Chapter 242 His Birthday

Qiao Jingjia can almost be regarded as the biggest suspect in killing Mu Zi, but Mu Zi has never been able to determine her motive for killing.

Now that I know Mayor Joe's clue, everything seems to make sense.

So...Qiao Jingjia did it to get the mayor's approval, plus her admiration for Mu Zening?

Mu Zi thought silently.

If it's really Qiao Jingjia...

If it was really her, Mu Zi would not kill her.

Taking life for life is the most incomprehensible way to resolve hatred, Mu Zi only wants Qiao Jingjia to confess her guilt. Let the world know the ugliness and hypocrisy of this woman, see through her, scold her, and despise her!

Only in this way can it be regarded as the revenge of the great revenge, and the rebirth is not in vain.

Mu Zi went home with her worries in mind.

Walking into the house, she heard Bai Wei humming a song, whispering lingeringly, with a bit of ancient rhyme, I don't know where the folk song came from.

Bai Wei seems to be in a particularly good mood today.

"Zizi is back." Bai Wei saw her coming in, and greeted her with a smile, "Just help me to see, which cake looks better?"

As he spoke, he handed out the brochure in his hand, with patterns of various cakes on it.

Mu Zi received it in her hand and asked curiously, "Mom, do you want to order a cake?"

Bai Wei smiled and shook her head: "Your brother's birthday is coming soon, I want to make a cake myself."

Mu Zi was slightly taken aback, she didn't know Murong Cheng's birthday.

Then I thought again, birthday in November... Scorpio man, he really is a species that cannot be offended.

"Men generally don't like sweet and greasy cakes, do they?" Mu Zi casually flipped through two pages and suggested, "Mom, why don't you make longevity noodles for brother? Longevity noodles have a good meaning, so he must like them."

Bai Wei hesitated for a while, then smiled brightly, "Well, that's fine, let's make longevity noodles!"

She collected the cake album, happily flipped through the recipes, and planned to study how to make an extraordinary bowl of longevity noodles.

Mu Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Cheng hadn't come back for a long time, she was really worried that Bai Wei would be sad and disappointed if she couldn't see her son on his birthday.

Making cakes is too troublesome, and it would be a waste if no one eats it, it is not as convenient as longevity noodles, Mu Zi feels that she is doing it for Bai Wei's good.

She was about to go upstairs when Bai Wei, who was flipping through the cookbook, suddenly asked, "Zizi, what gift are you going to give your brother?"

Mu Zi: "..."

How about sending a shooting star? Let him fly straight out of the earth.

"I haven't thought about it. Tomorrow...I'll go shopping in the street." Mu Zi forced a smile.

Is there anyone more aggrieved than her? Being bullied and humiliated, in the end you have to prepare gifts for the other party.

Just thinking about it like this, my thoughts unknowingly flew to Murong Cheng again... thinking when he will come back?

Mu Zi didn't want to miss him, but she couldn't help herself. Even the bed she slept on now belonged to Murong Cheng.

Otherwise, go back to your room?

... Her body has already recovered, and the window in the room has been repaired, but thinking of someone climbing over that window and falling to her death under the window, she feels very distressed, and she really doesn't want to go back to the original room.

Forget it, let's make do with one more night.

In the cold night of late autumn, there is a faint breath of cold winter.

Mu Zi turned on the air conditioner, and the room was as warm as spring. She lay down on the bed, her body sank into the soft velvet quilt, found the most comfortable position, and slowly fell asleep.

The next day was another day.

Mu Zi got up and washed as usual, wearing her school uniform, as if she was going to school.

It's just that she didn't ask the driver at home to take her, but got into someone else's car at the door.

Qu Mingjun, who was in the driver's seat, handed Mu Zi a bulging paper bag from the front, "Here, what you want."