Has she not calmed down yet? It has been several days.

Today's Qiao Muyuan was obedient and gentle, not like the Qiao Muyuan he was familiar with.

Ji Changmu didn't ask much. It was normal for a little girl to be angry. At least she was willing to come to Lancheng with him today and have close contact with him. Take your time. She might still have a grudge in her heart.

It was very warm inside the car, and Ji Changmu's left hand was holding Qiao Muyuan's right hand. After a while, maybe because of the temperature or because he hadn't touched Qiao Muyuan for a long time, he felt hot and uncomfortable.

The man's hand hooked her fingers and slowly moved towards her waist.

Subconsciously, Qiao Muyuan paused and raised a pair of misty eyes to look at him.

Before she could react from her momentary blankness, Ji Changmu leaned over to her and kissed her lips. His hands wandered around her waist, and he untied her coat and rubbed her back through her sweater.

back.

Ji Changmu's body had an aura that was always familiar to her, but now it felt a little strange.

She pushed him, but he was indifferent, and instead kissed her more passionately.

As if his body was on fire, Qiao Muyuan's cheeks felt hot and his thermos cup fell to the ground.

Just when his hand touched the waistband of her wide-leg trousers, Qiao Muyuan shook her head vigorously and struggled out of his kiss: "Don't..."

"A Yuan." He called her softly, his red eyes burning with fire as he stared into hers, "Hands... take it away, be good."

There was a deep hoarseness in his voice, and a slight breath that could not be detected.

Qiao Muyuan refused, but still shook his head: "This is still in the car."

"It doesn't matter." The partitions are blocked, so what does it matter?

She hid back, but had no way to retreat, so she could only shake her head: "I don't want it."

"But we haven't been together for a long time."

"Let's talk about it after getting off the car."

Finally, Ji Changmu raised his hand to smooth her hair, retracted his red eyes, retracted his erratic hand, and tied the belt of her coat again.

Qiao Muyuan's heartbeat was very fast. Just now...she seemed to have rejected Ji Changmu.

This was the first time she really rejected him because she didn't want to at all.

Ji Changmu sat upright in his original position, as if nothing had happened. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, but he could not suppress the fire in his body.

The car finally drove to Bincheng.

When they arrived at the villa building where Yang Shuzheng lived, Ji Changmu led Qiao Muyuan in.

Yang Shuzheng happened to be not at home, she went to her office.

"Mr. Ji, do you need us to call Madam?" the servant asked respectfully. They did not expect that Ji Changmu would come today, and he would bring his wife with him.

They dare not neglect.

"I'll pick it up later. There are gifts in the car. You can take them out and put them in the living room."

"Okay, Mr. Ji."

Ji Changmu asked all the servants to retreat.

Qiao Muyuan was restless. She knew what Ji Changmu wanted to do. Just as she was about to hide, he took her arm and brought her into his arms.

"A Yuan." He clasped the back of her head with one hand, his voice was hoarse, and there was a dangerous message surging in his eyes, "We're home..."

"I don't feel well today." Qiao Muyuan made an excuse, "Maybe my period is coming soon."

"Really?" He didn't quite believe it, "You're avoiding me."

"I'm not hiding from you. I'm really not feeling well today."

"Not even once?"

Qiao Muyuan shook his head firmly.
Chapter completed!