After Qiao Muyuan drank a glass of warm water, her headache did not go away. She sat on the bed and finally took the initiative to find him.

Qiao Muyuan: I woke up in the middle of the night, my head hurts...

Ji Changmu didn't reply, probably because he wasn't looking at his phone.

He was always busy at work, so Qiao Muyuan didn't wait, turned off his phone and lay down.

The Christmas vacation is not long, but Qiao Muyuan has no plans to return to New York immediately. He wants to wait until after the New Year before going back.

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Early the next morning, Qiao Muyuan took a nap, washed herself and went downstairs, when she was the only one who had just gotten up.

The housekeeper was busy in the living room downstairs. When he saw her coming down, he greeted her: "Good morning, Miss."

"Morning." Qiao Muyuan also greeted, "Am I the only one who hasn't had breakfast?"

"Yes, Miss. It's cold today. My wife may have been tired yesterday and caught a cold early in the morning. Master Qiao took her to the countryside for a hot spring vacation. The eldest young master went to the company, and the younger one played basketball on the indoor basketball court in the backyard."

Qiao Muyuan walked to the dining table, peeled a hard-boiled egg, and took another sip of hot milk.

"Qiao Zhixing is playing basketball alone?"

"Yes, Miss."

"I'll go play with him later."

Qiao Muyuan ate his breakfast slowly, and then went to the storage room to open a few gifts that he had not had time to open yesterday. The room was full of perfume, lipstick, bags, accessories... They were all things that girls liked. Qiao Muyuan was very satisfied.

She rarely played with her phone when she was at home. Now she quietly opened it and saw Ji Changmu replying to her.

Ji Changmu: Sorry, I was just discussing business with a client. Are you feeling better?

Qiao Muyuan took a look and saw that he had sent it at 6pm New York time.

Did he really not want to call her?

Qiao Muyuan replied: Okay, nothing will happen today.

There was still no movement on the other end.

Qiao Muyuan put down his cell phone, changed into a light blue sportswear, tied a ponytail, and went to the basketball court in the backyard to find Qiao Zhixing in his white sneakers.

The younger brother was playing basketball. He was wearing a black and white sportswear. When Qiao Muyuan came over, he was shooting the ball.

"Qiao Zhixing, pass the ball to me!" Qiao Muyuan also wanted to play.

"Can you do it?" Qiao Zhixing has the unique energy of a high school boy. He is handsome, elegant and fair. When he smiles, the corners of his lips are raised and his teeth are very white.

"Hurry up!" Qiao Muyuan was warming up.

Seeing that she wanted to play, Qiao Zhixing threw the ball over: "Catch it."

Qiao Muyuan caught it and patted it a few times. He hadn't played for a long time and was no longer proficient.

Sure enough, Qiao Zhixing began to laugh: "Sister, your shooting posture is too non-standard. Let me teach you. It's so annoying."

Qiao Muyuan really wanted to pick up the basketball and hit him on the head. She jumped, changed her position, and threw the basketball into the basket.

Oh, missed.

Qiao Zhixing laughed even harder and sat on a chair nearby and opened a bottle of water: "Sister, it doesn't matter, you must have a hand injury... Believe in yourself, try seventy or eighty times, and you should be able to hit the shot."

"Qiao Zhixing, shut up now."

Qiao Muyuan voted again, but still...it didn't work.

"Sister, let me take a video for you! I think it's worth encouraging. After all, teachers often say that you can't laugh at students who don't study well, you have to encourage them."

Qiao Zhixing really took the photo, but after taking a while, his phone was snatched away by Qiao Muyuan: "Qiao Zhixing, you're done, right?"

Qiao Zhixing shrugged innocently. He had a nice smile, but he didn't deserve a beating.
Chapter completed!