Qiao Chengfan drank a lot in the evening, and it was already early in the morning when the driver took him back.

Qiao Muyuan had no classes the next day and had not slept yet. When he heard the sound of the car engine outside, he knew that his brother was back, so he put on a coat and went downstairs.

The servant brought Qiao Chengfan some sobering tea. Qiao Chengfan's wine was pretty good. He usually sat alone when he was drunk and was very quiet.

"Brother, why do you drink so much at night? Do you have so many friends in New York?"

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Qiao Chengfan looked at his sister in a drunken state.

"I woke up because of you. Let's go downstairs and have a look." Qiao Muyuan wrapped a blanket around him, "You should go to bed early."

"Yeah, I know." Qiao Chengfan didn't raise his head. He sat on the sofa downstairs and looked at his mobile phone. He was not sleepy, so he browsed the night news for a while.

I haven't had time to read the latest New York news today.

The demonstrations have intensified, and the fire has even spread from New York to several other cities. As several banks quickly declared bankruptcy, they achieved an initial victory, but their ultimate demand was to reshape the financial market and restore stability to the people.

A healthy, regulated market, rather than a wild and wantonly manipulated financial market.

Qiao Chengfan originally planned to go back after finishing the SJC affairs, but today's socializing with the seniors aroused some of his interest.

He really doesn't have much influence in the industry. His father is too famous and he is always shrouded in his father's aura. If he wants to make a breakthrough, he must produce results on his own.

Besides, he didn't take em seriously. That Boris was nothing more than a vase with a superficial appearance, and there was very little news about him.

As long as sjc enters this game, em will be out soon.

"Brother, when will you return to China?" Qiao Muyuan asked hesitantly.

When her brother is here, she always feels like she is being taken care of, even though he has no time to take care of her.

"What's wrong? You think I've stayed too long? If you don't like me living here, I'll live in another apartment someday."

"No, no, I just asked out of concern."

"I won't be able to go back for a while."

"..." Qiao Muyuan cried.

Qiao Chengfan lowered his head and was reading the news. Qiao Muyuan walked away silently: "Brother, I'm going to bed."

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan stepped up the stairs and sighed in his heart. Didn't his brother say he would go back soon a few days ago? Why didn't he go back again? Is sjc in trouble?

But no matter how big the trouble is, it’s not a trouble. It’s really not possible, and dad is still here!

…

When Qiao Chengfan was there, Qiao Muyuan did not dare to call Ji Changmu, so she could only choose a time on the weekend to go to the Ji family villa.

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I originally planned to check on Ji Changmu to see if his health had recovered, but I didn't expect that he was not at home.

Sister Cui politely served her tea and water: "Miss Qiao, can I make a call for you?"

"good."

Sister Cui called Ji Changmu, but Ji Changmu was not available and replied directly: "Let her go home first, I am not available."

"Mr. Ji, when will you be free?"

"No time."

"Okay, okay." It was inconvenient for Sister Cui to ask more questions.

After hanging up the phone, Sister Cui had no choice but to say to Qiao Muyuan in embarrassment: "Miss Qiao, Mr. Ji is not free. He is too busy at this time."

"Has his leg injury healed? Also, don't be too tired, otherwise you will have to go to the hospital again."

"The injury is healed. It's nothing serious. I will tell him your advice."
Chapter completed!