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They went straight to the point from the moment they came back, not to mention eating, not even taking a sip of water.

Murong Cheng was really afraid that Mu Zi would be hungry, so he got up from her and didn't trouble her anymore.

The meals were all prepared in advance by Chen Cailing, and they were all auspicious dishes. Milk soup fish balls are called fish and water, flower kernel jujube soup is called early birth of a noble son, crispy fried quail is a double fly with wings, and sweet honey is a dessert cake, and so on.

However, the two of them tossed for too long, and the meal was already cold.

Murong Cheng went to the kitchen to heat the dishes, Mu Zi changed into cool home pajamas, and wandered around the house with nothing to do.

The villa has a total of three floors, which is not big compared to the Mu house, but it is superior to the exquisite and comfortable structure.

On the ground floor there is an expansive living room with an area for lounging and a dining area, followed by two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, and a storage room.

On the second floor is a master bedroom and three guest rooms, study, bathroom, and a small terrace with a view.

There was nothing on the third floor, just a spired attic, Mu Zi could barely stand up straight, she felt that if it was Murong Cheng, she would probably have to bend over and walk.

The attic has a triangular window open, which is very childlike.

Mu Zi couldn't help but think that if they had children in the future, they would definitely like it here, the little feet were running around on the wooden floor, making a clattering, clattering sound, and Murong Cheng would be very impatient, frowning slightly and shouting at them downstairs: "Be quiet!" ”

Would he be so gentle?

Belch...... Or it could be: "I want to be beaten again!" ”

Thinking of this, Mu Zi couldn't help but laugh, and inexplicably began to look forward to what kind of scene Murong Cheng would be in disciplining the child.

Murong Cheng is very fierce.

But for people close to him, his murder is just thunder and rain, starting a fire can scold her bloody, and at the end he has to hold him in his arms and coax, people who don't know him may think that this person is schizophrenic.

Murong Cheng called her downstairs to eat, Mu Zi answered, and went downstairs to see that the table was already full of food.

"I'm going to serve dinner!" Mu Zi took the initiative to share the housework.

She filled two bowls of rice, added some more to Murong Cheng's bowl, and served it in front of him like a virtuous wife, and said, "My husband has worked hard." ”

Murong Cheng looked at the rice in the bowl, and then looked at Mu Zi, with an unknown smile in his eyes: "Is the hard work you said the same as the hard work I thought?" ”

Mu Zi, who had been polluted, now understood the deep meaning, her eyes flashed, and she lowered her head to eat: "Hard work is hard work, what else can it mean......"

Murong Cheng smiled, picked up vegetables for her, and said, "My wife has also worked hard, eat more." ”

Mu Zi felt that his words were like ridicule and sarcasm.

But she was really hungry, she didn't care about eating during the ceremony, and she kept toasting during the banquet, and finally it was over, and when she returned home, she was pulled to the bed by Murong Cheng and tossed over and over.

Mu Zi ate a full bowl of rice, dragon and phoenix shrimp balls and lamb chops a lot, and drank a bowl of sweet soup at the end, and finally ate it.

Originally, I wanted to be virtuous and help wash the dishes and wipe the table or something.

But now she just wanted to lie down.

"Tomorrow the servant will come and wash it." Murong admitted.

As soon as he said this, Mu Zi became more and more lazy to move.

There was nothing to do after she had eaten, she had just woken up, so she was in good spirits.

On the first day of her marriage, she was still in the novelty of being a woman. Although the two are usually tired of being together like this, they feel very different when they have a name.

How exactly are they different...... Mu Zi couldn't say it, but she felt happy, very happy.

Murong Cheng hugged her to the terrace on the second floor to cool off.

The terrace has teak floors, is clean and open, and only a few straw futons are arranged.

Murong Cheng sat on the futon, Mu Zi leaned on him, the evening breeze blowing through his skin, cool and comfortable.

"Murong Cheng, do you remember teaching me to look at the stars before?"

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