Chapter 8579 My little sweetheart (9)

He shouldn't have let her drink too much at night. He really overestimated her drinking capacity.

In the end, it was he who had the trouble.

Ji Changmulian coaxed and deceived: "Don't move, let me help you change clothes."

Qiao Muyuan crossed his arms, took a step back, and looked at him warily: "No, you have bad intentions."

"Then do it yourself." Ji Changmu stood there and looked at her.

"Sleep." After saying that, Qiao Muyuan collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, pulling the quilt to cover himself.

Ji Changmu held her hand, pulled her up from the bed again, hugged her sideways and said, "Go take a shower."

"Ji Changmu!"

"Um."

"I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

Ji Changmu ignored her and let Qiao Muyuan move around in his arms, acting coquettishly.

It was another battle of wits and courage. Ji Changmu pressed her into the bathtub, and he was soaked in water.

It's not the first time anyway, Ji Changmu has long been used to it.

After serving the little rich woman, he unbuttoned his shirt.

The shirt was half wet and stuck to his body, making it very uncomfortable. He unbuttoned it one by one.

Wearing the pajamas she chose, Qiao Muyuan was tossing and turning in bed, muttering to herself: "Someone will sleep with me!"

When Ji Changmu heard this, his face was filled with black lines, he held his forehead and shook his head.

Qiao Muyuan kept chattering and talking to herself. The temperature in the room was high. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were watery.

"Ji Changmu...husband..." She called Ji Changmu again.

She kept fussing, but Ji Changmu didn't wash her hair for too long and simply blew her hair out.

He held down Qiao Muyuan who was rolling on the bed, got into the bed, and pressed her into his arms.

Touching his chest and smelling the familiar scent on his body, Qiao Muyuan suddenly became quiet, her little face rubbed against his dark gray pajamas, and her hands wrapped around his waist.

"Okay, okay, go to bed quickly. You will feel better when you wake up." Ji Changmu stroked her little head, like combing the fur of a kitten.

Qiao Muyuan became quieter and quieter, nodding obediently, but she couldn't sleep.

"Husband." She called him.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Hold me tighter."

Ji Changmu tightened his arms and looked down at the little girl in his arms: "Is it okay now?"

"It's not bad." Qiao Muyuan rubbed the pajamas on his chest with a beautiful expression on his face, looking comfortable.

Ji Changmu pulled up the quilt to avoid catching cold.

If you don’t want to wear good pajamas, you have to wear these short pajamas with suspenders.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't sleep no matter what: "Hubby, let's talk about it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tell a story."

"..." Ji Changmu was speechless. She had not forgotten this matter. "We will talk about it tomorrow."

"But I can't sleep. Why don't you tell me about the past stories of male college students and rich women?"

"There is no past. If I say that Yan Jia made it up and deceived you, you will believe it."

"Then you make up one for me and I'll listen to it. I can't sleep without a bedtime story."

"Qiao Muyuan, how old are you? Huh?"

"Just listen. If you don't tell me, I won't let you sleep tonight."

"Why don't you let me sleep? Qiao Muyuan, I can't cure you anymore? Look at what time it is now?" Ji Changmu looked at her fiercely.

Qiao Muyuan raised her big watery eyes, with a slight mist in her pupils. She pouted and looked at him: "I'm still young, so I can stay up all night. But when you get older, you have to go to bed early and get up early, so don't rely on me."

Ji Changmu was suddenly angry with her and pinched her waist.
Chapter completed!