Murong Cheng was silent for a while and found Kun Lun Hong from his clothes pocket, gently placing it in Mu Zi's tender white hand.
Mu Zi had long seen this cell phone chain of his.
Appearance similar to some kind of crystal decorations, one end wrapped with a red rope, made into a cell phone chain appearance, nothing unusual.
But nowadays, the style of the phone is changing rapidly, there has been no place to tie a cell phone chain, not to mention, Murong Cheng a big man, cell phone on the drop a pendant, slightly a little bit of sissy.
This kunlunhong he has been carrying around, and not mounted on the phone.
Mu Zi held the Kun Lun Hong down the bed, pulled open the drawer and rummaged through it, found scissors and red rope, disassembled the Kun Lun Hong crystal on the cell phone chain, and then used a new red rope, tied a flower knot, and embedded the crystal in it.
Murong Cheng seemed to see what she wanted to do, his eyes contained a gentle smile, "You're going to braid a hand rope for me?"
Mu Zi lest he is not as good as she wants, she alertly stays eight feet away from him, "A hand rope is also a gift! The one I made with my own hands is more thoughtful, you don't know what you're getting!"
Murong Cheng didn't know she could braid hand ropes, smiled and said, "Good, it can be counted as a gift."
Mu Zi was relieved.
Braiding hand ropes was taught by her grandmother, Mu Zi was very good at it when she was young, and now that so many years have passed, many of the braiding methods have been forgotten, and for a moment, her hands were a little rusty.
She knitted her brows, thinking and winding at the same time, her expression was unusually focused.
Murong Cheng saw her serious appearance, heart slightly warm, but then thought of another thing ...
"Have you ever braided a hand rope for someone else?" For no apparent reason, the man's voice penetrated with coldness.
Mu Zi lowered her head, and replied without any good humor, "Do you think anyone is as nervous as you? Asking for gifts in the middle of the night!"
Murong Cheng was scolded, but his thin lips curled up in pleasure.
She hadn't braided it for Mu Zenin.
So this hand rope, is unique.
...
The room was silent.
Mu Zi slowly retrieved her memory, and the movements in her hand gradually became skillful.
When she was braiding, her heart was quite unfavorable.
Now in the hands of this method of braiding, using three red rope, if braided into a lover's knot, signifies three lifetimes, three lifetimes.
And Murong Cheng three lifetimes?
... Thinking about it is bad luck, this half life in front of her is enough for her to suffer.
Mu Zi braided the hand rope, wanting Murong Cheng to try the length, looked up, but found that the person on the bed did not move.
She was stunned.
Murong Cheng had actually fallen asleep on the bed.
The bedside lamp put out light orange light, warm and lingering, and some drunken warmth.
Murong Cheng's face, deep and thin under the shadow of the lamp, showed fatigue, like he hadn't slept for days.
Mu Zi gently approached and put the braided red hand rope on his left wrist.
Sparingly, he didn't wake up.
Murong Cheng used to be very alert, even when he was sleeping, he remained vigilant, this time maybe he was really exhausted ...
Mu Zi quietly scrutinized him.
His sleeping face was rare and gentle, neither fury nor viciousness, only gentleness and handsomeness remained.
Murong Cheng, is really a very handsome man, there is always endless splendor between his brows. Whenever Mu Zi looked at this face, the chest cavity like something randomly hit the heart, the heart and mind followed the messy, as if even this man did spots of evil deeds, can also be more tolerant.
... But, when she saw Murong Cheng before, why didn t she ever have this feeling?
About because, at that time, she did not have him in her eyes. She was too involved in her work and neglected too many people around her, too many things ...
Thinking about it this way, she would have a different feeling towards Murong Cheng, in the final analysis, it was still because of his strong and wanton meddling in her life, making her have to pay attention to this man.
This bit of heartbeat, actually sprouted because of bullying? Mu Zi frowned, a little uncomfortable.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a good deal of money, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a good deal of money, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a good deal of money.