Chapter 134: You are the ghost (recommended for more than 1,000 tickets)

Murong Cheng helped Bai Wei hang up the photo.
When Bai Wei was not paying attention, he approached Mu Zi and bit his ear: "Next time I will take you home to take pictures."
Mu Zi's face changed slightly.
He was thinking about abducting her home!
Mu Zi didn't know where Murong Cheng's lair was and was not interested, but when he mentioned it several times, Mu Zi always had a very bad premonition.
As if once I went to that place, I would never come back.
Murong Cheng pondered his tone: "Wait a few more days, and tomorrow I will take you to the company to get familiar with it."
Mu Zi breathed a sigh of relief.
It's always better to go to the company, the old nest of Murong Cheng.
After Murong Cheng finished hanging up the photos, he was hurriedly called away by a phone call. In the past, when I was a prodigal, I said that I would go gambling and drinking every time I went out. Now it's convenient. Every time I go out, I say something is wrong with the company.
When something happened to the company, Bai Wei blocked all the nagging.
Mu Zi remembered that when he called today, he was noisy. He vaguely heard a few words, such as "Parrot Bay" and "A few points of interest", but he didn't understand.
But Mu Zi was still grateful that he could rush back.
just……
It’s just this little gratitude that makes her feel uncomfortable and awkward...
As if... I was brainwashed by evil forces? No, no, she is a good young man with three views of integrity, how can she throw away the bright and dark!
Mu Zi secretly told herself: Take care of your own heart, don't be fooled by him, that pervert is just playing with you!
...
At night, there was no harassment, and Mu Zi had a good night's sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she fed the birds as usual, put the birds into the messenger cloth bag, and went downstairs to have breakfast refreshed.
Bai Wei said, "I think you bought a bird stand for the phoenix tree branches. The phoenix trees are good. In ancient times, the phoenix was not inhabited by phoenix trees."
Mu Zi couldn't help but laugh, anyway, no matter what kind of bird rack she bought, Bai Wei would praise her.
Bai Wei asked again: "Did you give the little bird a name? Why not just call it Xiaofeng?"
Little Phoenix? ...A crow called Phoenix?
Mu Zi felt that she could not say, "No, I will raise it for this month. Let it go when it can fly. There is no need to name it."
With a pity look on Bai Wei's face, after thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Well, you are doing the right thing. It is better to let the wild birds fly like this."
There is nothing better than freedom.
After breakfast, Murong Cheng called and said to wait for her outside.
Mu Zi asked Bai Wei if she wanted to go.
Unfortunately, because Mu's family is about to host a banquet, Aunt Li from the large kitchen asked Bai Wei how to cook some dishes. Bai Wei agreed to teach Aunt Li to cook today.
So Mu Zi went alone, with a little crow in his bag.
She was very happy to be able to own a company of her own, but she got into Murong Cheng's car, and some bad memories could not help but flooded in.
"Is it safe?" Mu Zi touched the car window subconsciously.
Will you encounter another assassination?
"Or... tell me the address and I'll take a taxi myself." Mu Zi said tentatively.
Murong Cheng smiled.
Mu Zi tilted his head and asked him: "There are always people who want your life, aren't you afraid?"
"Zi Zi, no one can kill me." Murong Cheng was arrogant.
Mu Zi curled his lips, "Why can't you kill? You are not a ghost."
Murong Cheng couldn't help laughing, and laughed heartily: "I am definitely not a ghost, but my Zizi is a truly stunning female ghost, how else would I be fascinated by me!"
Mu Zi was guilty and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, and angrily said: "You are the ghost! You are the slutty ghost!"
Murong Cheng didn't answer, and couldn't stop laughing with his arms around her.
Mu Zi became more embarrassed.
Wang Zhan turned his face in front of him, and said diligently, "Miss Mu, there is something called luck. Our father's luck is beyond ordinary people. The monks have passed the fate, the princely respect, the heroic power, think If you want to hurt our lord, you only have to die."
Murong Cheng kicked the back of his seat, and Wang Zhan withdrew his head quickly, not daring to disturb.
But Mu Zi was speechless, Murong Cheng still believed this?