Qiao Muyuan's eyes darkened, she said "Oh" and remained silent.

"I'll prepare a birthday gift for you in two days." He said.

"No more..." Qiao Muyuan refused to ask for anything now, "I don't lack anything."

"Don't forget it." He didn't force it.

Qiao Muyuan picked up a small purple sweet potato rice cake and ate it, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Fortunately, the topic did not continue. Qiao Muyuan then told him some things about school. Ji Changmu asked some questions about elective courses. Qiao Muyuan could barely answer one or two questions.

After dinner, Ji Changmu cut a fruit platter for her, placed it on the coffee table in the living room, and poured her a cup of hot tea.

Qiao Muyuan hugged the square pillow on the sofa and ran to sit on a chair on the balcony, tilting her head to look at the falling snow outside the window.

You can vaguely see the church hidden outside the high-rise building. Under the light and shadow of the street lamp, the white snow flakes become a flowing background, and a vivid winter landscape painting falls in the pupils.

Everything is still except for the falling snow.

The wind blows with snow, year after year.

While she was watching the snow, Ji Changmu went to the study.

There was no one to accompany her, so she lay silently on the balcony, like a lazy kitten, with a fair and clean face under her fluffy hair, her eyes blinking slightly, and her aura under her long eyelashes.

His eyes were shining brightly.

The little girl's lips pursed slightly. She didn't like such silence. Nineteen years old is a lively and joyful age.

In fact, he was not like this when he was with Ji Changmu before, at least not so cold. He may really not want to have any contact with her, but why is she so thick-skinned?

Thinking of this, the little girl's face was filled with unhappiness.

After staying on the balcony for ten minutes, she couldn't stay any longer, so she stepped on the pair of furry slippers she always wore and knocked on Ji Changmu's door.

"Brother Ji."

"What's up?"

"It's getting late, I'm going home."

Ji Changmu came over to open the door. His handsome and elegant face showed calmness and tranquility, with only the tip of his eyebrows slightly frowning: "Going back so early?"

"There are still classes tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

"I'll take a taxi..."

Ji Changmu didn't give her a chance to refute, so he put on his coat, tied his scarf, and wrapped her in her dirty down jacket.

"Your down jacket is so dirty, it looks like a tabby cat when you put it on."

"It stands to reason that you should pay me for it. I accidentally fell down when I was talking to you on the phone. It's not because your voice was too nice. I accidentally fell down without paying attention to my feet."

"Qiao Muyuan, your earthy love talk is getting more and more powerful."

Qiao Muyuan:?

What words?

Ji Changmu arranged her clothes and packed the uneaten fruit for her: "Take this, I can't finish it by myself."

"When I go back later, will you return to the apartment?"

"Where else would you live?"

"Villa."

"Anyway, I have many houses, so I can live wherever I want."

Qiao Muyuan:?

The two of them got off the elevator side by side.

Ji Changmu led her to the underground parking lot. Unexpectedly, there was a flashlight. His face sank. He immediately hugged Qiao Muyuan, covered her face with his scarf, and quickly opened the car door to let her get in.

He also got into the car.

Qiao Muyuan got into the passenger seat and asked carefully: "Brother Ji, what's wrong?"

"There are paparazzi."

"Photograph of you?"
Chapter completed!