Yuan Qingqing was extremely curious anyway.

After sending Yuan Qingqing away, Qiao Muyuan returned to his study to work.

Feifei ran in.

Qiao Muyuan picked it up, tickled it, and rubbed its little head. Feifei had a look of enjoyment on her face.

The little girl hugged Feifei and played for a while: "How long can you hide?"

Feifei closed her eyes and occasionally responded to Qiao Muyuan with "meow, meow, meow" twice. Most of the time, she was lazy and motionless.

…

Friday, evening.

The autumn wind is cool and cool, the autumn leaves in the capital have withered veins, the night is gradually falling, and the lights are brightly lit.

After the plane landed, Ji Changmu put on his windbreaker and answered the missed call.

He was wearing a black mask and a peaked cap, with clear facial contours and sharp eyes.

After answering a few work calls, he saw Yan Jia calling and went back: "Yan Jia, what's the matter? I was just on the plane."

"Nothing happened. I took Zhouzhou to the nursing home to see Aunt Yang today. Aunt Yang was in a good mood and played games with Zhouzhou for a day."

"Thank you."

"Lao Ji, how long are you going to hide from Aunt Yang? Aunt Yang misses you very much."

"I have arrangements."

"Okay, I know you have plans. Every time I ask you, you respond like this. What's the result? Em has been arranged by you. Now it's good, you got into a car accident again. Lao Ji, are you too confident?

Do you think you can arrange everything by yourself? Listen to me and stop fussing."

"Isn't life just a struggle?"

"..." For a moment, Yan Jia was speechless, "Where are you now?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

"This is what I say every time I ask you. If you have the ability, tell me to leave Aunt Yang alone!"

"My mother still has to ask you. I will go see her after I have arranged everything."

"I have nothing to say to you." Yan Jia's tone softened again. Ji Changmu is a person that makes people both hate and hate him. "You probably don't consider me a friend at all."

"As you know, I'm not good at making friends, and I'm not very pleasant to others a lot of the time. I know it's tiring to make friends with me. If anything goes wrong, please bear with me."

After hearing what he said, Yan Jia sighed inwardly and did not accuse him again.

Having known Ji Changmu for many years, he knew what this man was carrying in his heart, and that the pain he suffered in his youth might never be cured in his lifetime.

In any case, he had known Ji Changmu for ten years, and he knew whether Ji Changmu regarded him as a friend.

"Lao Ji, take care of yourself! If you are too tired, come to Lancheng and help me manage the company. With you here, my company will definitely have nothing to say."

"Do your own thing and hang up the phone."

Yan Jia: "..."

Ji Changmu treated him like a child and did his own thing.

Isn't this what he likes to say to that little guy Yan Zhou?

Passing by a coffee shop in Beijing, Ji Changmu whispered: "Ayong, stop the car, go down and buy a cup of coffee, and by the way buy a copy of today's Beijing Evening News."

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

It's dark.

There were no lights on in the car, only the dim light from the street lamps on the roadside reflected on the car glass. Ji Changmu took off his mask, pursed his thin lips slightly, his face was calm and peaceful, and his deep eyes were filled with the night of the capital city.

A Yong was very fast. After getting in the car, he handed the coffee and newspaper to Ji Changmu.

Ji Changmu did not read the newspaper, only drank coffee.
Chapter completed!