Chapter 892: Can't tell

Mu Zi didn't know how to say it, but Bai Wei comforted her: "Little girl, don't worry, you will find your mother. Maybe I look a little like her, but I really am not your mother."
Bai Wei regarded Mu Zi as a pitiful person who was so eager and unconscious, and even took out his marriage certificate with Mu Zichuan to prove that Mu Zi had indeed admitted the wrong person.
Bai Wei's age on the marriage certificate was ten years younger than her actual age.
No one would be suspicious. After all, Bai Wei was well maintained and looked young and beautiful, but no one would believe that she was forty-five years old.
Mu Zi looked at the composite photos that were obviously PS on the red book, and she felt that her expression at the moment should be dull.
Mu Zichuan is too shameless.
It's shameless.
Shameless...
Bai Wei said, "Little girl, do you have a picture of your mother in your phone? Can you show it to me? Actually, I bumped my head a few days ago. My husband said that I had forgotten a lot of things. You would admit me wrong and explain I look a lot like your mother, maybe she is some relative of my...?"
Mu Zi saw the anxiety in her eyes.
... Actually Bai Wei is also very scared, right?
Mu Zi's smile condensed at the corner of his mouth, "I will go back and look for it."
She can’t say it, she can’t say that your husband is a bad old man. You have been a widow for him for twenty-five years. Your husband is a fake now. He is actually your nominal stepson...
Mu Zi really couldn't say it.
She turned around to leave, Bai Wei stopped her, took two oranges from the table and stuffed them into Mu Zi's hands.
"Take it back and eat it." Bai Wei said with a smile.
As always gentle and loving.
Mu Zi felt a bit astringent in her eyes.
When Bai Wei escorted her to the door, she seemed a little uncomfortable, covering her mouth and twisting her eyebrows slightly.
Mu Zi was slightly startled, and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"
Bai Wei's expression was still uncomfortable, and she shook her head slightly: "It's okay...maybe a little seasick, and her stomach is upset these past few days."
Mu Zi fixedly looked at her for a while, and returned to his room with an ugly expression, not daring to think deeply.
Sitting alone in the room for a while, Murong Cheng also returned.
His shirt was a little wrinkled, and Mu Zi asked in surprise, "You guys were fighting?"
"Yeah." Murong Cheng nodded lazily, and took off his crumpled shirt, revealing his strong arms, "There is nothing to talk about, so I just had a fight."
He raised his eyes to look at Mu Zi, and then said, "Don't worry, we were playing in the bathroom. No one saw it. At most, we heard a sound."
Mu Zi: "..."
Finally sighed, I don't know what to say.
"Have you talked with mom?" Murong Cheng asked.
"Yeah." Mu Zi sighed again, "She bumped her head, and indeed had amnesia, and asked me for photos, but I didn't give her..."
Mu Zi looked up at Murong Cheng: "I...I am really worried that she can't accept it."
Murong Cheng took her in his arms and stroked her hair lightly, "It is better for us to tell her the truth now than for her to restore her memory in the future. It is much better to find that everyone around her is lying to her."
Mu Zi listened silently.
Then thinking about what Murong Cheng had done before, couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pinch his waist, "Why didn't you have this consciousness back then?"
Didn't he also expect to use her corpse to resurrect her soul back then, taking advantage of her amnesia?
But Murong Chengquan forgot, facing Mu Zi's complaint, he just smiled.
Mu Zi's heart became more uncomfortable, and he hugged his waist tightly.
Fortunately, he still remembers her.
That's enough, it's more important than anything else.
...
As night fell, there was a dance party on the second floor of the yacht with brilliant lights.
Mu Zi was not feeling well and lay down early.
She doesn't like the environment on the yacht, which always reminds her of the night she died, which is also full of wine, music, and laughter.
She closed her eyes next to Murong Cheng and thought: tomorrow, tomorrow... a showdown with Bai Wei.
No matter how difficult it is to say, you have to say it all.