No one spoke again.

Ji Changmu sent Qiao Muyuan to the convenience store outside the villa, which was the old place they had agreed upon.

The tall sycamore tree in the old place has lost its leaves, and its bare branches stand quietly in the cold wind, making a bold statement. The lights of the convenience store are still on, and in the warm light are the busy waiters coming and going.

He parked the car and found Qiao Muyuan asleep.

She huddled up in the fluffy blanket, wrapped herself in it, and curled up into a ball, like a cat.

"Qiao Muyuan." He called her name.

She was sleeping soundly and was unresponsive.

Ji Changmu lowered his head and saw freshly dried tears on her face. Why are you crying?

There are bright street lights outside, and the inside of the car is dim and calm.

"Qiao Muyuan." He called her a few more times, but she still didn't respond.

Ji Changmu saw that there were strands of hair on her face, so he raised his slender white fingers and gently lifted the strands of hair for her, then slid his fingers down a little further and landed on her light pink lips.

Every time you look at her up close, her beauty will be magnified many times. She is attractive and delicate, like a pampered porcelain doll that must be held and protected with care.

She didn't wake up, so he waited for her for two full hours.

The temperature inside the car was suitable, and Qiao Muyuan slept soundly. In his sleep, he moved his little feet and murmured: "I hate you."

Ji Changmu laughed dumbly, not knowing who was being disliked by her again in the dream.

After waiting for another half hour, Qiao Muyuan opened his eyes in a daze. He thought he was on his bed at home, but he didn't expect he was still in Ji Changmu's car.

Turning her head, she saw Ji Changmu's gentle, calm and mature face, with three-dimensional facial features, hidden in the subtle light.

"I seem to have fallen asleep." She scratched her head.

"It's already ten o'clock."

"Is it so late? I have to go home."

Qiao Muyuan bent down to look for her pair of disposable slippers, but couldn't find them for a long time: "Hey, where are the shoes? How can I go back without shoes?"

"I threw it away."

"Why did you throw away my shoes..." Qiao Muyuan was so angry that he was about to shed tears. He grabbed his clothes with his little hands, "You threw away my shoes, then give me your shoes to wear! Why are you like this?

You're really making me unhappy."

"I'll take you home." He unlocked the car door and walked around from the driver's seat to the passenger seat.

Regardless of whether Qiao Muyuan agreed or not, he stretched out his hand and pulled Qiao Muyuan out of his position: "Do you want to hug her or carry her?"

"Don't even want it." Qiao Muyuan refused to get out of the car.

"Then you want to go back on a rough road? It's up to you."

Qiao Muyuan thought for a while, if she went back barefoot, her feet would be useless.

He threw her shoes, so let him carry them, it was his fault anyway.

Qiao Muyuan compromised: "Back."

"Yes." Ji Changmu turned his back to her and bowed slightly, "Come up."

Qiao Muyuan jumped on his back. His back was wider and stronger than she imagined. When she got closer to him, she could clearly smell the smell of tobacco and ebony cologne on his body. Mixed together, it was like

It became Ji Changmut's unique aura. Once I got close to him, I never forgot him again.

That handsome and gentle boy finally grew into a man who could stand alone.

Time flies so fast.

Years ago, she never thought that one day she would lie on his back and be carried home by him.
Chapter completed!