"Ji Changmu!!!" Qiao Muyuan threw the pillow on him, "You are such a dog!!!"

He took the pillow with a smile, his face full of smiles.

When flipping through the diary, Qiao Muyuan specifically picked out the passage about Yuki Changmu.

He read it out while reading it, which made Ji Changmu speechless.

Ji Changmu himself can no longer remember those trivial things.

But these memories are like beads. At this moment, they are slowly connected together through a diary, and they become interesting memories when they are strung together.

Of course, not everything is interesting.

Qiao Muyuan suddenly noticed something and read aloud: "I came home from work today. I accidentally saw Chang Mu standing downstairs in the villa looking at the neighbor's house. I thought he was looking at something. It turned out to be the daughter of the Zhenghai family who was pulling the strings.

Violin. This little girl is very talented and beautiful. Zhenghai and I

We have known each other for many years. If Chang Mu has always liked this little girl, it would be a good thing. But I don’t know if the little girl likes him. She should also like him. Chang Mu is very handsome. But the little boy’s

It’s better not to show off your thoughts, just let nature take its course, and Changmu will grow up slowly.”

Ji Changmu's face darkened.

Sure enough, the next second, Qiao Muyuan's eyes glanced over like blades: "Ji Changmu, what's the matter with you?"

Ji Changmu shook his head: "I don't like her."

"There is no better son than a father. Your father can see it most clearly."

"No." Ji Changmu explained, "At first I just thought Tong Qian was very talented, especially in playing the violin, but she rarely played the violin at home, so when she played the violin, I would listen."

"What a pale explanation. Ji Changmu, you might as well admit it, and be lenient if you confess, and be lenient if you resist. If you refuse to admit it, if I find any other evidence from behind..." Qiao Muyuan raised the gun in his hand.

The diary glanced at him, his eyes full of warning.

"What do you want me to admit?"

"When did you fall in love with Tong Qian? Tell me honestly and I won't care. There's no need."

"I don't like her."

"You don't like it at all?"

"Perhaps I once confused appreciation with liking." Ji Changmu met her eyes calmly, "I have been proficient in everything since I was a child, and I can surpass my peers in almost everything, except for music theory, which is relatively average. I have studied cello,

No success, I have learned the guqin, but no success, also, I have tried the violin

I didn't succeed in playing the piano, and I could barely play the piano. So I was surprised when I heard Tong Qian playing the violin. Because it was so brilliant, I never forgot it for a long time. Later, as long as she practiced the piano on the balcony at home, I would

Everyone will listen. I don’t know if Mrs. Ji is satisfied with this explanation."

"Not satisfied." Qiao Muyuan was still jealous, with tears in her eyes, because she was obviously the best at playing the violin.

Unfortunately, she and Tong Qian are both good at the same kind of music.

She couldn't say whether his appreciation for Tong Qian had transferred to him.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at Ji Changmu and unwilling to look at him.

I feel a little sad in my heart.

As much as you care about him, you care.

She has never been a very generous person.

Little emotions climbed up her heart little by little, like vines wrapped tightly around her, making her breathless.

She was a little sad after all.
Chapter completed!