Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Mu Zi returned to the Xiaoyang Building, let go of Xiaoya, and sat alone on the sofa in the living room.

She seemed calm and composed in front of Mu Zening, but in fact her heart had become a mess!

Every word and word that Mu Zening said hit her heart! The chaotic mood was shaken high and scattered like dust, unable to calm down.

what is the problem?

Is Mu Zening deliberately defrauding her? Could it be... Does he really have a witness? A witness who can prove Murong Cheng's guilt?

Mu Zi panicked.

She dare not think.

If Qiao Jingjia's death is really related to Murong Cheng, what does it mean? It means... The secret Qiao Jingjia will tell is very unfavorable to Murong Cheng!

...No, she shouldn't doubt Murong Cheng.

When I received Qiao Jingjia's call, Murong Cheng was with her all night, and it was impossible to arrange this murder!

but……

What if she falls asleep? He only needs to give a word, and someone outside will take care of it for him...

Mu Zi bent down and hugged her knees tightly, feeling that her chest cavity was pierced by an iron cone. She couldn't breathe and felt pain.

At this time, she thought again: Maybe this is Mu Zening's purpose. He is in pain, so he has to torture me and let me accompany him in pain.

How much Murong Cheng loved her, she knew very well that he was the least likely to harm her in this world.

Thinking of this, Mu Zi's heart calmed down...

"It's okay." She breathed in slowly, and whispered to herself, "It's just a psychological trap, don't fall into his tricks."

Mu Zi felt that Mu Zening was playing mystery, saying that it was false to have witnesses in his hand, and that it was true that it was malicious. As long as she didn't mess around with herself, Mu Zening would have nothing to do with her.

She cleared up the disturbing thoughts, no longer impetuous, but unavoidable.

Especially when thinking of Xiaoya's abnormality, Mu Zi felt that Mu Zening's existence was a threat, as if it would ruin her current peaceful and beautiful life at any time.

This feeling made her both nervous and frightened.

Because of fear of Mu Zening, Mu Zi stayed in the house all day without going to the garden. She had liked taking a walk in the garden with her little girl, but now she can only give it up.

When night came, she was lying in bed, thinking of the nightmare of last night, and her heart felt even more uncomfortable.

Tossing over and over, it was difficult to fall asleep, and even subconsciously resisted falling asleep, afraid of having nightmares again, Mu Zi simply got up, lightly went to the room next door Murong Cheng.

He is not at home, but the pillows and sheets have his breath in a trance. Maybe it is an illusion, just as a kind of psychological comfort...

Mu Zi hugged the quilt tightly.

...

Murong Cheng came back in the middle of the night.

He stayed in the hospital all day, tired and tired, the first thing he did after returning home was to touch Mu Zi's room to look at her.

There is no one in Mu Zi's room.

Murong Cheng was stunned, where did Mu Zi go?

In the bathroom? Still not at home? Went to a classmate’s house to meet and stay overnight

Murong Cheng went back to his room suspiciously, raised his hand to turn on the light, and saw a bulge on his bed, thick black hair scattered outside the quilt, and the room was filled with a light fragrance.

Murong Cheng laughed blankly.

How did you get into his bed? Is it possible that a small thing wants to change rooms?

His attention for the past two days was entirely on Huo Zheng, he hadn't paid attention to the family's movements, and had no idea that Mu Zening had returned.

Murong Cheng walked over and pulled the quilt down slightly, revealing Mu Ziying's charming little face.

If Mu Zi felt a little bit, he closed his eyes and hugged his arm.

She was sleeping in a daze, her little nose leaned closer and sniffed, and she frowned in disgust: "It smells so bad, the smell of disinfectant water."

After staying in the hospital for so long, of course there will be a smell. Murong Cheng looked at her squeaky look, a little funny, and said, "Wait for me to wash."

"Wait..." She closed her eyes and murmured, the little bird was like a human, holding his arms unwilling to let go, "Wait when I fall asleep, you go and wash..."