As soon as Mu Zi got angry, she didn't want to see this face of Murong Cheng.
She decisively hung up the video call.
Her heart was also filled with grief and anger, Murong Cheng could always turn her from an elegant and gentle lady into a hysterical shrew in minutes.
Looking around her room again, Mu Zi was deeply convinced that she couldn't live there anymore, sharply packed up her things, picked up her school bag and went to Murong Cheng's room.
She must have been blinded by anger before, so she didn't realize that the only place in the entire small house that didn't have surveillance installed was, I'm afraid, only Murong Cheng's own room!
Bai Wei carries the prepared tea and snacks upstairs, seeing her daughter moving things back and forth, she can't help but smile, "Why are you changing rooms again?"
Mu Zi gave a muffled "hmm".
Bai Wei also did not ask more questions, just think that the daughter playful, smilingly put down the hand of the dinner plate, to help her daughter switch the two rooms of bedding pillows and daily necessities.
After all was cleaned up, Mu Zi found an unread message on her cell phone.
Opening it, it was from Murong Cheng. This person is always talking without a serious, but send text message is simple and concise, without a trace of frivolity.
There were only five words in the message: reassured, resolved.
Mu Zi tilted her head in thought, curious, what method did Murong Cheng use to solve it?
Look at the sending time of the text message, from the time she told Murong Cheng but five or six minutes, he is really efficient ...
...
At this time, Mu Zenin, holding the cell phone, scratching fingers slightly trembling, the back of the hand has veins rippling.
On the screen of the cell phone, a photo is unbearable, Mu Zenin continuously turned over five or six, and no longer have the courage to look down, all deleted!
He had a few controls, did not hold back, a fist ruthlessly smashed on the fiberglass desktop in front of him, making a thumping sound!
The photos were sent by Murong Cheng, it was impossible to suddenly send these for no reason, what Murong Cheng wanted to do, Mu Zenin could almost guess.
He gave Murong Cheng a call.
When the phone was connected, Murong Cheng seemed to have already expected it, and asked in a ghostly tone, "Did you receive the photos?"
"Where did the photos come from? How many more do you have on hand!" Mu Zenin's voice was low, as if words were bursting out from between his teeth.
"As many as you want." On the other end of the phone, Murong Cheng seemed to let out a light laugh, "But why do you want so many? The rippling photos of your own mom, how much it hurts your eyes."
"Mu, Rong, Cheng!" Mu Zenin was enraged, her eyes scarlet, "Don't go too far!"
"Whether I go too far or not depends on your attitude, third brother." Murong Cheng's tone was light and careless, "Don't go back to Zi Zi, unless you want these photos to be on the next day's news headlines."
Mu Zenin was furious, "Have you ever considered the consequences? You will destroy her!"
"I can't even wait to love her, how could I ruin her?" Murong Cheng put away a few moments of levity and said in a cold voice, "Third brother should still think less about these things, I dislike it when someone misses my woman."
Mu Zenin was so angry that he could barely speak, Murong Cheng actually implied that he coveted Mu Zi!
How could that be?
He wasn't that shameless to think that kind of thoughts about his own sister! Not to mention that Mu Zi was just a young girl of sixteen or seventeen!
"Don't think everyone is like you!" Mu Zenin roared angrily.
Mu Rong Cheng was not angry at all and said lightly, "Really, that would be best."
Then hung up the phone.
Mu Zenin looked at the cell phone that ended the call, the whole person leaned back disheveledly, his heart filled with a sense of powerlessness.
He didn't expect that Murong Cheng actually had those photos ...
Mu Zenin's mother, is the second wife of the old master Mu, she died in a car accident, there was also a young male model in the car at that time, many people speculated that Mrs. Mu was outside to keep a little white boy, and in the end, it was he and his big brother who tried to find a way to suppress this matter.
After so many years, no one mentioned it again, who knew that Murong Cheng even still kept those photos.
"Damn." Mu Zenin cursed.
At this time, the cell phone rang abruptly.