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The night was already late, Jiang Huan drove Mu Zi away.
Just out of the doorway, he saw a black Rolls Royce parked in front of him, and Murong Cheng was leaning against the side of the car, holding a cigarette in one hand, smoke billowing, as if he had been waiting for a while.
His eyes were deep and narrow, his gaze through the car glass, always falling on Mu Zi's body.
"... seems to be your brother." Jiang Huan recognized Murong Cheng, a famous cockney in Qing Jiang City, a regular customer in the casino and restaurant.
Mu Zi hung her eyes and was not happy.
When the family held a banquet, there was no trace, and now in the middle of the night, this person is running diligently ...
Really annoying.
Murong Cheng steps away from his long and slender legs, a few steps have arrived close, his fingers knocking on the glass window, said, "Zi Zi, home."
He came to pick her up.
Even though Mu Zi had a thousand thousand reluctance in her heart, she still opened the car door and obediently got into Murong Cheng's car.
Murong Cheng then also got into the car, he hugged Mu Zi onto his lap and pinched her face affectionately.
"Brother personally came to pick you up, are you happy?"
"Not happy." Mu Zi returned with a wooden face, "There are always people who want to kill you, the risk factor of sitting in your car is too high, I'd rather take a cab."
Her sarcasm, Murong Cheng just took it as petulance and did not care in the slightest.
Murong Cheng put his arm around her and asked, "I heard that the Jiang family gave you a big gift today?"
"Didn't you install surveillance cameras? Why are you asking me if you sent a gift or not, go watch the security camera." Mu Zi spoke coldly.
Murong Cheng was silent for a moment and said, "But the scope of the surveillance video is too small to see the full picture, what should we do? Maybe the bathroom and toilet should be installed with cameras as well."
Mu Zi bites her lip, why is she fighting with Murong Cheng? How childish.
And it can't be won!
"What, aggrieved again?" Murong Cheng lightly laughs, "Why do you love to say angry words like this, little petulant bag, huh?"
Mu Zi huffed and turned her face away, ignoring him.
But Murong Cheng always have a way to deal with her, he pinched her jaw, bent his head to contain her lips, ignoring Mu Zi's struggles, thoroughly savored it.
Mu Zi broke away from him, gasped sharply and looked angrily at Murong Cheng, her eyes full of indignation.
Murong Cheng laughed: "There is the flavor of red beans ... Is the Jiang family so poor that they take red beans to entertain you?" He took advantage and had to flirt with Mu Zi for a few moments.
Mu Zi sneered back, "Home cooked meals, you are certainly not used to eating mountain delicacies every day, eat more for fear of indigestion!"
The last three words were said by her with gritted teeth.
"No matter how much food there is outside, it's not as delicious as Zi Zi." Murong Cheng came up to kiss her again.
A crying sound came from the car, "Murong Cheng, you're just going to bully me!"
"Nonsense, how can I give up ..."
...
Mu Zi didn't cry for too long this time, she was already used to being kissed by Murong Cheng, so used to it that she was numb ...
Although there was still anger, but more than that, it was hopeless frustration.
Murong Cheng was simply deadlocked on her.
Can't scold, can't fight, and can't escape, the only thing Mu Zi can do is to ignore him with a cold face, ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore!
The night is deep, the car window outside the night scene deep and monotonous.
Mu Zi gradually confused, sleepy.
She dozed off in the car and slowly fell asleep ...
Murong Cheng let her pillow at his arm, adjusted his posture and gently embraced her.
He liked Mu Zi when she was asleep, innocent and ignorant, unguarded, never refusing his intimacy.
The glistening white skin was delicate and soft, the thick black eyelashes fluttered gently, she was slightly furrowing her brows in her sleep, a delicate and aggrieved look, it was endearing.
Murong Cheng stretched out his fingers, gently scraping her soft and tender face, eliciting a vague mumble from the girl, "Murong Cheng, stop it."
He laughed lowly, his heart warming.
The driver who drove the car seemed to understand his master's mind, the car's speed gradually slowed down, driving slowly on a deserted road-