Chapter 860: International express

Are you thin?
Mu Zi subconsciously raised her hand and stroked her cheek. Since receiving the news of Huo Rong's death, she has been in a horrible life for more than a month. Only those days when investigating the case with Chen Nanfeng were clear.
Without any appetite every day, I took ginseng bird's nest to make up for myself, knowing that I could not collapse, even if the nosebleed was made up, I had to live and wait for him to come back.
"You look thinner and look good in clothes." Mu Zi took Bai Wei's arm and said with a smile, "And knowing that I will gain weight after I come back to eat the food that Mom made, I deliberately lose a few catties first, and move the place in advance."
Bai Wei was sad and helpless again, "You kid!"
Mu Zi smiled and asked, "Have you done that? Braised pork feet with soy beans, I really want to eat it!"
"Done!" Bai Wei was amused by her daughter's greedy expression, "there are also pan-fried Argentine red shrimp and sweet and sour lotus root box."
"Mom, you are so kind!" Mu Zi acted like a baby.
When approaching the house, remembering the entourage behind him, Mu Zi said to Bai Wei: "Mom, the Situ family has given me some people. I want to make arrangements. You go in first."
Bai Wei glanced at the mighty team behind Mu Zi, nodded, and obediently entered the room.
Mu Zi's manager, called Shen Cong, was a man in his thirties. He was of medium size and had no smile on his face, but he looked very calm and reliable.
Mu Zi handed him a card and confessed: "It is enough to leave eight people here. For the rest, you can take them to Qingjiang Pier No. 10. I have a yacht there. You should go there to settle down first. Now the yacht is empty. It’s okay to live for forty or fifty people. Hire a crew and driver as soon as possible. I’m going to the lower reaches of Qingjiang the day after tomorrow at the latest. The money in the card is for you to spend, and by the way, buy a few more cars Travel."
Guan Shi said, "Miss, Mr. President paid the fee before we came."
Raising so many people requires high expenses, and it is impossible for Situ Yan to leave them to Mu Zi and leave them alone.
Mu Zi was silent for a moment, still handing the card to Shen Cong, and whispered: "Then use the money to buy some clothes. It is my heart. Qingjiang is more humid than Jingling. Remember to buy some regular medicine."
"Thank you, miss." The steward immediately arranged.
Mu Zi felt that Situ Yan had picked her up very well, but she didn't talk much, and she was very stable.
The steward left eight people, six guarding the outside of the small western-style building, two guarding in the house, and taking away all the rest.
From time to time, Bai Wei turned her head and looked at her. Seeing these people with guns on their waists, she couldn't help but frightened and said to Mu Zi, "Is it a big risk to be the president's daughter?"
Mu Zi smiled and calmed Bai Wei: "Mom, this is called pomp, pomp!"
In fact, she is not defending against parties that are hostile to the president. The person she defends is Huo Zheng.
It has been over a month since the incident happened. Has Huo Zheng accepted Huo Rong's death? Is he still searching for Huo Rong's body? Does he regret what he did?
Mu Zi ate the food, thinking about it.
"Almost forgot, drink this." Bai Wei suddenly remembered something, walked to the side, took out a can of juice from the carton and put it on the table, "Your brother sent it back from abroad. It said it was a specialty of Brazil. Guarana’s wild berry drink."
Patter.
The chopsticks in Mu Zi's hand fell to the ground.
Seeing her astonishment, Bai Wei said, "You are also shocked? When he comes back, I have to say he must have a good meal! He ran abroad without saying a word, not even making a phone call. This is not intended to make people anxious. Are you all such a big person, and you still don’t care about things, alas..."
Mu Zi bent over and picked up the chopsticks in silence.
Bai Wei took the chopsticks from her hand, turned around and went to the kitchen: "I'll change you a pair."
Mu Zi was silent. After a while, she got up and walked to the carton, with half of the international express paper sign stuck on it, and the sender was Murong Cheng.
... Murong Cheng, are you abroad?