Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Mu Zi was stunned.

Looking down at his clothes subconsciously.

No problem...Compared with everyday clothes, it must be hotter. The skirt is short at the front and long at the back, revealing half of the thigh, with a deep V neckline on top, sleeveless style, and two slender pink arms.

I have to say that Zhuang Jia is very talented in design. Without too much cumbersome design, he can show Mu Zi's exquisite figure very well, and the places that should be blocked are blocked, otherwise Mu Zi dare not wear it.

"This is a Christmas gift from Zhuang Jia..." Mu Zi explained, feeling wrong again, and asked him, "How do you know it's me?"

"I recognize you ashes." Murong Cheng gritted his teeth.

Mu Zi: "..."

Murong Cheng said to the man next to him that he was unaccompanied, then grabbed Mu Zi's wrist and turned and left.

Walking in a hurry, Mu Zi didn't keep up, staggering.

Murong Cheng suspected that she was sluggish, so he hugged him horizontally, and strode forward.

It seems that staying here for a second is a huge loss.

The bodyguards behind him quickly followed, and everyone was surprised: What's the matter? Is this hook up?

Mu Zi was also surprised, staring at Murong Cheng, "What are you going crazy!"

Murong Cheng's jaw line was tight, his expression indifferent and unhappy.

"If you don't want to see me, I won't come to you next time." Mu Zi said angrily, feeling aggrieved.

She went all the way to see him, just trying to surprise him, but she was surprised, but she didn't see it for a moment, but instead made him angry.

Mu Zi narrowed her mouth at the time.

Murong Cheng got even more angry, this woman really got itchy after a few days without cleaning up, before he even started to teach, she was making faces!

There were people all around, Murong Cheng was not good at attacking, and she squeezed her little **** through the hem of the drooping skirt!

Mu Zi was in pain, raised his hand to Murong Cheng's shoulder, full of anger.

Seeing that the two people were about to quarrel, the bodyguard quickly opened the elevator door with his eyesight and hands.

Murong Cheng carried the woman in, and said, "Send Wang Zhan to my room."

Then the elevator doors closed, blocking the bodyguards looking at each other out.

The top floor of each casino is Murong Cheng’s private area, and the elevator goes straight to the top floor, where security personnel are also guarded by layers of security.

Murong Cheng walked into the office holding Mu Zi.

The inside was wide open, he looked around, looking for a place to put Mu Zi down——

There was no time to put away the bullets and guns on the leather sofa.

Although the floor is covered with carpets, it is not clean enough.

Murong Cheng's gaze fell on the large and clear desk...

It was a bit harder, but it was also acceptable.

"This is also called clothes?" He put Mu Zi on the table, lifted her skirt, and severely criticized him, "A little breeze will disappear, do you know?"

Murong Cheng was upset at the thought of her swaggering through the market in such clothes!

Mu Zi retorted, "Small wind? You said a strong wind of level eight!"

Murong Cheng was stunned, then he didn't know what he thought of, and laughed.

He tightened Mu Zi tightly, buried her in her neck and couldn't stop laughing.

"What a laugh!" Mu Zi only felt inexplicable.

She pushed him in irritation, but couldn't push. Instead, she pressed closer and closer. Her body, who knew how to feel the love of love, was extremely sensitive, and she was out of breath if she didn't pay attention.

Murong Cheng sniffed the fragrance in her hair, took a bite on her Xuenen neck, and kissed her lips: "This dress must not be worn again, it is confiscated."

With big hands, he peeled the clothes clean.

"You don't make sense!" Mu Zi was ashamed and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his chest.

The underwear inside is actually purple, with fluffy feathers bordered with silk tassels, which is quite interesting.

Murong Cheng's eyes darkened, and he felt that his assessment just now might be unfair. This dress... is still good.

Mu Zi saw that Murong Cheng's eyes were wrong, and struggled to think about it.

Murong Cheng brought her back, jokingly smiled: "What are you running? You have confiscated too."

After that, she tossed her for a while.