Du Hao took away the godmother's little granddaughter, which made Mu Zi really relieved.
When Du Hao was about to leave, she wanted to see him off, but Murong Cheng didn't let her, and sent Du Hao out himself.
Mu Zi thought, Du Hao was originally a guest invited by Murong Cheng, so it was reasonable to let him send him off, if she insisted on sending him off, Du Hao might be embarrassed instead, so she didn't insist anymore.
Murong Cheng and Du Hao walked all the way away, seeing no one else around, before asking him, "Where did this ghost come from? Is there any hidden danger?"
He frowned slightly, his eyes cold, without an ounce of pity for the ghost that scared his heart's treasure.
"If there's a problem, get rid of it." Murong Cheng said indifferently.
Du Hao said, "There's no big problem, it was attracted by the three-eyed raven, things of Yin spirits tend to attract each other. In my opinion, this soul should be raised by someone, at least for more than ten years, some climate, directly deal with it for fear of violating benevolence, just return it."
Murong Cheng heard this but frowned deeply, "Raised for more than ten years, and this is what this ghost looks like?"
Du Hao knew Murong Cheng misunderstood, hurriedly smiled and explained, "There are thousands of ways to raise a soul, but it is the difference between poor and rich, Master Rong don't worry, there are three-eyed crows in the side of Ms. Mu, at most three to five years ... will be able to raise."
"Three or five years ...," Murong Cheng slowly chewed these words, also do not know whether it is too short or too long.
...
Sending Du Hao away, Murong Cheng returned to the small foreign building.
Mu Zi is helping Bai Wei peel peanuts in the dining room, she saw Murong Cheng come in, immediately holding a bowl to come over, "Mr. Du left?"
"Uh-huh." Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows at her, "What, there are still ghosts that need to find him to catch?"
"What to say about catching ghosts ah, hard to hear, I that is to ask him to help send home ...," Mu Zi muttered unhappily, and couldn't help but inquire with him, "What does Mr. Du do? I don't see him like a mage, but like a businessman, knowing so much, really good."
"Well, good eyes, pretty accurate reading." Murong Cheng nodded slightly and reached out to grab a few peanuts from Mu Zi's bowl, "It's true that he's not considered a proper mage, he's the mage's boss."
"Really powerful, so powerful ...," Mu Zi saw this kind of metaphysical person for the first time, surprised and full of admiration.
Murong Cheng chewing peanuts, chewing, chewing out a sour flavor, he frowned, his index finger flicked, the peanuts in his hand hit Mu Zi right in the forehead -
Thud.
"Ah ... it hurts!" Mu Zi covered her head.
"It hurts just right." Murong Cheng lectures her, "Brother helped you so many times, don't see you praise a word, invite a mage over and keep chanting about powerful, heartless little thing."
Mu Zi was furious, rubbing her forehead and huffing, she went to the kitchen.
But a moment later, from the kitchen came the voice of Mu Zi's complaint-
"Mom! Brother hit me again!"
"... Ah? What's going on? Here how all red ah!"
Bai Wei came out in a hurry, first let Mu Zi go upstairs, turned his head to do ideological work with his son: "How many times have I told you, do not provoke your sister, she is still so small, how do you go back to bullying her? The forehead was red! Is that a place to hit? She studies hard every day, and she has to go to college, so how can you hit her head? ..."
A loving mother's chatter is soft and abrasive, like a stone mill grinding a little bit, turning countless circles is always the few monotonous notes, and finally summarized is nothing more than three points: one, boys should give way to the girl; two, the older should give way to the younger; three, the older brother should give way to the younger sister.
Murong Cheng absentmindedly listening to the broken thoughts, chewing peanuts in his mouth, thinking: this immovable shouting mom's fault, have to be properly treated ...
A quiet night, the only sound outside the window is the occasional sweeping wind.
Mu Zi took a shower and came out of the bathroom, rubbing her hair while thinking about the case over in Peach Water Village.
