Murong Cheng drove her out.

Mu Zi didn't bother to ask where the destination was, and started napping after getting in the car.

After the car drove onto the main road, the trees in the green belt on both sides were full of bright and gorgeous lanterns, Christmas music was faintly fluttering in the streets and alleys, and occasionally encountered red lights, and a couple snuggled across the zebra crossing in front of them, Murong Cheng suddenly felt relieved.

On such a festival, driving on the road with bright lights, carrying the woman you love in the car, everything is so appropriate and good.

Murong Cheng's heart seemed to be touched, and he subconsciously held Mu Zi's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently.

Mu Zi's hand was very soft, weak and boneless, delicate and soft like a piece of tender tofu, Murong Cheng only kissed it, and he had the urge to eat her whole with this hand.

He kissed and kissed, so that Mu Zi was overwhelmed in his sleep, muttered something in his mouth, and withdrew his hand.

Murong Cheng looked at her childish sleeping face and couldn't help laughing.

The car passes through the downtown area, enters the airport expressway, and finally arrives at the airport.

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng to board his private jet, and after a two-and-a-half-hour flight, he arrived in Beibin City, thousands of miles away.

Beibin City has the reputation of the capital of ice and snow, and the shadowy fine snowflakes in Qingjiang City are as worthless as a drizzle compared to here.

Mu Zi looked at the silver-covered metropolis in front of him, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and said in his heart: Murong Cheng is really getting more and more crazy......

Murong Cheng took her to the main square in the center of Beibin City.

It's a place of hustle and bustle, with bright street lamps shining on the thick snow, which is extremely white and dazzling.

A labyrinth of ice bricks is built and an ice skating rink is turned into a skating rink in the center of the square, surrounded by ice sculptures of snowmen of various shapes, hung with colorful lights and decorative balls.

Countless young men and women gathered here, and they reveled and laughed loudly.

"Murong Cheng ......" Mu Zi didn't know what to say, "Today is the death day, are you sure you want this......"

In her tone, there was little blame, but surprise was full.

"It's past midnight, and it's not a death day." Murong Cheng took her hand, his voice overflowing with gentleness, "Zizi, no one here knows me, and no one knows you, you don't have to be afraid." ”

Neither have to worry about assassination or assassination, nor do they have to worry about being brother and sister, they can let go and have fun.

Murong Cheng even helped her prepare the outfit for playing in the snow, an extra-long down coat that could be wrapped from head to toe, plus a hat, gloves and scarf.

After Mu Zi put it on, she felt like a soft and fat bun......

She wanted to say that it didn't matter if someone here knew them, if they were dressed like this, if anyone could still recognize her face, it would be considered a skill!

Murong Cheng dragged her to the labyrinth, but Mu Zi refused, for fear that she would be trapped inside and not be able to get out, and she would freeze in vain.

Murong Cheng dragged her to skate again, but Mu Zi still refused, she couldn't even walk when she was dressed like this.

She pushed him in disgust: "You go and slide by yourself, don't bother me." ”

Then she found a stone pier on the periphery of the skating area and sat down, half her face hidden behind her scarf, her hands in her sleeves, she was warm, watching the people in the skating rink laugh or fall.

There was laughter all around her, which infected her emotions, and Mu Zi's mood was not bad, and after looking at it for a while, she unconsciously bent her eyebrows.

Not far away, a girl accidentally fell while skating, and her boyfriend reached out to help her, only to fall to the snow-covered ground in unison.

Mu Zi thought to herself: It must be very painful, right?

Thinking like this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a little happy.

Merely...... Where did Murong Cheng go?