Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6509 Disorganized heartbeat (1)

There was a sumptuous breakfast on the table. Qiao Muyuan took a closer look and found that it was all her favorite food.

She smiled and said, "What a coincidence, Professor, you like to eat these too."

Ji Changmu: "..."

"Then I'm impolite? I'm hungry." Qiao Muyuan picked up the chopsticks.

"Ah."

Ji Changmu sat facing her, and he could see her face full of sweet smiles almost as soon as he looked up. This little girl seemed to be like this since she was a child. She grew up in a honeypot, and she didn't know what sorrow was.

"Professor, yesterday, last night... I drank too much. If you do something bad, don't worry about it." Qiao Muyuan wondered if she was talking nonsense again last night. She would talk nonsense if she drank too much , say anything.

"Isn't it responsible for doing something bad?"

"What's the responsibility? Don't you need it?" Qiao Muyuan shrank his head timidly, "Then, what did I do?"

She has no memory at all.

"You vomited my clothes dirty, and I can't wear them anymore, so I threw them away."

Qiao Muyuan breathed a sigh of relief, that's okay, she thought something was wrong.

"I will compensate you..." She took the initiative to take the responsibility, "I will buy it for you."

"Of course, you can't rely on it."

"Yeah." Qiao Muyuan nodded obediently, "Not bad."

"This weekend, I'm free."

"Okay, this weekend."

"My clothes are not cheap."

"It's okay, I have money." Qiao Muyuan giggled.

"Well, yes." Ji Changmu was not polite to her at all.

The two sat facing each other and had breakfast.

Qiao Muyuan was relieved when he knew that he hadn't done anything outrageous last night, but it's okay.

Ji Changmu didn't speak much when eating breakfast, Qiao Muyuan was restless, she liked to talk, but now she and Ji Changmu didn't know each other well, so she felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

The breakfast at his house was delicious, because it was all her favorite food, and Qiao Muyuan was full.

Qiao Muyuan ate slowly, and after Ji Changmu finished eating, he went to the living room alone to continue reading the newspaper and wait for her.

She dawdled, finally finished eating, put on her bag, and hopped up to him: "Professor, you can go to school now."

"Well, I'll see you off." Ji Changmu put down the newspaper.

"Professor, are you on your way?"

"On the way."

Qiao Muyuan didn't ask any more questions.

Ji Changmu drove her to Columbia University, but stopped at the school gate instead of entering the campus.

On the way, Qiao Muyuan was still restless and kept asking him questions: "Professor, where is Aunt Yang?"

Ji Changmu's thin lips curved indifferently: "Aunt Yang has nothing to do with you."

"I'll ask."

"She's in China."

"Why didn't she come to New York with you?"

"You are very interested in my family? Huh?"

"Just ask."

"Annoying."

"..." Qiao Muyuan sat down and remained silent.

She will be unhappy if Ji Changmu offends her.

When she was upset, she stopped talking and turned to look out the window.

The leaves of the tall green trees on the side of the road are about to fall off. The yellow and fragile leaves are all over the ground, and the lazy sun hangs obliquely in mid-air.

He didn't sit upright for a few minutes, Qiao Muyuan felt uncomfortable, and it was really uncomfortable not to let her talk.

She had no choice but to talk to Ji Changmu cheekily again: "Professor, am I noisy?"

"..."

"Okay." He still thought she was noisy.

Qiao Muyuan pouted, and lowered his head to fiddle with the buttons of her coat boredly. This light white cloak with short wool looks very nice, and he is very good at picking clothes.

(End of this chapter)