Ji Changmu grabbed Qiao Muyuan's wrist, his eyes as cold as ice, and did not let her continue.

"Qiao Muyuan, go back to your room and sleep by yourself."

"Ji Changmu, you are not a man!"

"You will know later whether I am a man or not, but not now, tonight."

"I really hate you!" Qiao Muyuan lost face, her pretty little face drooped, and wanted to shake off Ji Changmu's hand.

Ji Changmu didn't let go, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her to him, and kissed her red lips hard.

Qiao Muyuan was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and she clenched her hands into small fists.

This kiss was Ji Changmu's initiative to apologize. The kiss made Qiao Muyuan's cheeks turn red. He said hoarsely: "Go back to your room and sleep by yourself, okay?"

There was some turbid desire in his eyes, but in the end he suppressed it with all his strength.

The little girl sat on his lap with red eyes: "Why not?"

"You're still young." His thumb gently brushed the corners of her eyes. Seeing that she was about to cry, he raised his thin lips, "Don't worry, the man you like will be fine."

He took the initiative to say this, and Qiao Muyuan blushed.

Ji Changmu pulled up the bathrobe for her, still smiling: "Go to bed early, be good, and I will take you to a concert in two days."

Qiao Muyuan was finally coaxed by him, but before leaving, he muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "I'm not young anymore."

How is she still so young?

Her little sisters all have five, six or seventy-eight exes, and she is not a little girl who doesn't understand anything.

Qiao Muyuan left, and the bedroom was filled with the scent of her body.

Ji Changmu closed his eyes, his body felt like it was on fire, and his face looked a little helpless.

He went back to the bathroom to take a shower.

…

Friday was originally the day they arranged to listen to a concert together.

Qiao Muyuan returned to Huanhua at noon to pack his luggage: "Brother Ji, I'm sorry, I can't go to the concert with you tonight. Remember to listen for me!"

Ji Changmu helped the wheelchair out and saw her looking for clothes in the closet. He frowned: "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"The studio is going to a neighboring city to inspect a project, and I have to go there too. Consider it a business trip! Three or four days."

"Oh, okay." Ji Changmu nodded, "Take care of yourself and remember to call me."

"Brother Ji, what should I do...I miss you so much after such a long time!"

Qiao Muyuan stopped packing, walked behind Ji Changmu's wheelchair, hugged his neck, and kissed his handsome face: "I will miss you very much."

"It's only three or four days, it's not much. I'll wait for you here in Huanhua."

"It's not much, just three or four days!" Qiao Muyuan hugged his neck and refused to let go, "What should I do when I miss you? Especially at night, I won't be able to sleep."

"If you are very busy during the day, you can fall asleep at night."

"Brother Ji, you have no mood. You should say, if you can't sleep, you can coax me to sleep."

"What time does it leave?"

"We'll meet at the studio later."

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan didn't bring many clothes and packed a suitcase that wasn't too big.

Before leaving, she reluctantly kissed Ji Changmu's face: "Brother Ji, you also have to take care of yourself. The weather is getting cold, so don't let your legs catch cold."

"I know." Ji Changmu rubbed her little head, "Go ahead and don't make your colleagues wait too long."

"This is my first business trip."

"I will gradually adapt to it in the future."
Chapter completed!