This photo still carries the tender memories of many years ago.

Qiao Muyuan's eyes were full of sincere warmth. She looked at the photo over and over again, her eyes moist.

Many, many years.

Fortunately, they didn't get separated.

After a long time, Qiao Muyuan calmed down and flipped through the photo album again.

There are only him and his family in the photo album, no extra people.

Turning to the end, she saw the first photo of them together.

There are words written by him on the back.

When they were getting divorced a few years ago, she almost burned the photo, but he forced him to take it back.

"I have carried this photo with me all these years," he explained to her. "You saw it when we were in Bolton."

"This photo almost disappeared...it would be a pity if it didn't exist anymore."

"Don't think about things that didn't happen. It's still there, and so is our love."

"Tell me, why could I not let you go?" Qiao Muyuan looked at the photo, "Look, they all said you couldn't stand up, but I still couldn't let you go and insisted on being with you. There are so many young talents in the capital,

Why do you think I am so stubborn?"

"Regret it?" Ji Changmu leaned against her cheek and kissed her face, his breath lingering in her ears.

"I have no regrets."

In this world, no one can love her as much as Ji Changmu.

She never regrets.

If time went back to the time when they met again at Columbia University, she would still fall in love with him without hesitation.

In this life, I only love him.

The atmosphere in the darkroom was somewhat ambiguous.

His breath lingered around her side, and she added: "Another day, let's take a group photo."

"Um."

"This time there are three of us." She smiled, "This is the first photo of our family together."

"Yes, there will be many more in the future."

On this day, Qiao Muyuan was satisfied.

She refused to leave the darkroom, sat on a chair and flipped through his photo album several times, and before leaving, she took away a photo she liked.

There was nothing going on at night. She found a walnut photo frame at home, put the photo in the frame, and was satisfied.

Next time she returns to the capital, she will choose a photo of her childhood.

When the baby is born, she wants to see if he looks more like Ji Changmu or more like her.

…

The days are long in summer.

Qingqing went to the land where the park was to be located many times, leading her team to measure and write plans under the scorching sun.

Half a month later, Qiao Muyuan considered the plan over and over again: "Qingqing, this plan is very good now. We will definitely get this project."

"Mr. Qiao, I also like the current plan very much. However, I vaguely heard a few days ago that the project leader wants to use this land for other purposes and does not necessarily build a park."

"But this land is close to the seaside, so it is very suitable for building a leisure park, and there is a lack of a large park in the south of Qiongzhou."

"That's right, so from the beginning it was said that this land would be used to build a park. Then Mr. Qiao, didn't you hear about this?"

"I haven't heard it yet."

Qiao Muyuan thought for a while, if the land use really changes, Ji Changmu must have news.

He didn't remind her, which means there has been no change. At least, the news coming out is nonsense.

Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

That could just be fake news confusing the market.
Chapter completed!