Qiao Muyuan never knew that a girl's jealousy could be so severe that it could blind her eyes and make her lose her mind.

She is a very good student herself, but she may be too good, with high ambitions and low abilities, and cannot see anyone better than her.

It turns out that jealousy is so terrible.

Qiao Muyuan carried the book and went to the self-study classroom to read.

But Qiao Muyuan has been disturbed by the violin these days, and he can't read the book very much.

Ji Changmu was still in the UK, but when she went to the project base, she called him: "Brother Ji, let's have dinner together tonight."

"Okay, where to go?"

"Have you not met my Uncle Meng yet? How about we go to Uncle Meng's house for dinner."

"Have you made an appointment with your Uncle Meng?"

Ji Changmu has indeed never met the "Uncle Meng" mentioned by Qiao Muyuan, but she has heard her say before that her Uncle Meng is called Meng Chen. He has been in the UK for many years and was Master Qiao's right-hand man when he was young. Later he settled in the UK.

I stayed here and never returned to the capital.

And I heard that her Uncle Meng never married.

"It was about a phone call. Uncle Meng knew that I came to the UK to study, and he also wanted to see me."

"Okay, I'll prepare a gift."

"good."

In the afternoon, after Qiao Muyuan finished class, she took a taxi to Uncle Meng's villa.

The villa is a typical British style, elegant and simple, nestled among green trees, quiet and peaceful.

After Meng Chen received Qiao Muyuan's call, he returned home very early in the afternoon. He specially prepared some snacks and snacks for the little girl.

Qiao Muyuan has not been here for many years, but she remembers every plant and tree here.

When she first arrived at the yard, she saw Uncle Meng Chen watering the garden.

Her Uncle Meng's appearance has not changed much. He wears a shirt and trousers and has a straight posture. He is probably not busy today. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He is holding a tin kettle in his right hand to water his precious flowers.

"Uncle Meng!" she shouted.

Meng Chen turned around and saw a little girl standing at the door of his house. She had bright eyes, fluttering clothes, a light yellow bow on her head, and a bag on her back. She was no different from when she was seventeen or eighteen.

He smiled, this little girl didn't look like she was married.

"Little Pomelo is here. She hasn't come to my place for so long since she came to England. It seems Uncle Meng's house is not attractive."

"I'm here to apologize to Uncle Meng. Little Youzi just came to the new school more than a month ago and is a little busy, so I haven't come to see Uncle Meng." Qiao Muyuan jumped up and walked to Meng Chen with a smile, "Bring it to Uncle Meng.

A surprise.”

Meng Chen put down the kettle, wiped his hands, and said with a smile: "Your hands are empty, what surprise did you bring me?"

"Of course there are gifts. Uncle Meng will wait a moment."

"Haha." Meng Chen laughed, "It would be great if you could come over. You don't need to bring any gifts."

"That's not okay, that's what it should be."

"Come in."

Meng Chen led her into the living room.

Qiao Muyuan went up the steps.

The living room is still the same as she was familiar with before, with antique calligraphy and paintings everywhere, but there is no atmosphere of women and children's life, it is completely like the home of a single mature man.

Uncle Meng established his own company after he came to the UK. Over the years, the company has already entered a period of prosperity, and Uncle Meng also has a lot of free time.

"I've specially bought snacks and snacks for you. You can see what you like."
Chapter completed!