Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8278 Waiting for the baby to be born (8)

"Ji Changmu!!!" Qiao Muyuan threw the pillow on him, "You dog!!!"

He took the pillow with a smile, smiling all over his face.

When flipping through the diary, Qiao Muyuan only picked the passages written by You Ji Changmu.

He read it out while reading it, which left Ji Changmu speechless.

Ji Changmu himself couldn't remember those trivial things.

But these memories are like beads. At this moment, they are slowly connected together by a diary, strung together, and become interesting memories.

Of course, not everything is fun.

Qiao Muyuan suddenly noticed something, and read aloud: "Going home from get off work today, I accidentally saw Chang Mu standing downstairs in the villa looking at the neighbor's house. I thought he was looking at something. It turned out that the daughter of the Zhenghai family was pulling Violin. This little girl is very talented and beautiful. Zhenghai and I have known each other for many years. If Changmu has always liked this little girl, it would be a good thing, but I don’t know if the little girl likes him. I should also like it, Changmu is very handsome. But the little boy should not break his mind, just let nature take its course, Changmu will grow up slowly."

Ji Changmu's face darkened.

Sure enough, in the next second, Qiao Muyuan swept over with blade-like eyes: "Ji Changmu, what's the matter with you?"

Ji Changmu shook his head: "I don't like her."

"Knowing a son is like a father, your father sees it most clearly."

"No." Ji Changmu explained, "At the beginning, I just thought that Tong Qian was very talented, especially the talent for playing the violin, but she rarely played the violin at home, so I would listen to her when she played the violin."

"What a pale explanation. Ji Changmu, why don't you admit it, be lenient when you confess, be strict when you resist, and if you refuse to admit it, in case I find any other evidence from behind..." Qiao Muyuan raised the phone in his hand Diary, gouged him out, eyes full of warning.

"What do you want me to admit?"

"When did you like Tong Qian? Tell me honestly, I don't care, there's no need."

"I don't like her."

"No liking at all?"

"Maybe I once confused appreciation with liking." Ji Changmu met her eyes calmly, "I have mastered everything since I was a child, and I can surpass my peers in almost everything, except for music theory. I have learned the cello, I didn’t succeed. I learned the guqin, but I didn’t succeed. Similarly, I tried the violin, but I didn’t succeed. I can only play the piano. So I was surprised when I heard Tong Qian playing the violin, because it was so brilliant, it took me a long time. I haven't forgotten it. Later, whenever she practiced the piano on the balcony at home, I would listen to it. I don't know if Mrs. Ji is satisfied with this explanation."

"Dissatisfied." Qiao Muyuan was still jealous, with tears streaming down her face. Obviously, she was the one who played the violin best.

However, she and Tong Qian are both good at the same musical instrument.

It's hard for her to say whether he transferred his appreciation of Tong Qian to him.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at Ji Changmu, and unwilling to meet his gaze.

I feel a little sad in my heart.

You care as much as you care about him.

She has never been too generous.

Little emotions climbed up her heart little by little, like vines tightly wrapped around her, making her breathless.

She was a little sad after all.

"Qiao Muyuan." He called her by name, with helplessness and affection in his voice.

(End of this chapter)