Chapter 390 I Want You Here

On a quiet night, there is only the occasional wind blowing outside the window.

Mu Zi took a shower and came out of the bathroom. While wiping her hair, she was thinking about the case in Taoshui Village.

She walked with her head down, and when she entered the door, she looked up and saw Murong Cheng lying on the bed, looking through her mobile phone.

Mu Zi: "..."

There was a fire in my heart.

Although it had happened too many times, she really couldn't get used to Murong Cheng's habit of looking through her things.

That was her mobile phone, which stored her information, her photos, her notepad, her, her, her! It's all hers! Even if there is no secret, I don't want to be flipped through casually.

... It's useless to be angry, anyway, she can't snatch it back.

Mu Zi sat down on the chair with a sullen face and wiped her hair, humbling angrily and didn't speak.

Murong Cheng was flipping through her photo album, which contained photos taken in Taoshui Village in the past two days. Mu Zi doesn't have the habit of taking selfies, most of them are landscapes, and there are also a few group photos of Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan.

"You had a good time." Murong Cheng said, with a smile in his eyes and a little yearning.

The last time he took Muzi to play in the snow in Beibin City, he didn't take many photos, which is a pity when he thinks about it now.

There are quite a few photos at the villa on the mountain, but the fake ones are fake after all, and the fake photos can't bring back memories.

Mu Zi finished brushing her hair, and sat on a chair doing nothing, thinking of resting on the bed, and worried about Murong Cheng.

"How long do you want to watch? I'm going to sleep." Mu Zi urged him to leave.

Murong Cheng hooked his hands at her, "Come here."

Mu Zi didn't go over and didn't look at him, "...you go back to your own room."

Seeing that he couldn't move her, Murong Cheng got up and directly pulled Mu Zi over, turned over and held her down.

Mu Zi was forced to lie under him, and wanted to scream out of anxiety, but Murong Cheng stuffed his fingers into her mouth!

"You want to call mom again?" Murong Cheng curled the corners of his mouth and smiled wickedly, "As long as you dare to call, believe it or not, I'll take your clothes off right now?"

"Bah!" Mu Zi got angry, spit out his fingers, gritted his teeth and glared, "Aside from forcing me and threatening me, what else would you do?"

Murong Cheng didn't care, "If I didn't threaten you, would you come over?"

"No!" Mu Zi scolded him, "You are uneasy and kind, of course I won't go there! I'm not stupid!"

Murong Cheng kissed her lips, and said with a smile: "You still say that you are not stupid, I love you, love you, how can you become restless and kind? Little fool."

Mu Zi was pinned down by him and had nowhere to escape, so she stretched out both hands and pinched his face vigorously, saying in a vicious voice: "Murong Cheng, your skin is the thickest in the world..."

Murong Cheng laughed evilly.

He kissed Mu Zi's little cheek, picked her up, held her in his arms, and said, "I'll show you something."

Mu Zi ignored him.

Murong Cheng picked up his mobile phone, opened it, and showed Mu Zi the photos: "The island to prepare for the New Year has been selected. There are signal towers and wind power generators. Except for fresh water that needs to be transported regularly, there are no problems with basic life. Take a look. What do you need to prepare, I will have people transport all of them to the island before the Chinese New Year."

Although Mu Zi hated him always forcing herself, she was also curious about the upcoming island life. She couldn't help looking through each photo, and saw that the island in the photos was densely covered with tropical rainforest, with winding white sandy beaches, blue sea and blue sky. It's as beautiful as PS.

"It's beautiful..." she said.

The photos should have been taken by a helicopter in the air, and one of them was the house they were going to live in, with a pointed roof and white walls. The buildings were located on a flat green field, like a few big mushrooms leaning on each other.

"There's still a swing." Mu Zi couldn't help but said.

She likes to have a swing outside the house. In fact, she may not be able to sit on it a few times, and the practical use is not great, but if there is a swing, she feels inexplicably in a good mood and has a bit of childishness. This is probably a complex.

"Like it?" Murong Cheng gently bit her earlobe, "I like it too, I want you here in the future!"