Han Qi's father runs a securities company and is also a rich young master, not bad.
Mu Zi wanted to refuse, but the class was up in arms, and finally, somehow, it turned into a collective activity for the whole class.
Everyone was laughing and discussing, saying that when the mock exams were over, they would slaughter Han Qi.
The high school curriculum is intense, and now that the end of the school year is approaching, the students are dealing with various exams one after another, so they say that they are going out to eat, but in fact, they are meeting each other to go out to relax and unwind.
Mu Zi could understand, and at that moment, it was not a good idea to spoil the fun, agreeing to go with everyone.
...
The entire afternoon class, Mu Zi was distracted and in a trance.
After returning home from school, she walked to the door of her room and realized that she had been living in Murong Cheng's room.
... It was time to move back.
She should go back to where she should stay.
Mu Zi packed up her things, clothes bedding pillows, and carried them back to her room one by one.
Bai Wei passed by and saw, "eek" a sound, asked, "To change back to the room?"
"Well, it's still more comfortable to stay in the original room." The smile on Mu Zi's face was faint, so faint that it could be ignored.
After moving all her belongings back, Mu Zi sat quietly by the bed, her mind settling.
Many things she didn't think about before and didn't feel anything, but now that she thought back, she realized the many clues.
She had witnessed twice Murong Cheng talking on the phone in French.
Although she could not determine the content of the call, the French pronunciation inherently carries a lingering tenderness, like murmured love words.
This fiancée didn't come out of nowhere, but he had always had one.
When he pressed her on the bed, he was already another woman s fiance ...
How ironic ...
She spurned Qiao Jingjia for interfering in her marriage, while she herself had invariably become the same person-
A self-sacrificing, unseen ... mistress, woman.
Mu Zi again remembered that Murong Cheng had gone to learn to cook for himself, and he had learned to cook with style and flavor, but ... why was it French food? Because of his fiancée, is he more familiar with French cuisine?
And the last photo shoot, shot the campus, and photographed the couple's clothes, and even after the wedding love scenes have been photographed, why did not shoot the wedding dress?
... Is he not even thinking of marrying her?
Just like that villa house, hidden in the deserted mountains and wilderness, as if their relationship ... is sneaky and unseen.
What the hell is she? Is she a contraption that is being wrapped up?
Can not think anymore ...
The more you think about it, the more it hurts.
Mu Zi closed her eyes, she was trembling.
Shame spread from the bottom of her heart, drowning her whole person, bringing drowning-like suffocating pain.
Wronged, angry, remorseful, chagrined ... She was crushed and tortured by all the negative emotions, and she felt dirty!
Murong Cheng had a fiancée, he would get married in the future, he would have children, he would become someone else's husband and father, she couldn't allow herself to fall into such an embarrassing situation, she must get rid of this man!
Get rid of him!
Can't stand it for a second!
Mu Zi opened her cell phone, once again looking through those sweet photos, now how to look how to penetrate a sympathetic hypocrisy.
Want to delete, but also feel that there is no need, this cell phone was originally given to her by Murong Cheng.
Mu Zi put the cell phone gently on the table, the key to the mid-level villa was also taken out, as well as Murong Cheng gave her a pistol. She didn't want any of his things.
When she turned to leave, her pace paused, and she raised her hand to unclasp the necklace around her neck and put it together with all the things.
Mu Zi left the room.
The moment she closed the door of the room, she heard the clicking sound of the door lock gears biting together, and felt that her heart also seemed to have a door that clicked ... closed.