Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7227 Night boat flute rain Xiaoxiao (5)

Qiao Muyuan held the bank card and said, "Ji Changmu, we are just boyfriend and girlfriend, it seems that we haven't spent your money yet."

There was hesitation and hesitation on the little face. To be honest, he both wanted and didn't want to take it.

"If you think we can get to the point of getting married, you can accept it. If you think you can't, then give it back to me."

When the problem was thrown at Qiao Muyuan, the little girl glanced at him angrily: "You really bullied me."

Ji Changmu smiled, and the corners of his lips were always elegant and gentle: "Put it away."

"Okay, got it." Qiao Muyuan put away the card he gave him.

The setting sun in the afternoon slanted in through the mahogany window of the tea room, smoothing the texture of the marble floor with intricate details.

She likes to spend time with him, without arguing or bickering, she can find a lazy and comfortable posture to sit by the window, let the orange-red light pour on her plain face, the eyes flow, Ji Changmu is in his pupils.

She considers herself to be a chatty talker, but when she is with Ji Changmu, she can feel the tranquility that belongs to him. Over time, she also fell in love with this simple tranquility.

"Brother Ji, do you want to celebrate your birthday in Beijing or Qiongzhou?"

"It's all right, just come."

"Don't you like birthdays?"

"I don't like to be noisy."

"I have a suggestion, why not go to Bincheng and call Aunt Yang together."

He smiled: "Why bother mobilizing people, it's just an ordinary birthday."

"But I haven't celebrated your birthday with you in the past 30 years, and every year from now on, I want to celebrate your birthday with you."

Ji Changmu thought for a moment, then nodded: "OK."

He hasn't appeared in his mother's sight for more than a year. Now, she should miss him a lot, but his mother is always afraid of disturbing his career, and she will hold back no matter how many misses she has on weekdays.

The little girl sat on the soft sofa shaking her calf, her calf exposed outside her nightgown was straight and fair, her eyes never left Ji Changmu.

Sensing that she was looking at him, he raised his head, chuckled, and stopped holding the brush: "Come here and write a few words, and I'll take a look."

"It's not that you haven't read my handwriting, it's not in shape." The little girl was shy, so she didn't want to write, "Unless you teach me to write."

"Alright, you come here first." He waved at her.

She jumped off the sofa and stepped on her slippers.

Ji Changmu held her in his arms, and the two stood in front of the table, the ink was soaked, and the rice paper was covered with a layer of golden light from the setting sun.

His handwriting is very grand, with strokes and strokes, strokes and strokes, full lines, clear outlines, and a style that belongs to him alone.

When she was a child, Ji Changmu taught her to write, holding her handwriting pencil to write, but unfortunately, she never learned half of him.

At this time, he was also holding her hand, and under his generous and warm palm were her weak and boneless little hands.

He took her hand and wrote the simplest characters stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

Qiao Muyuan's back was pressed against his heart. Although she was separated by a layer of thick pajamas, she seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat, or maybe... her heartbeat.

Ji Changmu has always been extremely tolerant towards her.

It is a deep love and patience that no one will have.

Four words were quickly written on the rice paper: Dacheng Ruoque.

The setting sun became more and more intense, and Qiao Muyuan's face became hotter.

The handwriting is beautiful, and he seems to be extra patient and tireless.

(End of this chapter)