After chatting with Qiao Zhixing over the video, seeing that Ji Changmu hadn't come back yet, Qiao Muyuan went to the hotel swimming pool to stay for a while.

There is no shortage of good-looking men in places like the swimming pool.

However, when Qiao Muyuan was sitting on a chair drinking water, she didn't see anyone with a better figure than her husband.

Either the abdominal muscles are not obvious enough, or the shoulder and neck lines are not good-looking, or the legs are not long enough.

Looking at it this way, she still has to hug her husband tightly. After all, there are not many men with a superior figure and face like her husband.

After returning from the swimming pool, she stayed in the room and read Ji Donghuai's diary again.

She would take it out and look through it when she had time. Between the lines, she could see the care and tenderness belonging to this man. Moreover, Ji Donghuai cared very much about his wife and often expressed his feelings for Aunt Yang in his diary.

For example, if Aunt Yang's birthday is coming soon, he will think about what gift to give her long in advance.

His biggest regret was that he rarely had time to go on long vacations with Ji Changmu, and he couldn't spare much time for vacations.

Ji Donghuai often mentioned this regret in his diary.

Ji Donghuai also jokingly wrote that he hoped to have time to go out with Ji Changmu after retirement.

Seeing this, Qiao Muyuan's eyes became wet and his throat became tighter.

It turned out that Ji Changmu really had a loving family, but no matter how beautiful the past was, Ji Changmu would be in great pain later on.

Near noon, Ji Changmu returned to the hotel.

He changed into a pair of slippers and walked to the water dispenser to get a glass of warm water.

"Come back?" Qiao Muyuan was still reading the diary.

"Well, are you hungry? I'll take you out to eat."

"It's okay, I'm not too hungry."

"Why are you reading the diary again?" Ji Changmu walked over with a water glass and stood in front of her.

"I haven't finished reading this yet."

"Are you curious about my past?"

"I'm a little curious, because I thought you were very cute when you were a child, but you are different from now."

"No? I wasn't cute when I was a child. My parents often said that I had a bad temper despite my age."

"Oh, there really is such a sentence." Qiao Muyuan turned to a page, "Tsk, tsk, your dad was so angry with you today. He wrote in his diary that this little guy is so young and has such a bad temper. How can he grow up?

"

"Well, this is the correct way to open it." What the hell is cute? He has never been cute.

"Little devil." Qiao Muyuan closed the diary.

"Well, I am the little devil and you are the little angel. Let's go and clean up. Let's go out for lunch."

"Did you give away the gift you bought for Zhouzhou?"

"Sent him out. He went out to take piano lessons today. When I went there, he was crying and said he didn't want to play the piano."

Qiao Muyuan smiled: "It was the same when I was a kid. Children are like this. They find it fun when it's a hobby. But once it becomes a course, I'll cry for you every minute."

"Miss Qiao seems to understand it deeply. I have also been... deeply hurt by you."

"Are you embarrassed to say that?! Back then..."

"This pair of earrings doesn't match your clothes today, so I'll change them to the sapphire blue pair."

"discipline……"

"I'll help you look for it."

Qiao Muyuan knew that he was changing the subject again.

He can't let go of old debts or anything like that. Can he escape past the first day of junior high school or the fifteenth day of junior high school?
Chapter completed!