Murong Cheng drove her out.
Mu Zi was too lazy to ask where the destination was, and started napping after getting in the car.
After the car drove on the main road, the trees on both sides of the green belt were covered with bright and gorgeous colored lights, there was Christmas music floating vaguely in the streets and alleys, occasionally encountering a red light, a pair of couples from the crosswalk in front of them snuggled through, Murong Cheng suddenly felt at ease.
In such a holiday, driving in the colorful lights on the road, the car carries his beloved woman, everything is so appropriate benefit.
Murong Cheng's heart seems to have touched, subconsciously hold Mu Zi's hand, put it on his lips and gently kissed it.
Mu Zi's hand is very soft, soft and boneless, like a piece of tender tofu like delicate and soft, Murong Cheng only kissed a little, there is a kind of want to go along with this hand will be eaten her whole impulse.
He kissed and kissed again, causing Mu Zi to be overwhelmed even in her sleep, muttering something and pulling her hand back.
Murong Cheng looked at her childish sleeping face and couldn't help but lose his smile.
The car passed through the downtown area, entered the airport highway, and finally arrived at the airport.
Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng to board his private airplane, and after a two and a half hour flight, arrived at Beibin City, a thousand miles away.
Beibin city has the reputation of the capital of ice and snow, Qingjiang city that the shadow of the fine snowflakes, and compared to here, is like a hairy rain like not worth mentioning.
Mu Zi looked at the silver-decorated metropolis in front of her, couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and thought: Murong Cheng is really getting crazy ...
Murong Cheng took her to the big square in the center of Beibin City.
Here is a noisy, bright street lamps shine on the thick snow, snow white crystal, dazzling to the extreme.
Ice bricks built a labyrinth, the center of the square turned into a skating rink, all kinds of shapes of snowmen ice sculptures stand around, hung with colored lights and decorative balls.
Countless young men and women gathered here as they partied wildly and laughed loudly.
"Murong Cheng ..." Mu Zi didn't know what to comment anymore, "Today is the anniversary of the death, are you sure you want to do this ... "
In her tone, the blame was minimal, but the surprise was total.
"After zero hour, it's no longer a jubilee day now." Murong Cheng held her hand, his voice overflowing with gentleness, "Zi Zi, no one knows me here, and no one knows you, you don't need to be afraid."
Neither needing to worry about assassinations, nor needing to be concerned about the name of brother and sister, they could let go and have fun.
Murong Cheng even helped her prepare for the snow, an extra long down coat that can be wrapped from head to toe, plus a hat and gloves and scarf.
After Mu Zi put it on, she felt like a big fluffy and fat bun ...
She wanted to say, even if there are people here who know them, it doesn't matter, dressed like this, whoever can still recognize her face, it is also considered a skill!
Murong Cheng pulled her to the labyrinth, Mu Zi refused, afraid of being trapped inside and not being able to get out, freezing inside for nothing.
Murong Cheng pulled her to go skating, Mu Zi still refused, dressed like this, she even walking is difficult.
She disgustedly pushed him, "You go skate yourself, don't mess with me."
Then she found a stone pier on the outskirts of the skating area and sat down, half of her face hidden behind her scarf, her hands tucked into her sleeves, she warmed up and watched the people in the skating rink laughing or falling down.
Surrounded by the sound of laughter, infected her mood, Mu Zi's mood will also be good, watching for a while, unconsciously curved eyebrows.
Not far away, a girl skating accidentally fell, her boyfriend reached out to help her, the result of the two fell to the ice-covered ground.
Mu Zi thought to herself: it must hurt, right?
Thinking like this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, a little happy.
Only ... where did Murong Cheng go?