Ji Changmu didn't let her look at it, and wrapped himself in a bathrobe: "Go back to the next door."

"Well." Qiao Muyuan's fingers touched his back intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on his face, one hand supporting his chin on the armrest of his wheelchair, his eyes like peach blossoms, "Ji Xiansen, I am your girlfriend, you

Why don't you let me touch it?"

"That's all you care about when you're with me?"

"No, but this little thought...don't you have it?"

"No."

"Bah." Qiao Mu stood up with strong energy, "Let's go."

The little girl fell out of favor within three seconds and went back to her room next door.

He didn't care about her at all. He was not a man.

Ying Ying Ying.

The little girl was sulking with him and hid under the quilt alone to play with her mobile phone.

…

During the days when Ji Changmu was in the capital, he was with Qiao Muyuan every day.

They would eat three meals a day together, and if he was not busy at night, he would do something else with her.

He submitted all the paper materials to the Beijing Police Station, and was only waiting for the police and Bincheng authorities to organize a cross-border pursuit. By then, he would need to go to Southeast Asia.

Ji Changmu was in the capital, and Qiao Muyuan tended to be half-hearted at work.

On this Friday, Qiao Muyuan asked for leave in advance, called Ji Changmu, and said in a coquettish voice: "Mr. Ji, dear Mr. Ji...are you free during the day today?"

"What's the matter?"

"Did you know that there is a temple in the capital called Wan'an Temple, where making wishes is particularly effective? Let's go together. We will go today."

"..." Ji Changmu showed little interest, "Not very interested."

"Okay, just go with me. There is a prayer event at Wan'an Temple today."

"What do you want to wish for?"

"You can't say it in advance, it won't work if you say it." Qiao Muyuan didn't tell him, "Come downstairs to my studio, and we'll go there together."

Qiao Muyuan's most cherished wish was of course to marry him for the rest of his life.

Ji Changmu just finished submitting the materials and thought for a moment: "Okay, then I'll let Ayong drive over."

"I'm waiting for you."

About ten minutes later, Ji Changmu's car drove downstairs to her studio.

Qiao Muyuan wore a light yellow shirt with a ribbon today, simple jeans, and a beige casual jacket.

Ayong drove them to Wan'an Temple.

Ji Changmu would not come to a place like this on weekdays. If she wanted to come, he would accompany her.

The temple in late autumn is solemn and solemn. The walls are in alternating colors of red and yellow. Rows of ginkgo trees block out the sky and the sun. Their withered yellow leaves fall with the wind and cover the ground.

The wind blows and the water flows.

There are several monks cleaning outside the temple.

The incense is in full bloom, the smoke is lingering, and the Buddha statues have kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

"Where are there any prayer activities?" After getting out of the car, Ji Changmu looked at the little girl beside him, "Huh?"

"I'm afraid you won't come, so I'm coaxing you." The little girl hooked her arms around his neck from behind, "I'm afraid you think I'm naive."

"You still know how childish you are."

"You're all here, let's pray together."

"Let go of your hands first, the pure land of Buddhism, what are you talking about?"

"I know, I know!" Qiao Muyuan let go of his hand and pushed his wheelchair into the temple.

The wind blew over her fair and rosy face, and her brows were filled with happiness. All the good things in the world were not as good as him.

Every moment I spent with him was so peaceful and beautiful.

Qiao Muyuan and Ji Changmu went to worship Buddha together.
Chapter completed!