Qiao Muyuan wanted to pull out her legs, but Ji Changmu's hands were strong and held them firmly, preventing her from moving.

When his fingers traced her little feet, especially the soles, Qiao Muyuan couldn't stand it anymore, and she shrank her neck from the itch, with an awkward look on her little face.

He can hit her, he can scold her, and she will come back anyway, but not like this... without martial ethics.

It's so itchy.

Ji Changmu didn't realize it at first, but when he looked up, he saw her expression was awkward and her fingers deliberately scratched the soles of her feet.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't stand it anymore. He really couldn't stand it anymore and scolded Ji Changmu: "I hate you."

No matter how angry the little girl was, she couldn't scold her harshly. After hearing this, Ji Changmu curled up his lips and said, "Repay kindness with hatred."

He put away the small medicine box but did not let her go.

Ji Changmu wrapped her legs and feet in a blanket and let her sit in his arms.

Qiao Muyuan's body warmed up, but she didn't want to get entangled with Ji Changmu. She grabbed his arm hard with her little hands and wanted to jump out of his arms.

"Don't move, I will take you home and I won't take advantage of you."

"Ji Changmu, you are going too far, you are going too far." Qiao Muyuan didn't listen to him and struggled, and his back hit the steering wheel, which hurt a little.

Ji Changmu lost his temper after being tortured by her, and a wave of heat rushed into his head.

In the dimly lit car, Ji Changmu pursed his lips, frowned deeply, and his eyes showed forbearance and restraint.

Before Qiao Muyuan could struggle any more, he had reached the extreme point of restraint. He let go and let her climb into the passenger seat.

Probably feeling relieved, Ji Changmu grasped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, but still couldn't help the rush of blood in his head. He took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "I'll go down and have a cigarette."

He got out of the car but locked the door.

Qiao Muyuan's bag was still with Chen Hansheng, and his mobile phone was not with him, so he had no choice but to grab the ornaments on his car to express his dissatisfaction.

His car was very clean and there was nothing in it, so she grabbed an expensive-looking pen and destroyed it in a few strokes.

But still not very relieved.

She looked outside the glass and saw Ji Changmu smoking against a tall lamppost, his legs slightly crossed, and his slender legs covered under his straight trousers.

Warm yellow light shines on his mature face, and his face is covered with a light color. The orchids and jade trees, the breeze and the moon, he holds the cigarette between his fingers, puffing on it, the smoke is in his

It surrounds my eyes and lingers for a long time.

It was cold outside and the wind was blowing. He stood there until he finished smoking a cigarette.

It was very warm in the car. Qiao Muyuan was no longer cold, no longer making trouble, and couldn't make any trouble anymore.

Ji Changmu waited for the smell of cigarette smoke to dissipate from his body before getting in the car. He smelled the smell of ink, and then saw that the pen he used to approve documents in the car had been destroyed by Qiao Muyuan.

The corners of his lips curved in helplessness, he didn't say anything, he just silently put away the mess in the car.

"Qiao Muyuan, you are really disobedient at all." He said.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"At least you can suffer less."

"But aren't all my sufferings caused by you? If it weren't for you... forget it." Qiao Muyuan didn't want to mention Tong Qian's name, because it was embarrassing to mention it every time.

"I checked Chen Hansheng, and he doesn't have much background. He is simple, but he is too poor. No matter how hard he works for a few lifetimes, he won't be worthy of you. If you can't choose anyone, you have to pick him? Huh?"
Chapter completed!