Chapter 862: erase

Should have left here long ago.
At first, it was Bai Wei's nostalgia for Mu House, and then Murongxuan's death. Now Murong Cheng's whereabouts are unknown.
Going around, she seemed to have an inextricable bond with this place, and she couldn't separate it. Even the cardboard boxes that Bai Wei had packed had been piled up in the living room for an unknown period of time, but the move was too late to make it to the agenda.
There is no news from Xianghai City. She can't move there rashly. Maybe she should find a place to live somewhere else first.
In the afternoon, when Mu Zi's manager, Shen Cong, came back, Mu Zi discussed buying a house with him.
She herself is of secondary importance. Anyway, she will go to Jingling to study in half a year, mainly Bai Wei. She wants to give Bai Wei a stable place to live.
Considering two pets, one likes trees and the other likes water, a suitable house may not be found immediately.
"Houses with artificial lakes in the garden are rare. If they can accept the swimming pool, it will be much easier to find." Shen Guanshi suggested.
Mu Zi thought for a while, and felt that it is really difficult to ask for a lake, nodded and said, "Swimming pool is fine."
The steward said again: "The crew and the captain have all been found. When do you want to sail, please give instructions at any time."
Mu Zi was surprised.
It's only been a few hours, has everything been done? !
"Don't think I'm sloppy." Guanshi Shen explained, "It's most taboo to hire someone to slaughter, otherwise it will be easy for people to take advantage of the loopholes and put the eyeliner in. The best way is to act decisively and not give the other party time. , Is the cleanest, even if the ability is insufficient, expelling is better than being suspicious every day."
If you post recruitment information and choose it eagerly, there may be people with bad intentions who pretend to be crew members. For example, some reporters who want to dig news clues often undercover such service-type roles.
Shen Cong was a person picked out by Situ Yan from the family, he was extremely vigilant and comprehensive.
Mu Zi couldn't help but admire, and said: "You do it well."
At the same time, I was grateful to Situ Yan and found myself a good helper.
After two days, Mu Zi had a general understanding of the current situation: Huo Rong’s forces in Qingjiang were basically taken over by Huo Zheng, and the person in charge of Walker Casino became a grandchild of the Huo family, Huo Rong. Other assets in Qingjiang were also swallowed up, and even the company that was previously given to Mu Zi became the assets of the Huo family.
Huo Zheng took a lot of effort to erase the mark of Huo Rong, bit by bit.
Mu Zi was worried about the villa on the mountain.
There are precious memories of her and Murong Cheng in that place, which has a different meaning to her.
She deliberately asked the steward to investigate, and the result was gratifying. Huo Zheng didn't seem to know the existence of the villa and didn't make a move.
Maybe this is a bait left by Huo Zheng.
No matter what, it was not destroyed, and Mu Zi was still happy.
She was excited to take a trip to the mountain to see if the villa was in good condition. When she went out, she met Mu Zening on the road.
"Mu Zi." He suddenly stopped her, "I have something to tell you."
Mu Zi frowned, stopped, and looked at Mu Zening with some vigilance.
She was really in no mood to argue with him.
"I didn't mean to drive you away when I said those last time." Mu Zening's eyes were as cold as ever, and his tone was hard. "Huo Zheng has suffered a lot this time and has nowhere to vent. You move this time. I went out and hit the muzzle. Something happened, don’t blame me for not reminding you.

His hatred for Mu Zi was mixed with love, and there was still nostalgia in his coldness. Mu Zi himself seemed to know this. He pondered for a moment and said: "I will definitely move out, you know, I would rather face Huo Zheng. I don't want to face you."
Mu Zening's face was pale for a moment.
"Follow you!" He turned and left, with a gloomy haze over his brows.