Chapter 117

The little bird was gray and black, a bit like a shaved wild black chicken, weird and ugly.

The size of a palm, with a big head and a small body, he couldn't even stand up. He was paralyzed on the window sill with his two small wings, so fragile that he could roll several times when a gust of wind blows.

Mu Zi felt pitiful, picked it up and held it in her palm.

"It's hard for such a small bird to live without its mother bird. I'll go to the garden to see if I can find a bird's nest, I'll put it back," she said.

Bai Wei also overflowed with sympathy, "Poor little guy, he must be starving, give him some water first."

The two fed the bird with water, then improvised a lunch box, covered it with cotton cloth, and put the bird in it.

Murong Cheng was watching snakes in the living room. Bai Wei saw him and said, "Rong Cheng, accompany your sister to the garden to look for bird nests. There is a fledgling bird on her window sill. Maybe it was caught by a wild cat. It’s so pitiful that it came in.”

Mu Zi has no objection.

First of all, Murong Cheng helped her beat Qiao Jingjia today.

Secondly, Murong Cheng didn't play hooligans today.

Third, if you really find a bird's nest, it's more convenient to have a man to help you go up and down the tree.

To sum up, Mu Zi and Murong Cheng went out together.

The Mu family's garden is very large, with an artificial lake and woods, and it does attract some birds to nest here from time to time.

But now the breeding season has passed. Creatures like birds will only build nests during the breeding season. They usually fly with them and have no fixed residence.

Mu Zi found two abandoned empty nests, a little discouraged.

When she got to the lake, Mu Zi saw two mandarin ducks crossing their necks among the lotus leaves, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Could it be a little mandarin duck?" Mu Zi murmured, looking down at the chicks in the lunch box.

She didn't know much about birds, and she couldn't tell what species it was just by looking at the fledglings.

However, the Mu family raised mandarin ducks, so the big trees by the lake had artificial nests. Maybe this chick was originally in an artificial nest? This possibility is very high.

Mu Zi carried the lunch box to the artificial nest, and said softly, "Grow up quickly, little mandarin duck, and when you find your other half, you can grow old together..."

Mandarin duck is a symbol of eternal love.

Murong Cheng who was beside her heard this and laughed softly.

Mu Zi put on a small face and asked him: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you, silly sister." Murong Cheng raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Mandarin ducks are just animals for temporary mates, and there is no such thing as growing old together. After the breeding season is over, the males remarry and the females remarry. They are all different. Even during the breeding season, male mandarin ducks may mess with women."

He glanced at the villa in front of him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "It's like Mu Zening, who is still restless after getting married. It's very appropriate to describe him as a male mandarin duck. It seems to be dedicated, but in fact... huh."

Murong Cheng was happy to discredit Mu Zening in front of her, although such an approach was a bit naive.

Mu Zi frowned, and when she mentioned Mu Zening, she felt unhappy.

It's like a top student who occasionally fails an exam, but is repeatedly mentioned by others, which feels very heartbreaking!

Forget it, don't want to! Who hasn't met a few scumbags in their life?

Mu Zi explained to herself.

Murong Cheng said again: "Besides, mandarin ducks have flippers, look at their claws."

Mu Zi gently held the bird in his hand to distinguish it, its claws were long and thin, with distinct roots, and no webbed...

She had a hard time, "What should I do then? Such a small bird will die without the care of its mother bird."

"Keep it." Murong Cheng said slowly, "If you don't want to raise it, you can give it to me."

Mu Zi looked at him suspiciously, "Do you know how to raise birds?"

Murong Cheng's smile was a bit sinister, "I don't know, but I can feed it to Sisi, although it's too small to fill my stomach, it's barely an appetizing snack."

Mu Zi picked up the little bird, turned around and left!

She shouldn't have had expectations for someone like Murong Cheng!