The night was calm and quiet.
Mu Zi slept enough, opened her eyes, saw the brilliant sunlight outside from the curtain gap, orange and gold beams of light, white particles slowly flying, everything is quiet and cozy.
There is no Murong Cheng, it is so good ...
She stretched her arms and got up in a happy mood, then moved the vases and chairs blocking the doorway, one by one.
After washing up, she went downstairs for breakfast.
At the dinner table, Bai Wei looked at Mu Zi with a face of my family's daughter growing up, "My Zi Zi has grown up and is getting prettier and prettier."
Mu Zi smiled back, "I'm still small, mom is the prettiest."
This was Mu Zi's sincere words, never flattering.
Half of Murong Cheng's good skin was inherited from Bai Wei. Bai Wei's appearance is extremely beautiful and moving, clearly almost fifty people, but looks like thirty, even the body is graceful and graceful as a young girl, half of the traces of the years do not see. Definitely the majority of women envy and jealous object.
If not this period of time together, Mu Zi on this mom has some understanding, otherwise absolutely will suspect that white Wei is not to do photorejuvenation, peeling wrinkles this type of cosmetic surgery.
Bai Wei was coaxed by her daughter and laughed, "Mom is old, what's the point of talking about pretty."
She took out a bank card from her bag and handed it to Mu Zi, her gaze full of love, "Here, this is for you."
Mu Zi was drinking skinny egg congee, and took it with her hand, a little bewildered.
Bai Wei said, "Tuition and living expenses, mom has already helped you save up, and will regularly deposit a sum of living expenses here every month in the future."
"... "Mu Zi looked at Bai Wei in surprise.
Where did Bai Wei get so much money?
Although she had once been favored by Old Master Mu, after the Old Master's death, she had been exploited and bullied by Mrs. Mu for nearly ten years, and should have had very little left long ago!
... Taking a step back, even if Bai Wei had saved up some savings under Mrs. Mu's nose, it was still her retirement money, the root of her peace of mind! She didn't take it out for her son to spend, but instead paid tuition for her adopted daughter?
Two million dollars.
Even Mu Rongxuan would find it painful, Mu Zi believed that for Bai Wei, it was definitely a huge sum of money.
But she did not hesitate at all, just handed over to Mu Zi's hand, full of love and trust.
Mu Zi heart shook, a long time back to God.
Somehow, the tip of the nose a little sour.
She was a child abandoned by her parents, since childhood, only her grandmother loved her, Bai Wei's warmth, let her seem to return to the time when she lived with her grandmother ...
"Why do you look at mom like this?" Bai Wei smiled and said, "In the future, when you go to school, study hard, listen to the teacher, it's okay if your grades can't keep up for a while, take your time, don't be in a hurry ..."
"Mom, don't you say it ..." Mu Zi hung her head, the spoon unconsciously stirring the porridge in the bowl, her voice muffled.
If she said any more, she wanted to cry.
I didn't realize that the first warmth after being reborn came from this stupid white sweet adoptive mother.
After breakfast, Bai Wei took out a few new clothes, all of which she bought for Mu Zi when she went out yesterday.
She wanted her daughter to dress up for her new school.
There were casual sportswear, ladylike dresses, and a jacquard cheongsam.
The cheongsam is a lake blue background color, with elegant jasmine pattern, chic and playful. Mu Zi very like.
However, the cheongsam is not like other clothes, need to be customized to be good, Bai Wei bought this, I do not know wear fit.
Mu Zi went back to her room to try on the clothes.
Modified cheongsam has a zipper in the back to facilitate putting on and taking off, Mu Zi back hand touched half a day, did not feel the zipper.
She heard footsteps behind her and thought it was Bai Wei, "Mom, how do I wear this cheongsam, should I fasten the button first, or zipper first?"
The man's low, slightly hoarse voice rang out, "It should be taken off first."
Mu Zi's legs went weak.
It was Murong Cheng again!