Of course, she didn't have the energy to talk to her brother.

Qiao Chengfan handed her a bottle of strawberry-flavored sour yogurt: "Do you want to feed it?"

"No." Qiao Muyuan took out her little hand from the quilt, held the sour yogurt that Qiao Chengfan handed her, and took a few sips.

Delicious.

Seeing that she was in good condition, Qiao Chengfan was relieved: "Don't be too tired to study. I heard from Butler Tao that you want to complete the credits within three years?"

"Well, I want to go home."

"My idea is that you'd better study for a few more years. If you go back next year, you will only be 21 years old. No matter what you do, it will be too early. You will definitely not be happy if you are asked to do an internship at Qiao's."

"My family asked me to study architectural design. Don't they want me to be an independent designer? Then I'll get the money to open a studio."

"It's not that easy. Cherish your study time. Opening a studio is really not that simple. You will cry and want to come back to study. For example, look at your sister Ning You, who is forced by her family to come back to take over.

So much suffering.”

Qiao Chengfan knew that his sister couldn't endure too much hardship, and their family didn't want her to endure hardship. Studying was the best choice, and when she got older, she could do something she liked. In short, everyone in the family wanted her to relax.

Be happy.

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Qiao Chengfan touched her head. "Good boy, why do you still miss home when you are such an adult?"

He thought that Qiao Muyuan might be particularly homesick because she was in a bad mood recently. If someone took her out to play after a while, she would not be in a hurry to graduate.

He can't wait to live like Qiao Muyuan!

The little girl was drinking sour milk with her head lowered. Her long eyelashes were drooped. She looked very well-behaved but pitiful. There was still a blush on her face that had not gone away.

Qiao Chengfan chatted with her for a while and then left the hospital. Tao Wenxing was still beside Qiao Muyuan.

"Uncle Tao, I want to read the newspaper."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Qiao Muyuan sat on the bed, reading the newspaper and turning on the TV to listen to the news.

She only watched it for ten minutes, without much disturbance in her heart, so she quietly closed her eyes and rested.

The news these days is relatively quiet, there is not much news about em, and there is quite a lot of news about sjc, but they are all positive.

She heard that the demonstrators had basically dispersed, and she hoped that her brother and that person's company would be able to make a smooth transition and continue to stand out in New York.

She couldn't seem to remember how long it had been since she saw that person. The relationship between them was like a pool of still water, and after the waves subsided, there was endless peace.

What he wants is actually this result...

For him, nothing in the world can compare to the em he founded. He regards his career as his life and does not allow anyone to override his career.

Qiao Muyuan knew in his heart that her career was not as important as his. They were not even ordinary friends.

"Uncle Tao, when does the doctor say I can be discharged from the hospital?" she asked.

"You can be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow." Tao Wenxing said, "But Miss, you can't go to school yet. You have to rest at home for a few more days."

Qiao Muyuan nodded obediently.

…

The weather in New York has been particularly good these days. In the morning, the morning breeze blows and the spring flowers bloom.

The light of the morning sun shines through the clouds on the high-rise buildings, the white mist that filled the air gradually disperses, and the green grass is covered with dew. It is another vibrant day.
Chapter completed!