Mu Zi looked at Mu Zening in disbelief, stared at it for a long time, and made sure that he was not joking, before asking, "What is this?" Extort? Extortion? ”

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

"Think about it." Mu Zening said, "Old Ghost Huang falls into Huo Zheng's hands, what will happen to him, no one can predict." ”

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 robbed of a woman by Murong Cheng, in fact, how much can you love me?" Mu Zi seemed to be powerless to continue, closed her eyes, and opened them again, "If you want to prove your success, you don't need to use marriage as a price." Mu Zening, be sober! ”

She turned around and was about to leave, but Mu Zening suddenly reached out and grabbed her right wrist, "Are you sober!" ”

"Release!" Mu Zi said angrily.

The bodyguard behind her took two menacing steps.

Mu Zening's eyes widened, and he looked at her snow-white neck fixedly, revealing light red marks when the placket was pulled - warm, vague, and extremely dazzling!

It was like a cold winter lake overflowing, pouring into his limbs along the veins, freezing through his heart and cold into his bones!

Mu Zening was cold from head to toe.

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

The flames of anger burned in his internal organs, burning his sanity.

Mu Zening held on to the edge of the table tightly, and Mu Zi had already left the restaurant under the escort of the bodyguards.

The waiter brought the food and placed it respectfully on the vacant seats, as if realizing that something was wrong with the guests, and the waiter asked, "Sir, do you still need music?" ”

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

As if the rage had flashed, he sat back slowly, and said, "Let's start now." ”

After a while, beautiful music was playing in the dining room, and he had wanted to create a romantic atmosphere for her, as before.

Unfortunately, there is no point anymore.

Under the warm orange light, the tableware is plated with a golden shimmer, and the roses in the glass bottle are delicate, and the low-key enchanting bloom.

Mu Zening pinched the knife and fork, his fingers were slender and white, he cut pieces of beef silently, and ate alone with an expressionless face, as if nothing had happened.

"No, I don't care about the money." He suddenly said to himself, "I just want her to think that I am useful, and I don't want to let her benefit in vain." ”

The seat opposite him was dark and empty, Mu Zening smiled faintly at the empty seat, and said, "Maybe you're right, I'm just looking for an excuse to meet her, after all, Qiao Jingjia is dead, Murong Cheng is dead, I can't think of any reason to stop myself from doing this...... She and I were husband and wife from ...... first."

Speaking of this, the faint smile on Mu Zening's face faded, and his face was like frost, "But I didn't think that he was still alive...... He's still alive......"

……

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

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

Mu Zi glared at him angrily.

In Murong Cheng's opinion, this glance seemed to be angry and angry, and there was no deterrent at all, but his eyes were rippling, and he was very seductive.

"What about tidying up, huh?" Murong Cheng hugged her to his lap and pinched Mu Zi's little ass hard, "Go on a date with other men, and dare to show me a face when you come back, huh?" ”

"What nonsense!" Mu Zi stretched out his hand and pinched his face, "I'm talking to him about business!" ”

"What did you talk about?" Murong asked.

Speaking of this, Mu Zi couldn't help frowning slightly, "He said that Old Ghost Huang is in Huo Zheng's hands. ”