Chapter 965: hard

After they came back, they went straight to the subject, not to mention eating, not even drinking water.
Murong Cheng was really afraid that Mu Zi would be hungry, so he got up from her and didn't bother her again.
The meals are all prepared by Chen Cailing in advance, and they are all auspicious dishes. The fish in milk soup are called Yushuixiangyi, Huaren Jujube is called Zaoshengguizi, the fried quail is a pair of wings, and sweet and sweet is a dessert cake, and so on.
But the two had tossed for too long, and the food was already cold.
Murong Cheng went to the kitchen to warm up the dishes, Mu Zi put on cool pajamas and wandered around the house idly.
The villa has a total of three floors. Compared with Mu's house, it is not too big, but it's better than its exquisite and comfortable structure.
There is an open living room on the first floor, connected to the leisure area and dining area, and then there are two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, and a storage room.
On the second floor is a master bedroom, three guest rooms, study room, bathroom, and a small viewing terrace.
There was nothing on the third floor, just a spire-top attic. Mu Zi could barely stand upright. She felt that if it were Murong Cheng, she would have to bend over and walk.
There is a triangular window in the attic, which is very childlike.
Mu Zi couldn't help thinking that if they have children in the future, they will love it very much. Their little feet ran around on the wooden floor, making a da, da da, da da da, and Murong Cheng would be very impatient and frowned. Mei Mei shouted at them downstairs: "Small down!"
Will he be so gentle?
Uh... it could also be: "I want to be beaten again!"
When Mu Zi thought of this, she couldn't help but laugh, and inexplicably began to expect Murong Cheng to teach her children what it was like.
Murong Cheng is very fierce.
But for people close to him, his fierceness is only the thunder and the rain. If you start a fire, you can scold her bloody. In the end, you have to hug her in your arms. People who don’t know him might think this person’s spirit. Split.
Murong Cheng called her to eat downstairs, Mu Zi responded and saw that the table was full of food.
"I'm going to serve food!" Mu Zi took the initiative to share housework.
She served two bowls of rice and added more to Murong Cheng's bowl, and she stood in front of him like a virtuous wife and said, "My husband has worked hard."
Murong Cheng looked at the rice in the bowl, then looked at Mu Zi, with an unknown smile in his eyes: "You said the hard work, and the hard work I thought, do you mean the same?"
The polluted Mu Zi now understands the meaning, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her head to eat: "Hard work is hard work, what else does it mean..."
Murong Cheng laughed, picking up dishes for her, and said: "My wife has worked hard too, eat more."
Mu Zi felt that what he said seemed like a mockery.
But she was really hungry. She didn't care about eating during the ceremony, and she kept toasting during the banquet, and finally ended. When she returned home, she was dragged to the bed by Murong Cheng and tossed over and over again.
Mu Zi ate a full bowl of rice, ate a lot of lobster and prawn and lamb chops, and finally drank a bowl of sweet soup, finally eating it.
I originally wanted to be virtuous and help wash a bowl and wipe the table.
But now she just wants to lie down.
"Tomorrow the servant will come and wash it." Murong Cheng said.
When he said this, Mu Zi felt dependent and became more lazy to move.
She had nothing to do after she was full, and she had just woke up, so she was full of energy now.
On the first day of her wedding, she was still in the freshness of being married. Although the two are usually so tired of being together, they have a reputation and feel very different.
How is it different... Mu Zi couldn't tell, but was happy, especially happy.
Murong Cheng took her to the second floor terrace to enjoy the cool.
The terrace is covered with teak wood floors, clean and spacious, with only a few straw futons.
Murong Cheng sat on the futon, Mu Zi leaned against him, and the evening breeze brushed his skin, making him feel comfortable.
"Murongcheng, do you remember teaching me to see the stars before?"