He was not wearing a coat, and only had a white loose woolen sweater on his upper body, which made him as gentle as jade, his posture was elegant, and even his usually dignified and cold face became gentle.

"Looking at the photos." Yang Shuzheng responded to him, "Mu Yuan looked at them with great interest."

Ji Changmu knew that he could not escape this disaster. He walked to Qiao Muyuan, lowered his head, and rested his chin on the crook of her neck. His ebony-scented breath fell deeply and shallowly on her neck, and her earlobes felt soft.

The itching is light and soft, like light feathers or blades of grass.

"Let me take a look, too." He lowered his head and flipped through the photo album. "It turns out that my mother still keeps this photo album. I haven't looked through it in more than ten years and thought it was lost."

Yang Shuzheng smiled and said, "I'll tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Come and eat early."

"Okay." Ji Changmu nodded.

As soon as Yang Shuzheng left, they were the only two people left in the collection room.

Ji Changmu put his big hands around her slender waist and lost interest after only turning a few pages: "There's nothing interesting to see. Let's go have breakfast. Where do you want to go today? I'll take you around Bincheng."

He closed the photo album.

Qiao Muyuan disagreed. She turned to the photo of him and Tong Qian and turned to stare at him without saying a word.

Ji Changmu saw it, but he couldn't remember when he took such a photo. He frowned: "This seems to have been secretly taken by my classmate when I was in junior high school. Later, he transferred to another school and sent this photo

When it arrived at my home, I didn’t expect it to be kept by my mother for so long.”

"To be honest, the photo was very good and they match well." Qiao Muyuan couldn't hide his jealousy, "You two have known each other for more than thirty years."

"I didn't fall in love with her early. I didn't have this idea when I was thirteen or fourteen. After I turned sixteen, my family encountered changes. Tong Zhenghai took the initiative to keep Tong Qian away from me." He explained to her calmly and took out the photo alone.

Before Qiao Muyuan could react, he took out his lighter and "pop", lit the photo on fire.

"Hey!" It was too late for Qiao Muyuan to stop him, and the photo quickly turned into ashes, "You are destroying evidence."

"There's no need to keep it anymore." Ji Changmu put away the lighter, suddenly put his arms around Qiao Muyuan's waist, pressed her against the wall, lowered his head, and looked at her rosy lips, his eyes changed from cold to hot.

"Ayuan, don't be jealous. It's not worth it. No one in the Tong family is innocent."

"I'm not jealous, no." She denied, her eyes evasive.

But he pressed her chin with his slender fingers, turned his head and kissed her, his chest close to her body, inseparable.

The breath is entangled.

The sun shone in through several layers of bamboo leaves from outside, and mottled tree shadows fell on Ji Changmu's white sweater. The light and shadow intertwined, and his kiss became more and more passionate.

Rising sun, dewdrops, new life.

After kissing her for a few minutes, he let go of her lips, but his body did not move: "Ayuan, I am willing to give you everything I have in this life, including my life, because I love you very much."

His love for her was sincere and passionate, like the undefeated rose and the everlasting stars and moon.

Qiao Muyuan's jealous smell disappeared again, and she took the initiative to put her arms around his waist and rest her little head on his chest.

There is still a burnt smell in the air, which is the smell of the photos.

"It's time to go have breakfast." He coaxed her with great patience.

"Brother Ji, I want to say something to you..." She raised her head with great affection.
Chapter completed!