Chapter 951: Weak Murong Cheng

"Even if you can't get a child for the time being, you can raise it slowly according to the old method, and you will always develop it." Du Hao said.
"What if you can't develop it?" Murong Cheng asked again.
Du Hao hesitated, and said: "If you can't grow up, you must avoid rivers and lakes. Once your body enters the water, you may be in a state of ‘horrified’ again."
Just like once, Mu Zi was pushed into an artificial lake by Mu Ling, and as soon as his body fell into the water, his soul immediately came out of his body.
Speaking of this, life seems to cause a lot of inconveniences: you can't go out to sea, you can't go boating, you can't bathe in hot springs, and you probably have to be cautious about taking a bath at home.
Murong Cheng was silent, a cigarette was about to burn out, he waved his hand, and Du Hao retired.
Murong Cheng stayed alone in the study for a while, and when the smell of smoke was almost gone, he went back to the room to find Mu Zi.
Mu Zi sits on the bed and plays with her mobile phone.
Murong Cheng leaned over and saw that she had established a chat group and pulled a few friends into the group. They were announcing the news that they were about to get married, and the news in the group was very lively.
While editing the message in the chat box, Mu Zi asked Murong Cheng, "How was the conversation?"
Murong Cheng was by her side, watching her send a message, said lazily: "Du Hao said, it needs to be waterproof."
"Oh." Mu Zi nodded, no accident. "That's it? Any other precautions?"
Murong Cheng frowned slightly, he didn't want to mention the issue of giving birth.
"Do you think it's easy?" He solemnly said, "There is so much water, it is impossible to prevent it! You will restrain yourself in the future!"
"It's okay..." Mu Zi didn't take it seriously, and just stay away from the swimming pool.
She bowed her head and chatted for a few more words in the group, after faintly remembering, feeling wrong, suddenly turned her head to look at Murong Cheng.
A joking smile flickered in Murong Cheng's eyes.
"Murongcheng! You bastard!!!"
Mu Zi picked up the phone and was about to smash it. After thinking about it, he didn't think it was worth it. Then he put down the phone and pinched his face in time!
"Do you have a face? Do you have a face?!"
Murong Cheng let her pinch, even plausibly: "Zizi, you think too much!"
Mu Zi was very angry.
"Shun Shun Qi." Murong Cheng reached out and rubbed her chest.
Mu Zi wanted to push him away, but instead of pushing, the two fell together on the bed, clasping their hands, their lips and teeth attached to each other, and their breathing quickly became messy.
He kissed her lips, her lower jaw, slender jade neck, and delicate collarbone... Slowly descended, bringing up a shuddering sensation, a tingling fascination, and then he stopped, at her wound. A kiss was soft, and the breath was hot.
Looking at the scar, he wondered if he was really wrong.
The offspring is difficult, and the people around him suffer from bad luck. Is it because he is too shameful? Too harsh?
"Zizi, I regret it." Murong Cheng looked at the scar and sighed softly, but didn't say what he was regretting.
Mu Zi sat up slowly, looking at him in confusion.
Murong Cheng's lips curled up, his smile was light, and his expression was a little helpless, even a little desolate.
Such Murong Cheng is unfamiliar.
Unlike the usual domineering and arrogant, he is lonely and weak.
Mu Zi's heart shrank slightly and felt very sorry for him. People have long hearts and souls, so who is really an iron wall?
"What's the matter?" she asked softly.
"It's okay." Murong Cheng said, "I just remembered Mom suddenly, and I don't know if she is doing well now."
They never gave up looking for Bai Wei, but there has been no news.
"I miss my mother too." Mu Zi murmured against his chest, "You said, if we have a super grand wedding, please invite a lot of reporters to come and let every channel broadcast the news about marriage, will Mom? Seen on TV?... will it?"
Murong Cheng kissed her, "Well, it will."