"Then another day."

Qiao Muyuan thinks this is pretty much it.

Ji Changmu breathed a sigh of relief, having finally managed to coax the little girl into good health. Her temper was something that Master Qiao had accustomed her to.

"Have you been living a jet-lagged life since you resigned?" he asked.

“It’s about getting used to the British time difference ahead of time.”

Ji Changmu smiled. She would make excuses for herself: "I didn't go home until three o'clock last night. It seems that the wine in your Uncle Song's bar is very charming."

"It's not like you haven't been there before. It's the most high-end bar opened by Uncle Song. You can't drink the wine there only if you have money."

"When it comes to wine collection, the wine in Mr. Qiao's cellar is the most precious."

"What's the use of being precious? He always only shares the best wine with my mother. He's not even happy for us to taste it."

"It doesn't matter. You can try the wine in my cellar. It's no worse than Master Qiao's wine. I'll only share it with you."

Saying that, Ji Changmu raised his head and looked at Qiao Muyuan.

Qiao Muyuan felt much better. He took a bite of the sandwich and his eyebrows were filled with a slight shine.

She thought of the screenshots she saw in the morning, her voice softened, and she couldn't help but ask Ji Changmu: "Are there any posts about me online?"

"There are just some innocuous discussions left, don't worry about them."

"Let me see."

Ji Changmu handed her the tablet.

Qiao Muyuan scrolled the screen, not all of them were gone. There were also a few unnamed yin and yang weird things, such as: A married woman has such a rich night life, she is not a good woman at first glance, and she will get divorced sooner or later.

Qiao Muyuan pointed to the post and showed it to him: "This person scolded me and even you."

"Let me see." Ji Changmu smiled, "There are people like this everywhere. They like to make wild guesses about the world they have never seen, and judge people who are doing better than themselves. To put it bluntly, they are nothing more than knowledge.

He is short-tempered and unwilling to tolerate the diversity of the world. He habitually draws conclusions from his own poor knowledge to support his preset views, but he does not know what logic is."

"Teacher Ji is Teacher Ji." Qiao Muyuan was sincerely convinced, "There is another thing - when you get married, you should put your husband as the center, obey your husband, listen to your husband, and don't do anything that makes your husband unhappy."

Ji Changmu smiled so much that he didn't even bother to refute: "Don't look at it, these are probably Jiang Ziqi's fans. The real owner of their family has become so cold that they don't dare to name him."

"Then do you want to put your husband as the center?" Qiao Muyuan asked.

"It's their business if they want to put their husbands at the center, and it's their business if they want to be a cow or horse for their husbands, but their perceptions cannot be imposed on you, and you don't need to pay attention to their opinions.

, they are two types of people who cannot possibly intersect. I don’t need you to take me as the center.”

After talking about this, Ji Changmu and Qiao Muyuan returned to the state they were in before today.

However, Ji Changmu still liked Qiao Muyuan who acted coquettishly with him.

"Well, I just thought it was fun, so I stopped reading." She returned the tablet to Ji Changmu.

After eating two more bites of strawberry tart, she felt much better and her appetite was better.

However, he still had some resentment towards Ji Changmu in his heart. He said that she couldn't say anything good, and so was he.

Fortunately, the two of them bickered only once and for a while, not overnight.
Chapter completed!