Qiao Muyuan held the bank card and said, "Ji Changmu, we are just boyfriend and girlfriend. It seems we haven't spent your money yet."

There was hesitation and hesitation on the little face. To be honest, I wanted to take it but didn't want to take it.

"If you think we can get to the point of getting married, then accept it. If you think we can't, just give it back to me."

When the problem was posed to Qiao Muyuan, the little girl glared at him angrily: "You are simply bullying me."

Ji Changmu smiled, with the usual elegant and gentle curve at the corner of his lips: "Put it away."

"Okay, I got it." Qiao Muyuan put away the card he gave him.

The afternoon sun shone slantingly through the mahogany windows of the tea room, smoothing the texture of the marble floor.

She likes to spend time with him, without arguing or bickering. She can sit in a lazy and leisurely position by the window, letting the orange-red light pour on her plain face, her eyes flowing,

His eyes were full of Ji Changmu.

She considered herself a talkative person who talked a lot, but when she was with Ji Changmu, she could feel the tranquility that belonged to him. Over time, she fell in love with this simple tranquility.

"Brother Ji, do you want to spend your birthday in Beijing or Qiongzhou?"

"It's all good, just come."

"Don't you like birthdays?"

"Don't like the noise."

"I have a suggestion, why not go to Bincheng and ask Aunt Yang to come with us."

He smiled: "Why bother with all the trouble? It's just an ordinary birthday."

"But I haven't spent a birthday with you in the past thirty years or so. From now on, I want to celebrate your birthday every year."

Ji Changmu thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

He hasn't appeared in her mother's sight for more than a year. Now, she should miss him very much, but her mother is always afraid of disturbing his career, so she will restrain her thoughts no matter how much she misses him.

The little girl sat on the soft sofa and swayed her calves. Her calves exposed outside her nightgown were straight and white. Her eyes never left Ji Changmu.

Realizing that she was looking at him, he raised his head, chuckled, and stopped holding the brush: "Come over and write a few words and let me take a look."

"It's not like you haven't seen the words I wrote before, and they don't have the proper form." The little girl was shy and didn't want to write, "unless you teach me how to write."

"Okay, you come here first." He waved to her.

She jumped off the sofa and walked over in slippers.

Ji Changmu held her in his arms, and the two stood in front of the table. The rice paper was soaked in ink and covered with a layer of golden light from the sunset.

His calligraphy is very grand, with strokes, strokes, strokes, full lines and clear outlines, and has a unique style that is unique to him.

Ji Changmu taught her to write when she was a child, holding her hand to write with a pencil. Unfortunately, she never learned half of what he could learn from him.

At this time, he was also holding her hand, and under his generous and warm palm were her weak, boneless little hands.

He took her hand and wrote the simplest words one stroke at a time on the rice paper.

Qiao Muyuan's back was close to his heart. Although there was a layer of thick pajamas between them, she seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat, or maybe... it was her heartbeat.

Ji Changmu was always very tolerant of her.

That is a deep love and patience that no one has.

Four words were quickly written on the rice paper: Great success is missing.

The light of the setting sun became more intense, and Qiao Muyuan's face also heated up.
Chapter completed!