……

It was already late at night, and Jiang Huan drove Mu Zi away.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a black Rolls-Royce parked in front of him, and Murong Cheng was reclining on the side of the car, holding a cigarette in one hand, and the smoke was swirling, as if he had been waiting for a while.

His eyes were deep and narrow, and his gaze fell on Mu Zi's body through the car glass.

“…… It seems to be your brother. Jiang Huan recognized Murong Cheng, a famous son in Qingjiang City, and a frequent visitor in the casino restaurant.

Mu Zi lowered her eyes and was silent, unhappy.

When the family held a banquet, he was nowhere to be seen, but now in the evening, this man is running diligently......

It's annoying.

Murong Cheng stepped forward with his slender legs, and after a few steps, he tapped his fingers on the glass window and said, "Zizi, go home." ”

He's coming to pick her up.

Even though Mu Zi had a thousand and ten thousand reluctances in her heart, she still opened the car door and obediently got into Murong Cheng's car.

Murong Cheng then also sat in the car, he hugged Mu Zi to his lap and pinched her face affectionately.

"Brother is happy to pick you up in person?"

"Not happy." Mu Zimu replied with a face, "There are always people who want to kill you, the risk factor of taking your car is too high, I would rather take a taxi." ”

Her ridicule, Murong Cheng only regarded it as coquettish, and didn't take it to heart at all.

Murong Cheng put his arm around her and asked, "I heard that the Jiang family gave you a big gift today?" ”

"Didn't you install a security camera? Why don't you ask me if you give a gift, go watch the surveillance video. Mu Zi said coldly.

Murong Cheng was silent for a moment and said, "But the scope of the surveillance video is too small to see comprehensively, what should I do?" Maybe you should install cameras in bathrooms and toilets. ”

Mu Zi bit her lip, why did she quarrel with Murong Cheng? How naïve.

And you can't win!

"What, wronged again?" Murong Cheng chuckled, "Why do you love to talk so angry, little squeamish, huh?" ”

Mu Zi turned his face away angrily and ignored him.

But Murong Cheng always had a way to deal with her, he pinched her jaw, bowed his head and held her lips, regardless of Mu Zi's struggle, and thoroughly tasted the tea.

Mu Zi broke away from him, panting and glaring at Murong Cheng angrily, his eyes full of anger.

Murong Cheng smiled: "It tastes like red beans...... Is the Jiang family so poor, so they will entertain you with red beans? He took advantage of it, and teased Mu Zi a few words.

Mu Zi sneered: "Commonplace, of course you can't get used to eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day, and if you eat too much, you will not digest it!" ”

The last three words were gritted by her.

"No matter how much food there is, it's not as delicious as Zizi." Murong Cheng came up to kiss her again.

There was a crying voice from the car: "Murong Cheng, you will bully me!" ”

"Nonsense, how can I give up ......"

……

Mu Zi didn't cry for too long this time, she was used to Murong Cheng's kisses, and she was so used to numbness that she was used to it......

Although there will still be anger, but more importantly, there will be helpless frustration.

Murong Cheng simply restrained her.

Can't scold, can't open, can't escape, the only thing Mu Zi can do is ignore him with a cold face and ignore it! Disregard! Ignore it again!

The night was deep, and the night scene outside the car window was deep and monotonous.

Mu Zi gradually became confused and sleepy.

She dozed off in the car and slowly fell asleep......

Murong Cheng let her pill on the crook of his arm, adjusted his posture, and gently hugged her.

He likes Mu Zi when he is asleep, innocent and ignorant, unguarded, and will never refuse his intimacy.

Her pale skin is delicate and soft, her thick black eyelashes tremble gently, she frowns slightly in her sleep, and her delicate and aggrieved appearance is endearing.

Murong Cheng stretched out his fingers and gently scratched her soft face, causing the girl to mutter, "Murong Cheng, don't make trouble." ”

He chuckled, his heart warm.

The driver who drove seemed to understand the master's thoughts, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down, driving slowly on the unmanned road-