There is only one servant on duty in the villa.

The car stopped at the door. Ji Changmu got out of the car first and held out his hand: "A Yuan, we're home."

It's still the same here, even the potted plants beside the steps have not changed, every plant and tree is the same as before.

She helped Ji Changmu's hand get out of the car and followed him into the living room.

"It turns out I haven't been back here for a long time." Qiao Muyuan sighed for a long time.

Ji Changmu gently rubbed her little head: "I never thought I could come back here with you in my lifetime."

The servant brought their suitcases in for them and poured them some tea: "Miss, they have gone home to rest. Come over tomorrow. You may have to be wronged tonight."

"It's okay. You should go to bed early. It's getting late." It was already late at night in New York.

The courtyard is quiet, so quiet that you can hear the chirping of insects.

The airplane food wasn't to her liking. She didn't eat much on the plane, so she was a little hungry now.

Ji Changmu took off his coat, changed into slippers, and went directly to the kitchen to cook her supper.

There were not many ingredients in the refrigerator, so he asked: "Ayuan, what do you want to eat? There are only dumplings, yuanxiao, and noodles in the refrigerator."

“Egg noodles with luncheon meat!”

"OK."

Qiao Muyuan can no longer remember the taste of the egg noodles he made, but he only remembers that it was delicious.

It doesn't take long to cook the noodles. Qiao Muyuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through her phone. The news about the plane accident was overwhelming. Because of that photo, her relatives and friends knew that she was also on the plane, and her ex-husband was also on the plane.

Also there.

All her social media apps were full of unread messages. She had no time to respond to them all, so she only replied in the circle of friends: Landed, safe.

At this moment, feeling both the relief of surviving the disaster and the exhaustion of running back and forth, Qiao Muyuan sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, unable to straighten her back.

Ji Changmu brought two bowls of noodles into the restaurant: "Come here for supper."

"I can't walk anymore, my heels seem to be worn out."

"Let me take a look." Ji Changmu put down the bowl and came over to check the situation for her, "I'll get you a band-aid later."

He was still very familiar with her home, but he didn't expect that the medicine boxes were still far away.

He took a band-aid and put it on the abraded area for her, and then helped her go to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Sitting at the dining table, she looked at his bowl: "Why are there no eggs in your bowl?"

"Only one egg left."

Qiao Muyuan divided the omelette in his bowl into two halves and gave half to him: "Celebrate rebirth together."

Ji Changmu raised the corners of his lips and took a bite of the fried egg, as if this was the most beautiful delicacy in the world.

Qiao Muyuan was a little hungry, so he lowered his head and ate the noodles regardless of his appearance in front of him.

"Slow down, it's a bit hot." Ji Changmu reminded her in a low voice, "Does it taste okay?"

"Um."

The two bowls of noodles emitted steaming steam. He and she sat face to face. Outside the window was a bright moonlit night with thousands of stars. They were the only two people in the restaurant.

Perhaps because he slept for a long time on the plane, Qiao Muyuan was not sleepy and wanted to drink Coke after eating the noodles.

Ji Changmu, who never liked carbohydrates, also drank a bottle with her.

They sat on the sofa in the living room, and Qiao Muyuan started a variety show, giggling while watching it. The lights were bright and the night was sultry.
Chapter completed!