"Qiongzhou."

"Okay, it turns out it's close at hand." Qiao Muyuan walked up to him, "Wait a minute, where is the safe in the study? Why didn't I know? Ji Changmu!"

He smiled: "Hide private money."

Qiao Muyuan: "..."

He stood up, hooked her waist, lowered his head, and changed his tone: "Want to see? If you want to see, take some action."

"You still dare to threaten me?"

"..."

"If you threaten me again, I won't let the baby call you daddy."

"Then what do you call me?"

"Just call Ji, Chang, Mu!"

Ji Changmu took her waist and entered his study with her.

Push open the heavy wooden door.

The study room is very large, with bookshelves all over the wall filled with all kinds of books. There is a temperature-controlled glass cabinet filled with rare ancient books, many of which are unique.

"Where is the safe? How come I never knew about it?" Qiao Muyuan was also curious.

She had been to Ji Changmu's study countless times, but she had never seen a safe.

Of course, she didn't take a close look at the bookshelf.

Ji Changmu moved a bookcase away and saw a wooden door behind it.

Qiao Muyuan was not surprised. Qiao's house often had such a darkroom. His father often said that it could be used as a refuge during special times.

In times of peace, there is no need to take refuge, and it can generally be used as a storage room.

Ji Changmu opened the wooden door with his fingerprint and took Qiao Muyuan's hand: "Come in, be careful."

Turning on the light, Qiao Muyuan discovered that there was a small darkroom inside, not too big or too small. It was cleverly constructed and suitable for hiding people as well as some antiques.

"Empty is also empty. I have collected a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings." Ji Changmu walked past the glass display case and introduced it to her, "There are also some things that I think are very precious."

The dark room has soft light, constant temperature and constant oxygen, and the antiques in the glass display cabinets exude the charm of time.

There were also calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Qiao Muyuan paused for a long time in front of a landscape painting by Dong Qichang.

Ji Changmu opened a drawer, took out a well-preserved photo album, and threw it to Qiao Muyuan: "All the photos you want to see are in it."

"Such a wonderful darkroom, but you never brought me in."

"How long have you been in Qiongzhou? This villa is so big, I'm afraid you haven't even walked around yet." Ji Changmu leaned against the wall, "The days are long and there are many opportunities."

"Baby, listen, this man really knows how to speak beautiful words." Qiao Muyuan touched his belly.

Ji Changmu: "..."

Qiao Muyuan knew that there was more than just this place in the villa with antiques. There was a room of several hundred square meters in the backyard where large antiques were placed. However, she had seen it since she was a child and was not very interested in it, so she had never been in it.

Instead, she was more interested in his photos.

She opened the photo album and was surprised to see that the photos inside were very well preserved, with no traces of decades at all.

"Why do the photos look like they were just developed?"

"It's well preserved."

Qiao Muyuan sat on the chair, and Ji Changmu stood behind her, putting his hands on the back of her chair, and simply looked at the photos with her.

Isn’t it social death?

After turning the first page, Qiao Muyuan laughed out loud: "Brother Ji, is this you?"

There is a photo of him on the first page. He is about two or three years old. He has good features and is wearing a cute little sweater. The sweater looks like it was knitted by Aunt Yang herself. It is very beautiful.

The little guy is holding a ball, his big eyes are round and bright.
Chapter completed!