Qiao Muyuan asked the driver to take her back to Huanhua Villa.

The villa area is very quiet, each household has a private passage, does not interfere with each other, and has excellent privacy.

Qiao Muyuan's car stopped in the courtyard.

The villa is brightly lit, the vegetation is fragrant, the sweet-scented osmanthus and autumn chrysanthemums in this season are fragrant, and the night air is particularly fresh.

She exhaled and stood in the yard, looking up at the bright lights and a bright moon hanging in the sky.

All the happiness that I had not been able to find back in the past two years came back at this moment.

Whoever is tempted first will lose, but she doesn't care about winning or losing.

Just like her father said, she has to walk her own way in the future. She wants to embrace flowers, the bright moon, poetry collections and all the beauty in the world. Even if there are thorns and swamps ahead, she will never look back. She just wants to run for everything she wants.

Go forward.

Qiao Muyuan walked up the steps and opened the door to the living room.

At a glance, Ji Changmu was seen sitting on the most conspicuous sofa in the living room, looking down at his notebook.

He had already taken a shower and was wearing a loose black nightgown. His short hair was clean and neat, his brows were furrowed as if he was thinking, and his fur ball was dozing next to him.

Qiao Muyuan changed into slippers and ran towards him: "I'm back!"

Ji Changmu raised his head and frowned deeper: "The smell of smoke is very strong."

"After playing for a while, my friends all smoked." Qiao Muyuan took off his coat and handed it to the servant, then picked up the fur ball, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet? Are you waiting for me?"

"Work."

"What kind of job? Show me." Qiao Muyuan leaned over.

"Pah", Ji Changmu closed his notebook: "Can you go take a shower? My body smells of tobacco, alcohol and perfume."

"Oh." Qiao Muyuan put down the fur ball and glared at Ji Changmu, "Why are you so fierce?"

She obediently went upstairs to take a shower.

Not long after she went upstairs, Ji Changmu also returned to his room.

He did not live in the master bedroom, but chose a sunny bedroom closer to the garden.

When taking a shower, Qiao Muyuan felt that she looked nothing like the sponsor. How could any sponsor treat her like this?

The more she thought about it, the more wrong she became. After taking a shower, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and knocked on Ji Changmu's door: "Ji Changmu, open the door."

"It's getting late."

"Help me dry my hair." She stood outside the door and shouted.

"..."

Ji Changmu helped the wheelchair out. As soon as the door opened, he saw a little girl who had just come out of the bath, with a red face.

Sitting on the balcony, Qiao Muyuan opened the window and blew in the evening breeze.

Behind her, Ji Changmu helped her blow dry her hair.

She couldn't remember the last time he blew her hair. It seemed like it was a lifetime ago, so far away and so unreal.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. The evening wind blew across her cheeks, and her heart throbbed.

In her hair, his slender fingers went back and forth through her black hair, causing waves of shallow currents to flow through her limbs and bones, reaching her heart.

As a result, the heartbeat became faster and faster, and the temperature of the body also rose a few points, making it hot and surging.

The hair dryer was very loud and was the only sound here.

Her hair was soft and easy to blow. After a while, he put down the hair dryer and spread her hair: "That's it."

"Essential oil." She handed him a bottle of hair oil.

"It's really troublesome." Ji Changmu unscrewed the bottle cap and applied hair oil for her.

"How can you find it troublesome for the financial owner?"

"Have all the photos been deleted?"

"Deleted."

"No archive left?"
Chapter completed!