Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Mu Zi looked at Mu Zening in disbelief, and stared at him for a long time, making sure that he was not joking before asking, "What is this? Blackmail? Blackmail?"

Mu Zening slowly cut off a piece of steak, and the sauce mixed with blood and water was fed into his mouth, chewed and milled between his teeth, with a chilling elegance.

"Think about it." Mu Zening said, "No one can predict what Huang Laogui will end up in Huo Zheng's hands."

Mu Zi took a deep breath, then stood up.

"Your current attachment is just unwilling, unwilling to be fooled by Murong Cheng, unwilling to be taken away by Murong Cheng, in fact, how much can you love me?" Mu Zi seemed unable to speak any more, closed his eyes, and returned. Opened, "If you want to prove your success, you don't need to use marriage as a price. Mu Zening, be sober!"

She turned around to leave, Mu Zening suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed her right wrist, "Could it be that you are alive sober!"

"Let go!" Mu Zi said angrily.

The bodyguard behind her threatened two steps closer.

But Mu Zening opened his eyes wide, fixedly looking at her snow-white neck, showing light red traces when the skirt was pulled-warm, cryptic, and extremely dazzling!

The lake was overflowing like a cold winter, rushing into his limbs along the blood vessels, freezing his heart and cold into his bones!

Mu Zening was cold from head to toe.

After returning to his senses, he finally felt the familiar, unspeakable shock and anger!

The internal organs ignited anger, burning his reason.

Mu Zening held on to the edge of the table tightly, while Mu Zi had already left the restaurant under the **** of the bodyguard.

The waiter brought the meal and placed it respectfully and politely on the vacant seat, seeming to realize that something was wrong with the guest. The waiter asked, "Sir, do you still need music?"

Mu Zening's expression was like a deep cold pool, silent.

The rage seemed to pass away in a flash, he slowly sat back and said, "Now let's start."

After a while, beautiful music floated in the restaurant. He originally wanted to create a romantic atmosphere for her, as before.

Unfortunately, it doesn't make any sense anymore.

Under the warm orange light, the tableware was coated with a layer of golden light, and the roses in the glass bottles were beautiful, and the low-key enchanting blooming.

Mu Zening was holding a knife and fork with long and white fingers. He silently cut pieces of beef and ate alone without expression, as if nothing had happened.

"No, I don't care about the money." He suddenly said to himself, "I just want her to find me useful, but I don't want her to benefit in vain."

The seat opposite him was dark and empty, and Mu Zening smiled faintly at the empty seat, and said: "Maybe you are right, I am just making an excuse to meet her, after all, Qiao Jingjia is dead, Murong Cheng is dead, I can't think of it. Any reason prevents myself from doing this... She and I were originally husband and wife..."

At this point, the faint smile on Mu Zening's face faded, his face looked like frost, "But I didn't think, he is still alive...he, he is still alive..."

...

Mu Zi walked out of the restaurant with an angry expression on her face.

The bodyguard opened the door of the car and Mu Zi sat in. Murong Cheng inside seemed to smile, "I came out so soon."

Mu Zi gave him an angry look.

In Murong Cheng's eyes, this look seemed anger and anger, without deterrence at all. On the contrary, his eyes were squiggly and very seductive.

"Why don't you take care of it?" Murong Cheng hugged her to his lap, and squeezed Mu Zi's small ass.

"What nonsense!" Mu Zi stretched out his hand and pinched his face, "I was talking about business with him!"

"What did you talk about?" Murong Cheng asked.

When mentioning this, Mu Zi couldn't help frowning slightly, "He said Old Ghost Huang was in Huo Zheng's hands."