Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6872 He still has Qiao Muyuan in his arms (7)

"A cute kid." Ji Changmu remembered.

"Hey, it's not cute at all!" Qiao Muyuan said disgustedly, "He's really bad now, and his speech is very bad. He keeps saying that I fail the exam and that I'm the stupidest in the family."

Ji Changmu smiled: "Is what he said wrong?"

"..." Qiao Muyuan didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Even he bullied her.

"Your brother...is it time for high school?"

"I will come to the United States to study in the second half of this year. I have already applied for the school, the top school."

"Oh." Ji Changmu knew, it must be Harvard, "He has good grades."

"Well, he looks pretty good, let me show you his current photo? It's very different from when he was a child."

Qiao Muyuan took out his phone to look through the photo album.

Ji Changmu remembered the soft and glutinous little dumpling when he was a child. He was only three or four years old, and he talked like a baby, and he was going to study at Harvard in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Muyuan dug out the photo, and Ji Changmu saw it, well, he perfectly inherited the excellent genes of the Qiao family, sunny and handsome, with fair skin and exquisite facial features.

"My brother looks good." Qiao Muyuan was very happy.

"When I was his age, I was prettier than him." Ji Changmu said intentionally.

"The terrible competitiveness of men."

"..."

Hiding behind the fireplace of the abandoned church, the two were not bored, chatting and waiting for the crowd outside to disperse.

However, this demonstration was so powerful that the crowd showed no sign of dispersing. In the afternoon, people's voices could still be heard, such as "stop endless lending" and "stop financial squeeze", the slogans were monstrous.

Qiao Muyuan checked the wound on his leg every once in a while, but fortunately there was no more bleeding.

"Is it cold?" he asked her.

"With you by my side, it's not cold."

"sweet Nothing."

"Then do you like to listen?"

"..."

The daylight gradually faded, and the night swallowed up the last light of the day. It was dark, the night was low, and the lights were on.

There are no lights outside the church. When night falls, the church is endlessly dark, you can't see your fingers, and the temperature is very low.

He could vaguely hear shouts from outside, Qiao Muyuan volunteered to go to the window to have a look, but was stopped by Ji Changmu: "Don't go, wait a little longer, according to the usual practice, they will end the day's tour around eight o'clock." X."

I don't know if the night can strengthen my courage. In the dark church, Qiao Muyuan reached out to touch his chest, and leaned against it.

This abandoned church is like a deep valley isolated from the world. In the deep valley, there is only boundless darkness and the smell of dust, and they are tourists who have fallen into the deep valley, and no one bothers them.

It was very dark here, with only a gleam of light leaking in from the window. It seemed that this place was not New York, but a secret paradise for the two of them.

When Qiao Muyuan was leaning on his chest, he gently moved his fingers up along his smooth chin, and stopped when they touched his thin lips, his heart was beating "thumping" at a very fast speed.

When his gaze collided with his, Qiao Muyuan lifted his chin, and covered his lips with a hot kiss, and wrapped his cool fingers around his neck, wrapping around the nape of his neck.

Her hair fell on his neck and face, itching and soft.

This kiss carried Qiao Muyuan's countless enthusiasm and initiative, because at this moment, she wanted to kiss him.

The little girl's kiss was very jerky, and he didn't have much experience and skills, but Ji Changmu was still moved by her, and a ball of fire burst out from his body.

(End of this chapter)