Yuan Qingqing was so curious anyway.

After sending Yuan Qingqing away, Qiao Muyuan returned to his study to work.

Feifei ran in.

Qiao Muyuan picked it up, scratched it, rubbed his little head, and Feifei looked enjoyable.

The little girl hugged Feifei and played for a while: "You hide, how long can you hide?"

Feifei closed her eyes and occasionally responded to Qiao Muyuan's two moves, mostly lazy and motionless.

...

Friday, evening.

The autumn wind is cool, the autumn leaves in the capital are withered and yellow, and the night is gradually pulling down, and the lights are bright.

After the plane landed, Ji Changmu put on a windbreaker and replied that he was not answered the phone call.

He wore a black mask and a baseball cap, his face was clearly contoured and his eyes were sharp.

After returning to several job calls, he saw Yan Jia call and went back: "Yan Jia, what's the matter? I was on the plane just now."

"It's nothing. I took Zhouzhou to the sanatorium to see Aunt Yang today. Aunt Yang was in a good mood and played games with Zhouzhou for a day."

"Thank you."

"Old Ji, how long do you have to hide from Aunt Yang? Aunt Yang misses you very much."

“I have arrangements.”

"Okay, I know you have arrangements. Every time you ask you, you respond like this, but what happened? EM was completely out of place. Now, you have a car accident again. Lao Ji, are you too confident and think you can arrange everything well? Listen to me, stop tossing."

"Isn't people just tossing when they live?"

"..." For a moment, Yan Jia had nothing to say, "Where are you now?"

"You don't have to worry."

"This is what you say every time you ask. If you have the ability, please let me ignore Aunt Yang!"

"My mother still wants to ask you. When I arrange everything, I will go to see her."

"You have nothing to say to you." Yan Jia's tone softened again, and Ji Changmu is a man who makes people hate him and can't hate him. "You probably didn't treat me as a friend at all."

"You know, I'm not good at making friends, and often I don't feel happy. I know it's quite tiring to make friends with me. If there is anything wrong, take it more."

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After hearing his words, Yan Jia sighed in his heart, and did not blame him again.

I have known Ji Changmu for many years, but he knows what this man is carrying, and the pain he suffered when he was young may not be cured in his life.

No matter what, he has known Ji Changmu for ten years. He knows whether Ji Changmu has regarded him as a friend.

"Old Ji, take care of yourself! If you are too tired, come to Lancheng to help me manage the company. With you here, my company will definitely have nothing to say."

"Do your own business and hang up the phone."

Yan Jia: "…"

Ji Changmu treated him as a child and did his own things.

Isn’t this what he likes to say to that little thing in Yanzhou?

Passing by a coffee shop in Beijing, Ji Changmu whispered: "Ayong, stop, go down and buy a cup of coffee, and buy today's "Beijing Evening News".

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

It's dark.

There was no light on the car, only the dim light of the street lights on the side of the road was reflected on the car glass. Ji Changmu took off his mask, pursed his thin lips, his face was calm and peaceful, and his deep eyes filled the night of the capital.

Ayong was very fast, and after getting in the car, he handed the coffee and newspaper to Ji Changmu.

Ji Changmu did not read the newspaper, but only drank coffee.

The car drove all the way to the booked hotel parking lot, and Ayong pushed his wheelchair all the way to take Ji Changmu upstairs.
Chapter completed!