Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8337 But do good things, don't ask about the future (6)

In the past, Ji Changmu didn't like to read these software, let alone read the comments.

Today is different.

He looked from top to bottom for a long time, and he had already forgotten that he was still in the restaurant.

The light in the restaurant is soft, the sound of the piano is melodious, and the green plants on the table are verdant.

Ji Changmu's eyes were red, and his vision was somewhat blurred.

This article is sincere and has aroused great sympathy and repercussions. Some people lamented the bad fate of good people, some lamented that justice was too late, and some lamented that people are cold and know people but don't know their hearts.

The surroundings seemed to be in a state of stillness, and Ji Changmu could not hear any sound, only his own heart was beating faster.

The old past, surging in this city where his past memories are buried, is being revealed again today.

After so many years, the appearance of his father has become somewhat blurred to him, but today, it is becoming clearer again.

He has never forgotten his father, and will always remember his father's teachings to him.

After a long time, he put down his phone, leaned on the sofa chair, and closed his eyes.

The melodious piano sound surrounds the ears, the notes are beating, and the memories are surging.

Qiao Muyuan put on light makeup and was carrying an avocado green shoulder bag. She was led by the waiter and walked slowly to her place on high heels.

She saw Ji Changmu leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his face was calm, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the light shone on his slender eyelashes and facial features, calm, elegant, and indifferent.

He didn't change the white shirt he wore today, and even wore it out to date her.

Thinking of this, she smiled, walked quietly to his side, and kissed him on the lips.

Ji Changmu woke up with a start. Seeing that it was her, he let go of his vigilance: "Why didn't you call me?"

"I thought Mr. Ji was asleep." She put down her bag and sat down opposite him. "Why are you not afraid of others kissing you?"

"No one has the guts."

Qiao Muyuan stared at his lips for a few seconds before laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

She took out her small makeup mirror from her bag and opened it: "You wipe it, it's stained with lipstick."

With a little bit of orange lipstick marks, Ji Changmu didn't take it seriously: "It's okay."

Qiao Muyuan was also not polite to him, picked up the menu on the table, and looked at it carefully: "What is the signature dish of this restaurant? Jiaolong Chuhai... What is this?"

"If you're curious, order one and try it." He looked at her, rested his fingers on the table lightly, and tapped.

"It's better for you to come, I don't understand the food of your Bencheng, it's weird."

"I'll take you around more in the future, otherwise, you'll miss out on so many delicacies in Bencheng." He took the menu and ordered a few signature dishes for her, as well as some special dishes.

"You also know how to reflect, I haven't eaten the food of Bencheng a few times."

"I'll let you eat enough today."

She looked at Ji Changmu's mature and cold face, looked carefully, and traced his outline with her eyes, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

After ordering, Ji Changmu gave the menu to the waiter.

He poured red wine for her, the surrounding atmosphere was just right, and the mood was just right.

"A Yuan." He called her name in a deep voice.

"Huh?" She rested her chin and looked at him.

Looking at each other, he took a sip of his wine and paused: "Thank you."

"What, say 'thank you' properly, why are you so alien to me." Qiao Muyuan disliked him, "I have never seen you so unfamiliar with me in bed."

(End of this chapter)