Mu Zi's movement downstairs was stagnant.

After a pause of about two seconds, she walked down as usual, and said lightly: "Oh, didn't I eat salt and pepper shrimp yesterday, I don't know how to feel itchy after eating, I reached out and scratched it a few times, and it became like this......"

Bai Wei didn't have any doubts, but blamed herself: "It must be allergic, next time my mother won't make shrimp." ”

Mu Zi pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled reluctantly, "It's okay......"

Bai Wei was very distressed, asked Mu Zi to sit down and rest, took the basket from her hand and sent it to the laundry room.

As soon as Bai Wei left, Mu Zi jumped up from the sofa and quickly rushed into the bathroom on the first floor!

- In the mirror, she saw a faint dark red bruise on her neck, not one, not two, but in groups!

Ha!

Droves?!

She should really "thank" Murong Cheng, thanks to his Meng Lang, these traces are connected in large pieces, and they look far from kiss marks! Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to explain it even with a hundred mouths!

Mu Zi held the edge of the ceramic sink with both hands and inhaled deeply to calm her anger.

Sooner or later, Murong Cheng would kill her.

……

Bai Wei came back from the laundry room, changed her clothes and prepared to go out, saying that she was going to the bank to do errands.

Murong Cheng was nowhere to be found, and she didn't know that her son had come back at night.

Even Mu Zi was surprised, she ran back at night and left early in the morning, what did this person want to do?

Could it be that Baba rushed back last night just to question her about meeting Mu Zening?

Mu Zi hated him even more.

After Bai Wei left, Mu Zi was the only one left in the family.

Mu Zi wanted to log in to her mailbox and view the files she copied from her laptop, but because of what Murong Cheng did, she was impetuous and couldn't calm down.

Outside the house, they sang incessantly, and they seemed hoarse because their lives had come to an end.

Mu Zi felt harsh and became more and more irritable.

She poured herself a glass of cold water, and while drinking, she thought about Murong Cheng's affairs.

She is not really naïve and ignorant, although she has never experienced a love affair, but Murong Cheng's thoughts about her are straightforward and rude, and a fool can see it.

What is he? - Love? Mu Zi didn't believe it.

She thought that maybe it was because she was so different from his sister after being reborn, so she piqued his interest.

Interest breeds like, and after liking is possession, just like walking on the side of the road and watching a flower bloom well, picking it off when you think it's interesting, holding it in your hand and playing with it for a while, and then you will discard it at will.

Defloration is all about mood, and there is no need for a reason to discard it.

Mu Zi seems to see her future - either she will be found out that she and her brother are living together, and her reputation will be discredited and she will be looked down upon; Either he was tired of being abandoned by Murong Cheng, and he had no dignity at all.

Mu Zi thought of the terrible place, and his face turned pale.

She couldn't take it!

It would be nice if I could live on campus after school started, so that I could avoid him......

But will Murong Cheng let her go? That kind of person...... If you don't get your hands, you won't give up, if you force him to be anxious, maybe he will really make the relationship public, like a son who spends a lot of money to pursue star models, making everyone known and boiling.

Mu Zi didn't want that!

The knock on the door sounded suddenly, and Mu Zi was startled.

She is now in the shadow of a bow and a snake, and any disturbance of grass and trees will make her think of Murong Cheng.

However, Murong Cheng will not knock on the door, he is a robber and a bandit, and wherever he wants to go, he will break in without the consent of his master.

Mu Zi opened the door.

Qiao Jingjia stood outside, with a smile on her face that seemed kind, but was actually high.

"Hello, can we talk?"