Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

On a quiet night, only the occasional sound of wind passing by the window.

Mu Zi took a shower and came out of the bathroom, wiping her hair while thinking about the case in Taoshui Village.

She walked with her head down, and as soon as she entered the door and raised her eyes, she saw Murong Cheng lying on the bed, looking through her mobile phone.

Mu Zi: "..."

There is a fire in my heart.

Although it had happened too many times, she really couldn't get used to Murong Cheng's trouble with turning over her things.

That is her mobile phone, which contains her information, her photos, her notepad, hers, hers! It's all her stuff! Even if there are no secrets, I don't want to be looked at casually.

...It's useless to get angry, she can't get it back anyway.

Mu Zi sat on the chair with a calm face and wiped her hair, groaning silently.

Murong Cheng is looking through her photo album, which contains photos taken in Taoshui Village these past two days. Mu Zi doesn't have the habit of taking selfies. Most of the shots are landscapes. There are also several group photos of Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan.

"Have a good time," Murong Cheng said, with a little smile in his eyes and a little yearning.

Last time he took Mu Zi to play in the snow in Beibin City, he didn't take a few photos. It is a pity that he thinks about it now.

There are a lot of photos on the mountain villa, but the fake ones are fake after all. The fake photos can't bring back memories.

After wiping her hair, Mu Zi sat on the chair with nothing to do, thinking of resting on the bed, she cared about Murong Cheng.

"How long do you have to watch? I'm going to sleep." Mu Zi urged him to go.

Murong Cheng hooked her hands, "Come here."

Mu Zi didn't go there and didn't look at him, "...you go back to your own room."

Seeing that he couldn't move her, Murong Cheng got up and pulled Mu Zi over, turning over to press her.

Mu Zi was forced to lie under him and wanted to shout when he was anxious, but Murong Cheng put his finger in her mouth!

"Want to call mom again?" Murong Cheng hooked his mouth and smiled evilly, "You just have to dare to shout, believe it or not, I strip your clothes off now?"

"Bah!" Mu Zi got angry, spit out his fingers, gritted his teeth and glared, "Besides forcing me and threatening me, what else would you do?"

Murong Cheng didn't care, "If I threaten you, will you come over?"

"No!" Mu Zi scolded him, "You are uneasy and kind, of course I won't go there! I'm not stupid!"

Murong Cheng kissed her lips and said with a smile: "I also said that I was not stupid. Why did I become uneasy and kind when I love you and love you? Little fool."

Mu Zi was suppressed by him and had nowhere to escape, so she stretched out two hands and pinched his face vigorously, saying in a vicious voice, "Murongcheng, your face is the thickest in the world..."

Murong Cheng laughed, full of evil spirits.

He kissed Mu Zi's little cheek, picked her up, put his arms in his arms, and said, "Show you something."

Mu Zi ignored him.

Murong Cheng picked up his mobile phone and opened the photo to show Mu Zi: "The islands for the Chinese New Year have been selected. There are signal towers and wind power generators. Apart from fresh water that needs to be transported regularly, there is no problem with basic life. What needs to be prepared, I will send all of them to the island before the New Year."

Although Mu Zi hates him for forcing herself, she is also curious about the upcoming life on the island. She can’t help but flip through them one by one. In the photo, the island is densely covered with tropical rainforest, and there are winding white beaches, blue seas and blue sky. As beautiful as PS.

"It's beautiful..." she said.

The photos should be taken by a helicopter overhead. One of them was of the house they were living in. The roof was pointed, the walls were white, and the buildings were located on a flat green area, like a few large mushrooms leaning against each other.

"There are swings." Mu Zi couldn't help saying.

She likes to have a swing outside the house. In fact, she may not be able to sit on it a few times, and it is not very useful, but if there is a swing, she feels in a good mood and a bit childish. This is probably a complex.

"Like?" Murong Cheng gently bit her earlobe, "I like it too, I want to want you here in the future!"