Chapter 149 Pick Up

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It was late at night, Jiang Huan drove Mu Zi away.

As soon as he left the door, he saw a black Rolls-Royce parked in front of him. Murong Cheng was leaning against the side of the car, holding a cigarette in one hand. The smoke was lingering, as if he had been waiting for a while.

His eyes were deep and narrow, looking through the glass of the car, and kept falling on Mu Zi's body.

"...It seems to be your brother." Jiang Huan recognized Murong Cheng, a well-known young master in Qingjiang City, and a frequent customer in casino restaurants.

Mu Zi lowered her eyes and remained silent, unhappy.

He was nowhere to be seen when there was a banquet at home, but now that it's late at night, this person is running hard...

Really annoying.

Murong Cheng strode forward with his slender legs, and approached in a few steps, tapped the glass window with his fingers, and said, "Zizi, you're home."

He came to pick her up.

Even though Mu Zi had a thousand and ten thousand reluctances in her heart, she still opened the car door and obediently got into Murong Cheng's car.

Murong Cheng then also got into the car, he hugged Mu Zi onto his lap, and pinched her face affectionately.

"Brother came to pick you up in person, are you happy?"

"Unhappy." Mu Zimu replied with a straight face, "Someone always wants to kill you. Taking your car is too dangerous. I'd rather take a taxi."

Murong Cheng just took her sarcasm as coquetry and didn't take it to heart.

Murong Cheng put his arms around her and asked, "I heard that the Jiang family sent you a big gift today?"

"Didn't you install a surveillance camera? Why do you ask me if you gave me a gift? Watch the surveillance video." Mu Zi said coldly.

Murong Cheng was silent for a moment, then said: "But the scope of the surveillance video is too small to see everything. What should we do? Maybe we should install cameras in the bathroom and toilet."

Mu Zi bit her lip, why did she argue with Murong Cheng? How childish.

And still can't win!

"Why, are you wronged again?" Murong Cheng chuckled lightly, "Why are you so talkative, you are so petite, huh?"

Mu Zi turned her face away angrily, ignoring him.

But Murong Cheng always had a way to deal with her, he pinched her chin, bowed his head to hold her lips, ignored Mu Zi's struggle, and drank the tea thoroughly.

Mu Zi broke away from him, gasping for breath, glared at Murong Cheng with anger in his eyes.

Murong Cheng smiled: "It smells like red beans... Is Jiang's family so poor that they treat you with red beans?" He took advantage of it and even teased Mu Zi a few words.

Mu Zi retorted: "It's a common meal, of course you can't get used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas every day. If you eat too much, you might not be able to digest it!"

She gritted her teeth for the last three words.

"No matter how many delicacies there are outside, they are not as delicious as Zizi." Murong Cheng leaned forward to kiss her again.

There was crying in the car: "Murong Cheng, you will bully me!"

"Nonsense, how could I be willing to..."

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Mu Zi didn't cry for too long this time, she was already used to being kissed by Murong Cheng, she was so used to being numb...

Although he would still be angry, it was more of a helpless sense of frustration.

Murong Cheng simply restrained her firmly.

Can't scold him, can't open it, and can't escape, the only thing Mu Zi can do is to ignore him with a cold face, ignore him! ignore! Ignore it!

The night is dark, and the night scene outside the car window is dark and monotonous.

Mu Zi gradually became confused and felt sleepy.

She dozed off in the car and slowly fell asleep...

Murong Cheng let her pillow in the crook of his arms, adjusted her posture, and gently hugged her.

He likes when Mu Zi is sleeping soundly, innocent and ignorant, undefended, and will never refuse his intimacy.

Her fair skin was delicate and soft, her thick black eyelashes fluttered slightly, she frowned slightly in her sleep, her delicate and aggrieved appearance made people love her.

Murong Cheng stretched out his finger, and gently scratched her tender face, causing the girl to mutter indistinctly: "Murong Cheng, don't make trouble."

He smiled lowly, feeling warm in his heart.

The driver seemed to understand the owner's thoughts, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and he drove slowly on the road with no one——