"Mu Yuan, don't be ridiculous. I don't have anything to do at home, and I don't have many hobbies. My biggest hobby is probably this, just to fill my time."

The boxes are full of colorful handmade knitted fabrics of various colors and patterns.

Qiao Muyuan was surprised. She knew Aunt Yang was good at her craftsmanship, but she didn't know it was so good.

This craft is already perfect.

She picked up an off-white baby sweater with a very cute little bunny knitted on it.

"Auntie, your craftsmanship is so good. This bunny is so cute. I wish I were your daughter. I have endless beautiful clothes to wear every day. You can't buy clothes like this outside."

"I really wanted to have a daughter back then, but unfortunately, I didn't get my wish."

"Ji Changmu was so happy when he was a child."

"On the contrary, Dong Huai didn't let me do these things at that time. He thought it was too tiring and thankless. Also, children grow up quickly and clothes don't last more than a few months. I can't do it now because of my poor health.

For other things, just knit these when you have free time. If you like them, you can take them back or give them to your friends."

"If I don't give it away, I won't be able to bear it."

These are all Aunt Yang’s hard work.

"What are these?" Ji Changmu came over and frowned, "Why haven't I seen them before?"

"It's not for you to wear. Of course you haven't seen it." Qiao Muyuan scolded him.

"Oh, that's for my baby." Ji Changmu took a hat casually, "This hat is very cute and suitable for girls."

"Ji Changmu, where did you get your baby?"

"That depends on when my little princess is willing to give me a baby."

Ji Changmu squatted down.

Unexpectedly, his mother's craftsmanship is very good. These clothes and hats are all the same, and the workmanship is fine, the material is good, and the appearance is cute.

Ji Changmu felt a little soft in his heart.

Qiao Muyuan took a small scarf and wrapped it around Ji Changmu's neck.

"Baby Ji Changmu is so cute." She smiled.

Ji Changmu: "..."

Yang Shuzheng also laughed.

It was getting late, so Yang Shuzheng didn't disturb them too much. After sitting in the living room for a while, she went upstairs.

Ji Changmu also took Qiao Muyuan back to the bedroom.

It was still early for them, especially Qiao Muyuan, who was full of energy at the moment and couldn't sleep.

She sat on the chair on the balcony, ate a few mouthfuls of fruit, and said to Ji Changmu: "I want to drink red wine."

"There's not much wine here. I'm afraid there's nothing you like."

"It doesn't matter, anything is fine."

Ji Changmu stood in front of the closet and was packing clothes: "Go to the wine rack and get it yourself. The key is in the second drawer on your right. The password for the drawer is..."

"Ji Changmu, I can't remember, I don't want to do anything."

"You are so lazy." Ji Changmu said with disgust, while walking to the drawer and taking out the key, and helped her choose a bottle of wine, "You drink first, I will take a bath to accompany you."

He kissed her forehead.

Qiao Muyuan felt that it was not enough, so she hooked his neck again and kissed him on the lips.

After a while, she let him go and said with a smile, "You go take a shower."

He entered the bathroom, and Qiao Muyuan was sitting alone in front of the balcony, watching the night view and drinking.

This place is quiet and unfamiliar to her.

This house is not the Ji family's old house, but a new villa that Chang Mu just bought for Aunt Yang a few years ago.
Chapter completed!