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Before Murong Cheng could say anything, Bai Wei saw that his face was broken, and he immediately said unhappily: "If you just want to take advantage of it, have a good time, dispel your thoughts as soon as possible!" Two people want to be together, and they can't even stand this test, what kind of love are they talking about? Let's learn what respect is! ”

Bai Wei has a soft temperament, but she doesn't give up in this matter.

Mu Zi gave Murong Cheng a look and asked him to quickly agree, not to be angry with his mother's body.

Murong Cheng thought about it, it was already August now, and it was only half a year since Mu Zi turned eighteen, so he gritted his teeth and endured it!

What's more, Murong Cheng can't touch Mu Zi, Huo Rong can.

Murong Cheng's mind was lively, and he finally had a little smile on his face, and asked, "What else do you want?" ”

"Don't sleep in Zizi's room, don't be too intimate with her in front of outsiders, don't take her out without permission, don't damage her reputation......"

Every time Bai Wei said a word, Murong Cheng's face sank a little.

Finally, Bai Wei added: "I haven't cared about you before, I don't know if you have a woman outside...... In the future, you are not allowed to fool around outside, otherwise, I will send Zizi to Jingling. ”

Murong Cheng's face was already dark.

This is her own mother, and she is defending Mu Zi every word, Murong Cheng can only swallow his anger and agree to it all, and there is a pain in his heart to cut the land and pay compensation!

After such a negotiation, the atmosphere between mother and son finally eased somewhat, but Bai Wei looked at Murong Cheng's eyes with vigilance and residual anger.

It's impossible not to be angry, and the thought of Murong Cheng hooking up with Mu Zi without her knowing makes her angry!

How old is Mu Zicai? What can a seventeen-year-old girl understand? At such a young age, the love that has been flirted with has just opened, but you can't fool your heart stupidly?

Just like myself back then, just like Ruan Li back then. Women, no matter what age they are, once they fall in love, they are like moths to a fire, knowing that it is a dead end, but still desperate.

Bai Wei hopes that Mu Zi can have a good result, not like her and Ruan Li, one has been withering for years, and the other has lost his life.

They stayed in the hospital until noon.

When all the examination reports came out, the doctor said that Bai Wei's body was fine, but she should try to be as calm as possible in the future and not be overly excited and angry.

Bai Wei sighed faintly, glanced at Murong Cheng, and said, "Hopefully......"

Murong Cheng's face was extremely ugly.

Mu Zi held back a smile and shrugged her shoulders.

They drove home, Murong Cheng drove, and Mu Zi and Bai Wei sat in the back seat.

Mu Zi put her arm around Bai Wei, was in a good mood, and chatted with Bai Wei.

"Mom, what kind of person is my biological mother?" She asked.

"She's beautiful." Bai Wei's eyes were slightly bent, and a smile flowed, "Amazing talent, it is unforgettable when you see it, at that time, many literati and writers in Qingjiang wrote poems for her, and everyone admired her." ”

Mu Zi smiled and said, "No wonder I look so beautiful, it turns out that I have good genes." ”

Bai Wei laughed and tapped her finger on Mu Zi's forehead, "Are you beautiful?" You've inherited three points from her at most. ”

The voice paused slightly, and he smiled and sighed: "With her three points of beauty, it is enough for you to be beautiful for a lifetime, and you look like your father most of them." ”

"There will be such beautiful people in the world?" Mu Zi held her face and deliberately made Bai Wei happy, "I feel like I'm already like a fairy, so what does she have to be beautiful?" I don't believe it, Mom, do you have a picture? ”

Bai Wei couldn't laugh when she heard this, she sighed softly: "It's gone, it's all burned...... She said, since we have forgotten, why bother to remember, and asked me to burn all her things, leaving nothing. ”

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