Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8914 gift for the baby (9)

"Qiongzhou."

"Okay, so it's close at hand." Qiao Muyuan walked up to him, "Wait, where is the safe in the study? Why didn't I know? Ji Changmu!"

He smiled: "Hiding private money."

Qiao Muyuan: "..."

He stood up, hooked her waist, lowered his head, and changed his tone again: "Want to see? If you want to see, take some action."

"You still dare to threaten me?"

"..."

"If you threaten me again, I won't let the baby call you daddy."

"What do you call me then?"

"Just call Ji, Chang, and Mu!"

Ji Changmu grabbed her waist and entered his study with her.

Push open the heavy wooden door.

The study room is very large, and the bookshelves all over the wall are full of various books. There is a temperature-controlled glass cabinet full of rare and ancient books, and there are many unique ones.

"Where is there a safe? Why didn't I know?" Qiao Muyuan was also curious.

She has been to Ji Changmu's study countless times, but she has never seen any safe.

Of course, she didn't look at the bookshelf very carefully.

Ji Changmu moved away a bookcase, only to see a wooden door behind it.

Qiao Muyuan was not surprised at all. Qiao's residence often had such a dark room, and his father often said that they could take refuge in special times.

In Taiping years, there is no need to take refuge, and it can generally be used as a storage room.

Ji Changmu opened the wooden door with his fingerprints, and took Qiao Muyuan's hand: "Come in, be careful."

After turning on the light, Qiao Muyuan realized that there was a small dark room inside, with an ingenious structure, suitable for Tibetans, and also suitable for hiding some antiques.

"Empty is also empty. I have collected a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings." Ji Changmu walked past the glass showcase and introduced to her, "There are also some things that I think are very precious."

In the darkroom, the light is soft, the temperature is constant and the oxygen is constant, and the antiques in the glass showcase exude the charm of time.

There were still calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and Qiao Muyuan stopped for a long time in front of a landscape painting by Dong Qichang.

Ji Changmu opened a drawer, took out a well-preserved photo album, and threw it to Qiao Muyuan: "All the photos you want to see are in it."

"Such a wonderful darkroom, you never brought me in."

"How long have you been in Qiongzhou? This villa is so big, I'm afraid you haven't visited it all." Ji Changmu leaned against the wall, "The future is long and there are many opportunities."

"Baby, listen, this man can really speak beautiful words." Qiao Muyuan rubbed his stomach.

Ji Changmu: "..."

Qiao Muyuan knew that there was more than one place in the villa where there were Wenwan, and there was a room with a few hundred square meters in the backyard where large antiques were placed, but she had never been interested in it since she was a child.

Instead, she was more interested in his pictures.

She opened the album and was surprised that the photos in it were very well preserved, with no traces of decades at all.

"Why do the photos look like they were just developed?"

"Better preserved."

Qiao Muyuan sat on the chair, Ji Changmu stood behind her, put his hands on the back of her chair, and simply looked at the photos with her.

Isn't it social death?

Turning to the first page, Qiao Muyuan laughed out loud: "Brother Ji, is this you?"

There was a picture of him on the first page. He was about two or three years old, with delicate features, wearing a cute little sweater. The sweater seemed to be knitted by Aunt Yang herself. It was very beautiful.

The little guy is holding a ball, his big eyes are round and bright.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't me." Ji Changmu was speechless.

(End of this chapter)