Tao Xing and Ji Changmu got along well with each other, and the common topic between them couldn't avoid Qiao Muyuan.

What Tao Xing admires most about Ji Changmu is that he made a choice during the most glorious period of his career, and was willing to put down his career at his best age and choose to accompany Qiao Muyuan.

Not everyone has this courage and responsibility.

Only Ji Changmu can safely give Qiao Muyuan everything he wants.

He would not let Qiao Muyuan live a homeless life, nor would he let her plummet from her position as a little princess. He would make good arrangements.

When Qiao Muyuan married Ji Changmu, her sincerity, purity, and kindness could all be well cared for by Ji Changmu. She could do whatever she wanted. Ji Changmu was both her husband and her mentor.

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After a while, Tao Xing asked: "Mr. Ji, are you tired from the long-distance flight? Do you want to go back to your room and take a rest?"

"I'm not tired. I slept well on the plane. It's okay." Ji Changmu didn't feel too sleepy. "I should be preparing for the new semester's courses and will return to Bolton in a few days."

"I saw Mr. Qiao and his wife this time. Are they in good condition?"

"It looks pretty good, but I know that they can't let go of the sailing thing." Ji Changmu's eyes were filled with gloom, "Only in this matter, I can't help them in any way."

"Mr. Ji has done everything he can. Don't blame yourself. This is something that no one can change. In the last crisis of the Qiao Group, Mr. Ji helped a lot. Mr. Qiao is not

He will express something specifically, but he knows it clearly in his heart. As for Mrs. Qiao, she has always been kind and doesn't think too much about it."

"Yes." Ji Changmu nodded, "Sometimes I think of Chengfan, who is in his prime and has outstanding talent. He is a good successor to the Qiao Group."

"But no one can predict what will happen in the future." Tao Xing felt extremely regretful. He would often think of the eldest young master.

They didn't talk any more about Qiao Chengfan.

Ji Changmu asked the servant to fetch his textbook. He sat alone in the courtyard, drinking tea and reading lesson plans, while enjoying the evening breeze.

No matter what the man does, he is very serious, and the lesson plans are filled with his teaching thoughts.

Teaching is not difficult, but making every student understand is rare.

The sky in the evening was filled with brilliant colors, and the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard were all dyed a pure red, so attractive.

The black text on the white paper was also covered with glowing light. Ji Changmu's pen tip made a slight "rustling" sound as he wrote on the paper.

Not long after, Qiao Muyuan woke up.

She first opened the window in the room and saw Ji Changmu sitting in the yard preparing for lessons.

She ran downstairs wearing furry slippers, quickly stood behind him, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed the side of his face: "Mr. Ji is so hardworking."

"School will start in a few days."

"Let me see your lesson preparation notes."

"Are you awake?"

"Slept well." Qiao Muyuan took his notebook and said, "I will most likely not be able to sleep at night. Let's go to the bar together."

"I'm old, but I don't have the body to bother you."

"Then you can choose between going to the bar and being tormented by me in bed."

"You're not afraid of being overheard by the servants."

"What are you afraid of? We are not a romantic couple." Qiao Muyuan smiled openly, "If you choose the latter, we can have something exciting at night?"
Chapter completed!