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There was a smile in Murong Cheng's voice: "You can really sleep?" ”

Mu Zi ignored him, pretended to be asleep, and lay on the bed silently.

After a while, she heard a faint rustling sound, as if Murong Cheng had turned over, and then her hand on the edge of the bed was gently held by him.

Mu Zi didn't move, and muttered softly: "What are you doing, don't sleep yet." ”

Murong Cheng said: "I can't sleep if I don't hold you." ”

"Flim Flam." Mu Zi snorted softly, "It's as if you haven't slept before." ”

"Can a person be called sleep?" Murong Chengqiang's words are reasonable, "At best, it can only be regarded as lying with your eyes closed, you must know, sleep, this is a verb ......"

"Shut up!" Mu Zi suppressed his voice and interrupted him in annoyance, already foreseeing the next direction of this conversation.

Murong Cheng smiled, pinched her palm, and really shut up.

His palms are broad, his fingers are slender, and the temperature in his palms is warm, making her feel grounded.

Mu Zi lay quietly on the bed, listening to the monotonous insect chirping outside the window, and slowly, finally fell asleep.

……

Mu Zi slept peacefully this night, she didn't know that Bai Wei couldn't sleep, and she got up three or five times in the night, for fear that her unbalanced son would come.

Not wanting to wake up Mu Zi, Bai Wei only stood at the door and looked at it a few times, and saw that her son was indeed sleeping on the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief, but when she remembered the unclear relationship between the two, her heart hung again, and she was extremely helpless.

She had never had any ideas, and when she encountered this situation, she was at a loss.

The next day, Bai Wei was boiling beef bone soup in the kitchen, the boiling milky white soup was gurgling, steaming, and she looked at the pot in a daze.

After some time, she heard the sound of small voices outside.

Bai Wei walked out and saw Murong Cheng carrying Mu Zi downstairs, and that intimate posture made Bai Wei feel angry again, and she couldn't stand steadily.

But Murong Cheng didn't notice it, saw Bai Wei standing by the stairs, and asked, "Mom, is the soup ready?" I smell the scent. ”

"It's almost ......" Bai Wei replied in a low voice, her eyes staring at Murong Cheng's hand that was placed in the crook of Mu Zi's leg.

In the hot summer, Mu Zi was only wearing a set of Mickey home pajamas, with a sleeveless vest on top and pretty shorts below, Murong Cheng also didn't wear much, the two were almost skin to skin, Bai Wei couldn't help but think about it.

This brother and sister are so close!

It's so intimate!

Murong Cheng walked past her as if no one was around, carried Mu Zi to the living room, and carefully placed it on the sofa, completely ignoring his mother's painful eyes.

"Bring me the crutches." Mu Zi said to him.

Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "What do you want crutches for?" Where do you want to go, I can hold you, can I use crutches? ”

Mu Zi was embarrassed, looked at Bai Wei not far away, and pinched Murong Cheng's arm hard.

"You can pay attention to what you say......" She gritted her teeth, feeling that she had fallen asleep, Murong Cheng was simply broken in front of Bai Wei, and there was no concealment at all.

Murong Cheng sat next to each other, wanting to take Mu Zi into his arms.

"Go brush the bird rack!" Mu Zi pushed him nervously, "Sisi's nest should also be cleaned!" ”

Murong Cheng can be shameless, but Mu Zi's face still needs it, in front of Bai Wei, she really doesn't want to be too intimate with Murong Cheng. Bai Wei is very good to her, she shouldn't poke her mother's heart like this, it would be too unconscionable.

Fortunately, Murong Cheng was quite cooperative, and he really went to clean up the pet kennel, and Mu Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

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