Chapter 217 Living People Are Troublesome

When Murong Cheng came back, Mu Zi sat on the steps of the small foreign building and waited for him, her knees curled up, like a homeless ghost, she looked very pitiful.

Thick black hair was loose and fell to the ground, her skin was as white as snow, her big eyes were empty and lifeless, her expression was in a daze, and she didn't respond until Murong Cheng walked in front of her.

When Murong Cheng saw her like this, his heart ached so much that he immediately hugged her.

Touching her icy skin, Murong Cheng was not only distressed, but also annoyed. He said in a deep voice, "You're going to die if you sit outside dressed like this?"

Mu Zi stretched out her hand to gently press his lips, signaling him not to speak. Her fingers were also cold.

Mu Zi took Murong Cheng to the back of the house.

The man's body was still lying there, Mu Zi was afraid of that golden light, and didn't dare to get too close, so he just stood at a distance and explained to Murong Cheng: "I didn't know he would fall to his death..."

She wanted to explain everything clearly, but the tip of her tongue was heavy and it was difficult to make a sound.

Murong Cheng took off his coat and put it on her body, holding her in his arms, "I know everything."

After receiving Mu Zi's call, Murong Cheng rushed back immediately. On the way, he checked the surveillance video at home, and he could see clearly what happened.

He also saw Mu Zi collapsed beside the man strangely, and sat up strangely after a while.

His heart was burning with anger, he had been taking care of him like a treasure, but he was "shocked" by such an unknown person, Murong Cheng wished he could cut the man on the ground into pieces!

He carried Mu Zi back to the house, went to the bathroom and filled a tub of hot water, stripped Mu Zi's clothes a few times, and put her into the hot water.

The girl's long, thick black hair was immersed in the water, entwining her snow-white and enchanting figure, black and white intertwined, as beautiful as a fairy in the water, but Murong Cheng couldn't feel the slightest bit of charming thoughts, he could only feel distressed at the moment.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of the rest." He touched her cold cheek lightly, then turned and walked out.

Mu Zi wanted to say that she was not afraid.

But the body was frozen stiff, and it became extremely difficult to open and close the lips.

Forget it... let him think that I am afraid. When encountering such a thing, a normal girl should be afraid.

Thinking of this in her heart, Mu Zi sank her body into the water.

She was actually just stiff.

It's like wearing a shoe that doesn't fit your feet. No matter how you adjust your steps, you can't get out of a natural posture.

Mu Zi feels exactly like this now.

She caressed her chest, where the heart beat slowly and the blood flowed slowly.

She will be cold, not only because of the low temperature in the cold night, but also because her blood is also getting cold.

The hot water allowed her to regain some body temperature, but it wasn't enough. Mu Zi felt that she really needed to take a good rest...

...

When Murong Cheng went downstairs, Wang Zhan just came in.

"Is it over?" Murong Cheng asked. He looked gloomy, obviously in a very bad mood.

Wang Zhan became more cautious, and replied in a low voice: "The person didn't die. He hit his head on a stone when he fell. It was a coincidence that he fell right at the temple. He went into a coma at that time. If he was sent to the rescue, maybe You can save a life."

If they were not sent for emergency treatment, they would naturally have to wait to die.

Murong Cheng didn't have the kindness to save people, this kind of scum, even if he died a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough to relieve his hatred.

"Tell the people under him to clean up." He said with a frown.

Wang Zhan nodded hurriedly, knowing that this meant not leaving anyone alive, and then hesitated, asking: "Then...how to deal with the one who left?"

It is not troublesome to deal with the dead, the troublesome one is always the living.