Looking at Ji Changmu's red eyes, Qiao Zhixing felt quite proud.

He bent down to pick up the pistol at his feet and weighed it in his hand: "It's a very good pistol. How about giving it to me, Mr. Ji?"

"Priceless treasure."

"I know." Qiao Zhixing took one look and knew that he was not ignorant, "but I don't think this is a good thing. I will help Mr. Ji keep it in case Mr. Ji gets distracted one day."

Qiao Zhixing played with the pistol and looked at her playfully: "Also, my sister is single now. You have to know that girls like my sister are good at everything and are in high demand. Do you understand?"

Qiao Zhixing took Ji Changmu's pistol and left the operating room without saying anything else.

When he walked to the door of the operating room, he seemed to think of something again and said mischievously: "Ji Changmu, aren't the props on the operating table particularly realistic? If you like holding her hand, you might as well stay a little longer."

Ji Changmu's eyes were red, staring at Qiao Zhixing's back as he walked away gracefully, clenching his fists.

…

Ji Changmu never returned to Bolton.

He found a hospital in London to stay in, but it wasn't time for him to be discharged yet.

Because of the violent mood swings in the past few days, Ji Changmu's condition worsened a little. He took medicine according to the doctor's instructions and did not act willfully again.

The heavy rain in London lasted for two or three days and gradually stopped.

Ji Changmu never saw Qiao Zhixing again. That naughty kid who loved to play pranks had gone to who knows where.

This morning, there was white fog in the sky and the temperature was very low.

After the nurse made rounds, Ji Changmu changed out of his hospital gown, put on a newly purchased light gray cashmere sweater, and took a long look in front of the mirror.

The man's face in the mirror does not show many traces of time, and his fatigue and fatigue have also been reduced a lot, but his face is still pale and there is not much blood.

This face can barely be seen.

Ji Changmu has property in London, and he went to the bank to retrieve the key to his villa in London.

In order to successfully come to the UK to start the project, he bought a villa here, but he never thought that it would be used one day.

The man opened the door of the villa and stood under the mist. He stood tall and straight, with serious eyebrows and thin lips, looking at everything in the new villa through the white mist.

He walked into the living room along the courtyard, climbed the stairs, and stepped on each step step by step with his long legs.

The mist wetted his short hair and sweater.

During this period of time, he was often hospitalized. Ji Changmu, who was already very fair, became as gentle as jade, and the lines on his face became gentler. Only his eyes were still deep, with a depth that could not be seen to the end.

The villa was kept very clean. This property was originally under Qiao Muyuan's name, but because there were too many jy properties, Qiao Muyuan might not deal with this house at all for a while.

It was very foggy today and the sun didn't come out for a long time.

Ji Changmu took a car key.

There are several new cars in the garage, none of which have been driven.

He picked a black business Mercedes-Benz and drove out of the villa.

On the way, he got off the car and bought some snacks and yogurt at a convenience store. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It happened to be 7:30 in the morning.

The villa that Qiao Muyuan lives in now was also purchased by him for her before, and everything is arranged very well. It's a pity that God never fulfills people's wishes.

We drove straight along the avenue, passing churches, shopping malls, banks, Ferris wheels, market alleys... until we drove to the gate of Cambridge University.
Chapter completed!