She ate her breakfast lazily and said to him, "Just stay in Huanhua today."

"Your stomach still hurts?"

"Kind of."

"You'd better stop drinking for a month."

"I drink too much when I'm in a particularly good or bad mood. I don't usually drink too much. Can you give me a hot water bottle later? I want to wash my hands."

"Um."

The light of the morning sun slants through the transparent glass window and covers the entire gray-black dining table. The texture on the table is delicate and distinct.

A bouquet of Capri gray-purple roses is inserted in a dark blue glass bottle. Bread and butter exude an alluring aroma on the dining table. Japanese wind chimes swing in the wind on the balcony, and the crisp and ethereal sound spreads throughout the villa.

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After the meal, Ji Changmu made a hot water bottle for her, while he sat under the umbrella in the courtyard with his laptop on, his legs crossed, and a pair of serious and cold eyes staring at the floodlit screen.

All the sunlight fell on his dark gray velvet sweater, and the lines of his legs were lengthened by the light and shadow.

Qiao Muyuan wore a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers and walked back and forth in the courtyard holding a hot water bottle, humming a song.

She wore a loose black knitted skirt and had a well-proportioned figure.

Now she was watering the flowers, and now she was picking fruits and cleaning the goldfish pond. The little girl was like a diligent gardener, enjoying herself very much.

Occasionally, she raised her head and saw Ji Changmu sitting under the parasol working, with a gardenia-like smile, pure, innocent, and full of happiness.

Ji Changmu's figure fell in her eyes, and she would sometimes deliberately stand aside and watch for a while.

Whether she was angry, quarreled, or jealous, she would never let this man go.

He can only be hers.

Maoqiu ran beside Qiao Muyuan, and when he got tired of running, he went to find Ji Changmu.

It likes to jump on the table where Ji Changmu works, whether it's basking in the sun or supervising Ji Changmu's work. Anyway, it likes to stick to Ji Changmu.

Qiao Muyuan made Ji Changmu a cup of coffee, walked around behind him and hugged his neck: "Let me take a look at your work."

"Do you understand?"

Qiao Muyuan stared at the screen, which was a project document written entirely in English.

She really didn't understand it very well, so she simply stopped reading.

Her little hand scratched his neck. Ji Changmu was ticklish and grabbed her hand: "Are you scratching me like a fur ball?"

"Hehe." Qiao Muyuan smiled, "Let me give you a shoulder massage. I used to give it to my dad a lot, and he really liked it."

"I don't dare to order the little princess." He held her hand, "If your stomach hurts, just sit down and don't run around."

"Ji Changmu, once... how much did you like your first love?"

"Can't say I like it."

"Are you being dishonest? Don't you like that you have been with her for so long?" Qiao Muyuan tickled him, "I don't want you to coax me, I want to listen to the truth."

"She chased me, and I agreed to give her a try, but after breaking through the filter of distance, I found that she was not actually my type. She was sensitive, vain, and insecure, and I was not a good person at first.

, arrogant, withdrawn, and never consider other people's feelings. In that case, a breakup is the inevitable result."

"What about me? What type am I?"

"My type."

"..." Qiao Muyuan was instantly defeated by his sweet words. It was like this every time. When he gave her some sweet words, she got into it and she was filled with joy.
Chapter completed!