When something like this happened, Murong Cheng wanted to hide it from Mu Zi.

In any case, it should be hidden, it is disgraceful and glorious to be injured for another woman, and it makes more suspicion between the two, Murong Cheng does not want to see such a result.

But when it happened, he thought it was good.

Mu Zi was jealous of him.

This is something he would never have dared to think of before. Being jealous means that this woman has him in her heart.

Thinking of this, Murong Cheng hugged Mu Zi tighter in his arms.

"You let go." Mu Zi was afraid of touching his wounds, so she didn't dare to struggle hard, and said in disgust, "There are dirty and smelly things on your body, don't touch me." ”

Murong Cheng took an inch: "Then you can help me wipe it." ”

"I don't want it, you go to Wang Zhan." Mu Zi said coldly, "Otherwise, you go to your white swan and let her wipe it for you." ”

"Still jealous?" Murong Cheng smiled, "Zizi, I'm injured and can't take a bath, if I don't wipe it, my body will be very uncomfortable." ”

Mu Zi ignored him.

Murong Cheng grinded softly and hard, and said: "When you were lazy before, I scrubbed you, and I never disliked you." ”

Mu Zi had no choice, so he stood up angrily, went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, and helped him scrub his body.

I thought to myself: I should pay off my debts!

Before scrubbing, Murong Cheng asked her to go to the drawer next to her and find a brown glass bottle.

"What is this?" Mu Zi took it back and asked him.

"Pour a little and apply it to me." Murong Cheng said.

In order to facilitate the operation, Murong Cheng's clothes were taken off, and his upper body was bare.

Mu Zi did as he was told, and first smeared some on his arm. His skin is firm and smooth, his muscles are even, and every undulating line is full of masculine strength.

As you apply, that slightly darker layer of skin slowly dissolves like a faded oil paint.

Mu Zi knew that it was a cleansing oil.

All makeup removers have a certain irritation, Mu Zi carefully avoided his wounds, helped him wipe them little by little, and then scrubbed them with a hot and humid towel.

When she did these things, Murong Cheng told her about the injury.

"Those people are going to Huo Lin, they want Huo Lin to die on my territory, so that my so-called fiancé identity can no longer stand, and I have a blood feud with the Huo family, so they can take the opportunity to pull me down from the position of the head of the family." Murong Cheng said, "Zizi, I didn't save Huo Lin because I loved her, but because I couldn't let the situation evolve to that point. ”

Mu Zi lowered her head and wiped his body, and said in a muffled voice: "It doesn't matter who you love me, you don't need to explain it to me." ”

"Why doesn't it matter? I love you, little thing. Murong Cheng smiled and pinched her face.

Mu Zi threw away the towel and stood up, as if she was very angry: "How many times have you said it!" Don't pinch my face! ”

She took the dirty water, turned around and went to the bathroom, poured out the dirty water, and took on a basin of clean hot water.

The metallic faucet was pouring water, and Mu Zi held the marble countertop with both hands, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

My heart was sore for a while, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

I didn't know what it was before, and when she was handling cases, whenever she met those people who were crazy about love, she always felt unreasonable.

There is a woman who was deceived and deceived of money, but she didn't want to recover her money at all, but cried and asked the man who cheated on her if he had ever loved her.

There are also women who, in order to make their boyfriends have money to buy drugs, are willing to degenerate into being a maid.

Why are there so many idiots in this world?

Is it because love is too unreasonable, so people who fall into it will become stupid and cheap?

Even if she knew that he had a fiancée, she could give up her principles and comfort herself that this marriage contract was just a cover.

…… I love you, little thing.

Murong Cheng's words fell on the tip of her heart, like a handcuff, firmly handcuffing her heart.