As soon as Qiao Muyuan acted coquettishly with him, he agreed to everything, not to mention teaching her how to write. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would take the trouble to pick them for her.

Ji Changmu asked the servant to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qiao Mu Yuan happily ran over to sharpen the ink.

Dipping his brush in ink, Qiao Muyuan sat on a chair, with the ocean of rain falling in front of him and Ji Changmu standing behind him.

He bent down and held her hand: "Did anyone teach you to write when you were a child?"

"The calligraphy teachers hired by Butler Zhong were all old men. I didn't want to learn from them, so I drove them all away. Who wants to look at an old man every day?"

"Qiao Muyuan, you are young and have a lot of thoughts. Learning calligraphy also depends on your appearance."

"Brother Ji, if I don't care about my face, you can't be my teacher. You will never have such a beautiful and considerate wife. So, you should thank me instead of criticizing me."

"You have so many lies."

Ji Changmu held her hand and wrote on the paper "last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang."

It was rare for Qiao Muyuan to sit in a chair so peacefully and listen to Ji Changmu's words. She lowered her head and learned to write, quietly watching the ink outline the sentiments stroke by stroke on the paper.

The rain was pouring outside the window, and the sound of Ji Changmu's breathing fell on her heart.

Being able to stay with the man she loves for a long time is the happiness of this life for Qiao Muyuan.

Of course she knew that the same was true for Ji Changmu.

She raised her head and smiled slightly at him.

Ji Changmu saw her smile and dimples and asked, "What are you laughing at? You're so silly. Be serious."

"Learning calligraphy is fake, but wanting you to accompany me is real."

"I know." Ji Changmu's voice was gentle, and he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, "Because I also want you to accompany me."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

On the spacious desk, sandalwood is burning quietly in the incense burner. The aroma is elegant and simple, and the time is slow and long.

In the evening, Qiao Muyuan took Ji Changmu to play billiards with her.

She never knew that Ji Changmu looked like a serious person, but in fact he was good at eating, drinking and having fun. He would not let her play ball with her at all, which made Qiao Muyuan stomp her feet in anger.

While he was playing, Ji Changmu's cell phone rang.

It's Chen Kang.

He put down his cue, walked to the window and answered the phone.

"Mr. Ji, something happened."

"What's wrong? Tell me slowly, is it Yan Jia's fault?"

"Something happened to Miss Lin and Zhouzhou." Chen Kang was out of breath. "Miss Lin and young master Zhouzhou left Lancheng and disappeared. Mr. Yan didn't look for them, but Mr. Xu helped to find them.

The young master also helped because he couldn't see it. As a result, Mr. Xu had just learned the news. Ms. Lin was probably afraid of being searched by people in China. She first flew to the UK and took Zhouzhou on a ship as soon as she got off the plane.

.Airline tickets are easy to check, but ships cannot be checked.”

"This trick can indeed cover the sea and escape Mr. Yan's sight forever. But she didn't expect that the ship would encounter a typhoon at sea. The ship would lose control and the whole ship would sink. A few people would go missing, and a few would survive. Most of them would

Some people have died."

Ji Changmu frowned. He had indeed seen the news that a foreign ship was sunk by a typhoon a few days ago, but the world is so big that such maritime accidents are not uncommon, so he did not care.
Chapter completed!