She walked with her head down, and as soon as she raised her eyes when she entered the door, she saw Murong Cheng lying on the bed, holding her cell phone and flipping through it.
Mu Zi: "..."
There was a fire in her heart.
Although it had happened too many times, she really couldn't get used to Murong Cheng's problem of rummaging through her things.
That was her cell phone, which held her messages, her photos, her notepad, her her her her! All of it was her stuff! Even if it wasn't confidential, she didn't want to be looked through by just anyone.
... It's useless to be angry, she can't snatch it back anyway.
Mu Zi sank down and sat on a chair to wipe her hair, grunting and not speaking.
Murong Cheng is looking through her photo album, which is the photos taken in the past two days in the Peach Water Village. Mu Zi didn't have the habit of taking selfies, most of the photos were of the scenery, there were also a few group photos of Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan.
"Had quite a good time." Murong Cheng said, with a bit of laughter in his eyes and a bit of yearning.
The last time he brought Mu Zi to play in the snow in Beibin City, he didn't take a few pictures, and it was a bit of a shame for him to think about it now.
There are quite a few photos from the mountain villa side, but a fake is a fake after all, and fake photos can't evoke memories.
Mu Zi finished rubbing her hair, sitting on the chair with nothing to do, wanting to rest on the bed, but also concerned about Murong Cheng.
"How much longer are you going to watch? I'm going to sleep." Mu Zi urged him to go.
Murong Cheng hooks his hand towards her, "Come over."
Mu Zi doesn't go over and doesn't look at him, "... You go back to your own room ah."
Murong Cheng saw that he couldn't call her, got up and directly pulled Mu Zi over, rolled over and pressed her.
Mu Zi was forced to lie under him, in a hurry, she wanted to shout, but Murong Cheng shoved his finger into her mouth!
"Want to shout mom again?" Murong Cheng hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled evilly, "As long as you dare to shout, believe it or not I will strip your clothes now?"
"Bah!" Mu Zi's anger knotted, spitting out his fingers, gritting her teeth and looking angrily, "Besides forcing me and threatening me, what else do you know how to do?"
Murong Cheng was indifferent, "If I don't threaten you, will you come over?"
"Won't!" Mu Zi scolded him, "You don't have good intentions, of course I won't come over! I'm not stupid!"
Murong Cheng kissed her lips and laughed, "Still saying you're not stupid, I love you, I love you, how does that make me unsettled? Little fool."
Mu Zi was pressed by him and had nowhere to escape, so she stretched out her two hands to vigorously pinch his face and said in a vicious voice, "Murong Cheng, your cheek is the first thickest in the world ..."
Murong Cheng laughed, smiling with an evil clump.
He kissed Mu Zi's little face, picked her up, cradled her in his arms, and said, "Let me show you something."
Mu Zi ignored him.
Murong Cheng then picks up his cell phone, opens it up and flips through the photos to show Mu Zi: "Prepare for the New Year's island has been selected, there are signal towers and wind generators, except for fresh water that needs to be transported on a regular basis, there is no problem with the basic life, look at what else you need to prepare for, I'll have all of them transported to the island before New Year's Eve."
Although Mu Zi hates that he always forces himself, but she is also curious about the upcoming island life, she can't help but flip through them one by one, seeing the photos of the island's tropical rainforests and winding white sandy beaches, the turquoise sea and blue sky is so beautiful that it's just like a ps.
"It's so beautiful ..." she said.
The photos must have been taken from a helicopter overhead, and one of them captured the house they were going to live in, with pointed roofs and snow-white walls, the complex sitting on a flat green field like a few large mushrooms leaning on each other.
"And there's a swing." Mu Zi couldn't help but say.
She liked the fact that there were swings outside the house, in fact, she might not be able to sit on them a few times, and they were not of much practical use, but if there were swings, she inexplicably felt in a good mood, and there were a few moments of childish fun, which was probably a kind of complex.
"Like?" Murong Cheng gently bites her earlobe, "I like it too, I want to take you here in the future!"