Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7228 Night boat flute rain Xiaoxiao (6)

By the window sill, the hot tea is glowing with white water vapor.

For a moment, it was as if time had turned around and I was back when I was a child.

She still remembered that by the window of the south building, the sun was shining on the desk. She was still a naughty and naughty child, and he had to suppress his temper to teach her to read and write over and over again for the sake of salary.

Thinking of this, Qiao Muyuan laughed out loud.

Ji Changmu frowned slightly: "Write well, what are you laughing at?"

"I remembered when I was a child, you taught me many characters."

"Well, I taught it." Ji Changmu sighed, "Mrs. Qiao gave me a generous salary, but I failed to improve her daughter's grades. I feel really guilty."

"You are guilty of P, you will not feel guilty, you are cheating money with your salary, you have never taught me seriously, you either yell at me or scold me, it is very annoying."

"Don't speak dirty."

"..."

Ji Changmu felt that this little girl ruined the atmosphere. Just now he was still sighing in his heart that staying with her was so wonderful, but she broke the harmony in the next second.

Qiao Muyuan laughed hard.

Ji Changmu bent down slightly, and rested his chin on her small head. There was a charming and peaceful floral fragrance in the nest of her neck, and there was also a faint fragrance in her hair.

Picking out another piece of rice paper, he took her hand and wrote a small order "Meng Jiangnan".

"Lan Jin falls, and the screen is dark red.

Leisurely dreaming Jiangnan plum ripening day, night boat playing flute rain rustling.

Human language post side bridge. "

He was afraid that she would get tired from standing, so he let go of her hand: "Okay, I will teach you how to write later."

"Brother Ji, who did you learn calligraphy from? The writing is really good."

"My dad." Ji Changmu said calmly, "He started teaching me to write when I was two years old, beat me, scolded me, and praised me. By the time I was 14, my handwriting had surpassed my father's level. There is no chance to teach me again."

The man's hoarse and deep voice was filled with regret. In the end, without mentioning it again, he lowered his head and continued to write a few words on the paper.

Qiao Muyuan was stunned.

He loves his father very much. If it weren't for the accident that year, their Ji family would also be the richest man in Bincheng, and he is also a noble son in the world who doesn't eat fireworks.

He was originally the flower of the high mountain on the top of the snow-capped mountain, but after he was 16 years old, he fell into the dust and was in a mess.

But the temperament and aloofness of his youth will never be lost in his life.

Qiao Muyuan suddenly took a step forward and held his hand: "Brother Ji, are you sad?"

"No, it's been many years." Ji Changmu's lips were gentle.

"In the future, we will have a new little family." Qiao Muyuan's white and delicate fingers gently hooked his fingers, entangled like weeds, growing endlessly.

Outside, the clouds are brilliant and the wind is good.

When the setting sun was about to sink to the horizon, he took her by the hand and went downstairs.

She was still in her pajamas and played with the fur ball for a while.

Drinking tea together, eating together, cuddling and whispering together, Qiao Muyuan has a different kind of affection and happiness when getting along with him, which no one can give.

Even if they sit quietly and don't speak, their hearts can fit together and find the most balanced joint.

Qiao Muyuan thought that she would hold this man's hand tightly and never let go.

……

Ji Changmu postponed his trip to Qiongzhou.

He also didn't often show up in the public eye. After coming to the capital, he let Yu Yichen control the media's right to speak in the capital, and he was not allowed to release any reports without his permission.

That night, he took Qiao Muyuan to the temple fair.

(End of this chapter)