"I am free to go to any house I want."

Ji Changmu knew that if she continued talking, her temper would get worse, so he coaxed: "Okay, you can go if you want. When I return to the capital, I will take you to watch the fireworks."

So what if she went to Liang Kai's house and passed life and death countless times, he and she would never be separated again.

Qiao Muyuan became more and more lazy while basking in the sun, and did not speak any more.

"A Yuan, I arrived in Bincheng today. My mother asked me why A Yuan didn't come. I said you were feeling a little unwell and told her not to worry. She asked me about the plane accident, and I told her everything.

, although a long time has passed, she is still very worried. I don’t dare to mention our divorce again, and if you see her in the future, don’t mention it either.”

"How is auntie doing?"

"Same as usual, after all she had major surgery, I didn't dare to mention many things to her."

"So does she know you're going to Bolton this year?"

"She only knows that I am working on a project in the UK and doesn't know anything else. I don't allow her to ask about these things."

"Then you should spend more time with Auntie. You haven't seen her for a long time."

"Yeah, but the person she wanted to see more was not me. On the contrary, she felt a little disgusted and disappointed after knowing that I returned to Bincheng alone."

"Your mother even dislikes you. It shows that you are really annoying."

"..."

Sometimes Qiao Muyuan really loves and hates Ji Changmu. Maybe this is fate. A red thread has already tied the two of them together. The ups and downs, love, hate, anger and obsession in the future are all on him alone.

After not chatting for too long, Qiao Muyuan put down the phone.

She had no intention of going out and was not sleepy. She sat on the terrace holding a potato, her eyes slightly dull.

Looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, the world was calm, but her heart was turbulent.

…

Qiao Muyuan didn't go anywhere for the New Year's Eve dinner. She sat alone at the table and placed the tableware and red wine as usual.

Even if she is alone, she still has to eat well.

What's more, she's not alone, Uncle Tao will still accompany her.

She specially took out the red wine from her collection. Although it was not as expensive as her father's wine, it was still very good.

When you turn on the lights in the restaurant, the interior instantly becomes bright and clear, while the exterior is a quiet and tranquil world.

Qiao Muyuan opened a bottle of red wine by himself, and the time was six o'clock in the evening.

The red wine liquid flows slowly along the transparent wall of the cup, with a ruby-like color, shining with a low-key and cold dark light under the light.

Just after pouring a glass of wine, Qiao Muyuan heard the sound of a car engine outside the villa. Before she could ask, the servant had already walked in: "Miss, Butler Tao, Mr. Ji is back."

As night fell, the lights outside Huanhua Villa were brightly lit.

Qiao Muyuan's hand trembled slightly and he raised his surprised eyes. Why is he back? Isn't he in Bincheng?

Tao Wenxing walked out immediately.

Ji Changmu was dusty and dusty, with the night mist on his forehead.

He went to Bincheng early in the morning, had lunch with his mother and then rushed to the capital. He knew that Qiao Muyuan was not feeling well on this New Year's Eve, and he could not leave her alone in the capital.

During the last Chinese New Year, he made an unforgivable mistake, and he couldn't make the same mistake again and again.

His mother didn't stop him either. He said he would come back to take care of Qiao Muyuan, and Yang Shuzheng quickly agreed.

Ji Changmu walked into the restaurant immediately and saw Qiao Muyuan sitting at the dining table.
Chapter completed!