Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Mu Zi: "..."

Bai Wei looks like this, she obviously knows something, why not say it?

If she wants to say it, Mu Zi can't ask.

Forget it, anyway, she has no interest in her own life experience.

According to Qiao Jingjia's statement, her biological mother is dead. As for her father, who has ignored her for so many years, he must be a scumbag, and there is no need to confess.

Mu Zi quickly left this thing behind, but Bai Wei was always anxious, always worried that Mu Zi would ask more questions, and would not let Mu Zi help in the kitchen, and asked her to go to the living room to watch TV.

Helpless, Mu Zi turned and left.

She changed a few TV channels boringly and had nothing to do.

Unexpectedly, I saw Mu Zening's face appearing in the news of Economic Channel.

Mu Zening is young and handsome, and among the circle of fat-minded presidents, he is particularly handsome and eye-catching, and he is also especially popular with media reporters.

He may not be the most successful entrepreneur, but he is definitely the most popular. This is an age of looking at faces. Even a butcher who kills pigs, as long as he is handsome enough, will be on the news: the most handsome butcher.

Speaking of it, Mu Zening hasn't come to him recently, has he figured it out and decided to let it go?

Mu Zi looked at it and couldn't help feeling: Under the same roof, Mu Zening was only half a year older than Murong Cheng, but his life experience was completely different.

Mu Zening is the proud son of heaven. He received the best education from childhood and enjoyed the best network resources in the family. Mrs. Mu took care of him in every possible way.

Look at Murong Cheng, tusk tusk, how pitiful, eating a bite of food at the dinner table will be ridiculed, and with Bai Wei’s character, it is estimated that it is impossible to win any resources for her son...

She was sighing with emotion, and a negative male voice faintly sounded in her ears: "Have you not watched enough at home? I want to watch it on TV."

Mu Zi didn't react, and blurted back: "I just think it's really easy to get fat when on the camera..."

There was a sudden excitement in my heart.

Mu Zi jumped up from the sofa in the next instant, and when she looked back, she saw Murong Cheng standing behind the sofa. She yelled in shock, "Are you not walking? You scared me to death!"

Murong Cheng said with yin and yang strange air: "I want to walk to make a sound, don't I disturb your appreciation of others."

"You are insane." Mu Zi hummed and threw away the pillow in his arms and turned upstairs.

Murong Cheng grabbed her wrist and asked her, "Where to go?"

Mu Zi didn't feel angry and replied, "Find a quiet place, and admire others!"

"Are you angry again?" Murong Cheng held his wrist tightly.

Mu Zi rolled his eyes back: "I am not angry with you yet!"

Murong Cheng: "..."

It seems to be so.

He thought for a while and took Mu Zi upstairs.

Mu Zi twisted his body and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Murong Cheng said without shame: "Give you a chance to appreciate me."

Mu Zixin said: Can I refuse?

After going upstairs, entering the room, and closing the door...it was naturally another entanglement.

As soon as it was time for dinner, Murong Cheng didn't go too far, just rubbing his soft waist, kisses one after another on the white jade's flawless skin, lingering and lingering.

Mu Zi nestled in his arms, closed her eyes slightly, her face was delicate and ruddy, shy and charming.

Murongcheng thought she was cute, and kissed her lips again, playing with her thick long black hair with her fingers, she couldn't afford to sink.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered in my mind that if Mu Zi hadn't been smart and had a gun on him that day, I'm afraid it would have been ruined by those villains now.

Too hateful!

He started to regret it a bit. He felt that Lan Kexin died too cheaply. He should be sent to the torture room to experience all the instruments of torture!

"It hurts, it hurts... what are you doing." Mu Zijiao muttered dizzyingly.

Murong Cheng's subconscious anger made his fingers clenched and pulled Mu Zi's hair.

He immediately let go, rubbed her scalp again, and said softly: "Zizi, I will tell you something."