Murong Cheng helped Bai Wei hang up the photos.
When Bai Wei wasn't paying attention, he came close to Mu Zi and bit his ear, "Next time, I'll take you home to take pictures."
Mu Zi's face changed slightly.
He was still thinking of abducting her home!
Mu Zi didn't know where Murong Cheng's lair was and wasn't interested, but the fact that he mentioned it three times always gave Mu Zi a very bad feeling.
As if once she went to that place, she would never come back.
Murong Cheng's tone was deliberate, "Wait a few more days, tomorrow first take you to the company to familiarize yourself with it."
Mu Zi sighed in relief.
Going to the company was better than going to Murong Cheng's lair.
After hanging up those pictures, Murong Cheng was hurriedly called away by a phone call. In the past when he was a loser, every time he went out, he said he was going to gamble and drink, but now it's convenient, every time he goes out, he says there's something at the company.
One sentence of something in the company, all of Bai Wei's nagging blocked.
Mu Zi recalled that when he called today, his side of the noisy, vaguely heard a few words, what "Parrot Bay", what "concessions a few points", but also do not understand.
But he can rush back, Mu Zi heart or grateful.
Just ...
Just this point of gratitude, let her own feeling uncomfortable, very awkward ...
As if ... she had been brainwashed by evil forces? No, no, no, she is a good young man with three upright views, how can she abandon the light and turn to darkness!
Mu Zi secretly admonished herself in her heart: mind your own heart, don't be deceived by him, that pervert is just playing with you!
...
At night, no one harassed, Mu Zi slept well.
In the morning, she woke up, she fed the bird as usual, put the bird into the crossbody fabric bag, refreshed and went downstairs to eat breakfast.
Bai Wei said: "I see you bought a sycamore tree branches of the bird rack, sycamore good ah, ancient times the phoenix is not sycamore does not live."
Mu Zi can not help but smile, anyway, no matter what kind of bird rack she bought, Bai Wei will praise her.
Bai Wei asked again, "Have you named the little bird yet? How about calling it Little Phoenix?"
Little Phoenix? ... A crow called a phoenix?
Mu Zi felt that she couldn't shout it out, "No, it's just to raise it for this month, when it can fly then let it go, there's no need to purposely name it."
A look of pity passed over Bai Wei's face, after thinking for a while, she nodded her head again and said, "Well, you're doing the right thing, it's better to let such a wild bird fly."
Nothing is better than freedom.
After breakfast, Murong Cheng called and said he was waiting for her outside.
Mu Zi asked Bai Wei if she wanted to go.
It was unfortunate, because the Mu family was about to hold a banquet, and Aunt Li from the big kitchen asked Bai Wei to teach her how to cook a few dishes, and Bai Wei promised to teach Aunt Li how to cook today.
So Mu Zi went alone, with little crows in her bag.
Being able to have a company of her own, she was still quite happy, it's just that when she sat in Mu Rong Cheng's car, there were some bad memories that couldn't help but come flooding back.
"Is it safe?" Mu Zi subconsciously touched the car window.
Will it encounter another assassination?
"How about ... you tell me the address, I'll take a taxi myself." Mu Zi said tentatively.
Murong Cheng lost his smile.
Mu Zi tilted her head and asked him again, "There are always people who want your life, aren't you afraid?"
"Zi Zi, no one can kill me." Murong Cheng was arrogant.
Mu Zi bristled, "Why can't you be killed? It's not like you're a ghost."
Murong Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, his laughter was refreshing, "I'm definitely not a ghost, but my Zi Zi is a real and true stunning female ghost, otherwise how could she charm me to death!"
Mu Zi was vain and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed crimson as she angrily said, "You're the one who's a ghost! You are a big colorful ghost!"
Murong Cheng didn't answer and wrapped his arms around her and couldn't stop laughing.
Mu Zi became more and more embarrassed.
Wang Zhan in the front twisted his face and said attentively, "Miss Mu, there is something called luck, our master's luck can't be compared to ordinary people, the high priests have approved the fate of the king's and vassal's dignity, the ability of the lords, want to injure our master, that is only his own life."
Murong Cheng kicked the back of his seat, Wang Zhan abruptly shrunk his head back, not daring to disturb again.
Mu Zi, however, was speechless, Murong Cheng still believes in this?