Her age is the most beautiful age, youthful and wanton.

Ji Changmu's quilt was rolled into a mess by her, but she didn't care, as if she were at home, very casually.

After swallowing what he had to say, Ji Changmu lowered his head and continued working.

When he was on the phone, he would avoid Qiao Muyuan and go to the balcony alone.

After answering a few calls, Qiao Muyuan was still playing with the cat and even took selfies with it.

When Ji Changmu was on the balcony, Qiao Muyuan would raise his head and look at his back from the window. Under the light, his figure was elongated by the light. He was sitting in a wheelchair, calm and calm.

She seemed to have almost forgotten the man's long legs.

There was a bit of loneliness and regret in her eyes, and she didn't look away for a long time.

When Ji Changmu returned to the bedroom, she asked: "Ji Changmu, can your legs still stand up?"

His eyes darkened and he said calmly: "No."

"There are so many excellent doctors in the world, would you like to actively treat them?"

"It can't be cured."

"Oh..." The gloom in her eyes was deeper than his, and she said slowly after a long time, "That's okay."

Ji Changmu ignored her and sat in front of his laptop to work.

"Meow..." Maoqiu kept meowing in Qiao Muyuan's arms.

"Ji Changmu, Maoqiu wants to play with you." Qiao Muyuan got off the bed and put Maoqiu in his arms regardless of whether Ji Changmu agreed or not.

"When are you leaving?"

"It's a bit far from where I live, so you can give me a ride."

"inconvenient."

"Then I'll send you a photo..."

"Qiao Muyuan!"

Finally, Ji Changmu put a dark gray windbreaker on his shoulders, took the room key and sent her out.

Qiao Muyuan pushed the wheelchair for him from behind, walking very slowly.

Along the long corridor, there are all kinds of green trees planted on both sides of the corridor. The osmanthus flowers in this season are particularly fragrant, with a subtle fragrance floating around, and osmanthus seeds falling in the middle of the moon.

The only sound of the wheelchair could be heard all around.

Qiao Muyuan deliberately took a detour and walked for a long time before reaching his room.

When she reached the door of the room, she stopped.

Under the dim light, Ji Changmu had clear outlines, and his deep eyes were calm and calm. He pursed his thin lips slightly and looked up at her every move.

She put on the windbreaker for him and then buttoned the top button of his shirt for him: "Mr. Ji, you still have to dress well, otherwise you may attract vixens this late at night."

This man's face is too dazzling, even if he doesn't say a word and is as calm as water, it is enough to make people fall for him at a glance.

"Your feet don't hurt anymore?" he asked.

"..." It didn't hurt much. Qiao Muyuan saw him and asked, smiling, "Why doesn't it hurt anymore? Does Mr. Ji care about me? Do you want to rub it for me?"

"I'm afraid you'll blackmail me."

After saying that, he turned around while holding the wheelchair.

Qiao Muyuan:?

He left and returned along the same path.

The light of the moon shone on the man's straight back, and he walked away along the corridor, bathing in the moonlight like a god.

The moon is bright and the osmanthus is bright, and the night is vast.

…

The next day, Ji Changmu stayed at Huanhua Villa.

This is the villa that belongs to Qiao Muyuan. No one comes here usually, and there are only a few servants in the villa.

As soon as he arrived, Qiao Muyuan also arrived.

"I thought you didn't want to live here!" Qiao Muyuan gave him a brief introduction to this place.

"Why not? I'm very poor now. Isn't it a good thing if someone helps me?"
Chapter completed!