If the knife was just a little more deflected, she would never see her brother Ji again.

Thinking about it this way, she became even more sad and did not dare to recall what happened that morning, but the lingering blood on the ground was still in front of her eyes.

Her tears kept falling, and Ji Changmu didn't even have time to wipe them away for her.

The little girl suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist, lowered her head, and kissed his wound gently. It was like a drop of water, but it made Ji Changmu almost collapse.

"A Yuan..." He called her name hoarsely.

All the blood in his body rushed to his head. He pressed her little head, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his movements more fierce than before.

Ji Changmu rarely lost control like this, but every time it was because of Qiao Muyuan.

Qiao Muyuan felt that it was not enough, so he leaned forward a little more, raised his head, and insisted on kissing his lips.

Ji Changmu's clothes were half open, but he still exercised restraint and maintained a sense of proportion.

This is the Qiao family, he can't mess around.

After kissing for more than ten minutes, he let her go.

But Qiao Muyuan still refused to let him go.

In the end, Ji Changmu suppressed her small body and held her face in his hands: "Let me see, I have lost a lot of weight."

"It's the same with you, you've lost even more weight." Qiao Muyuan sobbed and didn't shed any more tears, but his throat was sore and his heart felt very uncomfortable, "Brother Ji, I'm sorry, I couldn't stay with you when you were in the hospital."

"I'm not a child anymore. It's okay. How can I be sorry?"

"I thought dad wouldn't let you in Qiao's house."

"Master Qiao is reasonable and easy to get along with."

"No, Brother Ji, you are coaxing me. How can I not know my father? Everyone in the capital is afraid of him."

Ji Changmu laughed so hard, so childishly.

Qiao Zhixing knocked on the door at an inappropriate time and coughed: "Can I come in?"

Qiao Muyuan then got off Ji Changmu's body and put down Ji Changmu's clothes: "Come in."

Qiao Zhixing opened the door and happened to see Qiao Muyuan, whose face was red. She was still the sickly and pale little girl before.

Ji Changmu is also in good condition, and the two of them look like they have been together for a long time.

"Ahem." Qiao Zhixing said to them, "I think it's best for you... to meet your parents together."

Ji Changmu understood and nodded: "Okay."

"I'll change my clothes." Qiao Muyuan was still wearing pajamas.

"Okay, as soon as possible, the weather is nice today, very suitable for drinking tea and chatting." Qiao Zhixing smiled at them and left again.

Qiao Muyuan went to the closet and picked out a loose pink sweater, then carried the clothes to the bathroom to change.

While changing her clothes, she talked to Ji Changmu: "Brother Ji, does my father really not dislike you?"

"No."

"I shouldn't dislike you either. My brother Ji is so good, how could he not like me?"

"Master Qiao is not that kind of person. Master Qiao is well-educated and experienced, and he will not judge a person easily." At least, he is easy to be happy and angry without showing it in his appearance.

He and Josnian didn't talk about anything personal in the morning, they mostly talked about career matters.

"What about my mother? She should like you very much."

"You can find a chance to ask."

Qiao Muyuan smiled, changed his clothes, put on light makeup, and specially curled his hair. He was full of energy and in good condition, not at all like the sick man a few days ago.

When she saw Ji Changmu, she came to life instantly.
Chapter completed!