Chapter 463: Brought gifts

Mu Zi stood in front of the mirror, thinking of Murong Cheng's sweet words, tears clouded his eyes and rolled down unknowingly.
Fall in love with a man who has a marriage contract.
It's absolutely impossible to accept her as she was before, even if the marriage contract is fake and temporary.
But now, she compromised, gave in, and did what she used to think was immoral.
"In order to stabilize the position of the Patriarch, he can be engaged to someone else. In the future...will he go to marry someone else for the same reason?" Mu Zi asked herself.
Her heart was messed up, and she couldn't see a way to survive this feeling. She didn't know whether she had no confidence in Murong Cheng or herself.
The sound of the water continued, and the hot water in the basin overflowed and wet the marble countertops.
Mu Zi returned to his senses and quickly turned off the faucet.
She wiped away the tears in front of the mirror, and took the basin again.
Murong Cheng was a little unhappy: "Why have you been there for so long?"
Mu Zi choked him coldly: "I think I'm slow in doing things, you let Wang Zhan come."
Murong Cheng smiled again: "What do you tell him to do? If you are not by my side for a minute, I am not at ease in my heart. After wiping, I will put the basin on the side. Someone will clean it up."
Mu Zi felt that he was moody and insane.
She wet the towel and wiped his face little by little, eyebrows, sideburns, and ears, very carefully.
Murong Cheng enjoyed it very much, and said with a smile: "I have become bolder and dare to talk back. Is it because I am injured and feel that I can't deal with you?"
Mu Zi pretended not to hear, and she was not afraid. Anyway, Murong Cheng's so-called tidying up was actually playing a rogue.
She is numb.
Mu Zi wiped Murongcheng's body and face twice, her arm was a little sore, and she pressed the scar on Murongcheng's face again, and asked, "Why can't this scar be washed off?"
Murong Cheng held her hand, "That can't be washed off."
Mu Zi's expression was slightly stagnant, and then he felt a little suffocated...
Turns out... Both faces are fake. She thought that the real Murong Cheng had also put on makeup, concealing the hideous scars on her face.
"Tired?" Murong Cheng took off the towel from her hand and massaged her fingers with moderate intensity.
Mu Zi looked at the scar on his face and asked softly: "When did it hurt?"
"It's been several years." Murong Cheng said casually and lightly, "At that time, Huo Zheng and I were in Xianghai City, young and energetic, dare to think about anything, dare to do anything, others used knives to scare our casino guests, no Let us do business, we will throw bombs at other people's places, and then the enemy came to the door, and the wounds fell at that time."
After he finished speaking, he smiled softly and pulled Mu Zi into his arms, and said, "Where can there be any scars on a man? This is called the mark of growth."
Mu Zi looked at him disgustingly: "I think it should be your brand of violation of law and discipline."
She suddenly felt that the two drops of tears she just shed in front of the mirror were hypocritical and unreasonable. How could she cry for this kind of man?
Her eyes must be blurred by eye feces.
Well, it must be.
"Purple." Murong Cheng called her softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Mu Zi returned to his senses, shook his head, frowned, and said, "You are so annoying, you have to worry about what's in my mind? Go to sleep, just finished the operation."
She felt that Murong Cheng didn't cherish herself especially.
With regard to the old wounds on his body, Bai Wei will surely cry so much when he sees it.
Murong Cheng smiled and said, "I brought you a gift. Go and get it in my jacket pocket."
Mu Zi curled his lips, found his coat on a chair beside him, and took it out. Without touching anything, he switched to the other side.
As soon as she reached in, Mu Zi couldn't help frowning, she took out her hand full of blood...