Chapter 460 Jealous

The door was half open, and there were small voices coming from inside.

Mu Zi felt that the voice vaguely resembled that of Murong Cheng.

She stared blankly at the half-covered door, as if she could see through it and see clearly what was going on inside.

"Miss Mu?" Wang Zhan tried to call softly.

Mu Zi came back to her senses, glanced at him, then got up without saying a word, and walked into the room slowly.

The doctor then closed the door.

Wang Zhan waited at the door for a while, and even listened to it for a while—it was quiet inside, without the fierce quarrel he had imagined.

Wang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

...

Mu Zi walked into the room, and saw light blue medical curtains hanging around the bed, one of the curtains was pulled open, and the doctor was doing the final stitching of the wound.

Murong Cheng was sober, his dark eyes were looking at her firmly.

He looked a little...not like him.

Just now when he got into the elevator, Mu Zi was frightened by the black and red bloodstains on his body, and had no time to take care of it, but now that he looked at his face squarely, he noticed the difference.

Murong Cheng's hairstyle is different, his skin color... has also become darker, and there is still a hideous scar on his face, like an old wound from many years ago, slanting across his forehead, occupying half of his face.

Mu Zi knew in her heart that this was Murong Cheng's second face: Huo Rong.

Hairstyles can easily change a person's appearance and temperament, coupled with different skin colors, it is easier to distinguish, not to mention that there is such a symbolic scar on the face. Even if someone finds that Huo Rong's facial features are similar to the fourth young master of the Mu family, they will never think that they are the same person.

A doctor gave Mu Zi a chair so that she could sit by the bed and accompany Murong Cheng.

Mu Zi sat down and quietly watched the doctor busy.

Neither of them spoke.

Wang Zhan didn't lie to her, it was indeed just a minor operation, the bullet was taken out from the wound, and nothing serious happened.

Murong Cheng was weak for a while just now, it was only because of excessive blood loss, now that he has received a blood transfusion and treated the wound, he looks almost back to normal, only his face is slightly pale.

After suturing, the doctor bandaged Murong Cheng's wound, and then took away the bloody cotton, bandages, and all surgical instruments.

They were just the two of them in the empty room.

If it weren't for the smell of blood still lingering in the air, no one would have thought that a surgical operation had just been performed here.

"Drink water?" Mu Zi broke the silence first, got up and said, "I'll get you some water."

Murong Cheng took Mu Zi's hand, asked her to sit down again, and then looked at her carefully, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Mu Zi asked him back: "What are you afraid of?"

"Are you afraid that I will die?" He looked at her face with great interest.

"It's pretty scary." Mu Zi nodded straightforwardly, "I can't explain to my mother when I take the corpse back like this, and I can't say that you hooked up with the Huo family's lady, but the hero rescued the beauty and didn't do well, so you put your life on the line gone."

"Ha..." Murong Cheng laughed, but his body was injured, and when he laughed, his muscles and nerves were involved, and the wound hurt, so he couldn't help frowning.

Mu Zi looked at him and said, "Does it hurt? It hurts, is it beautiful in your heart? If you risk your life to save someone, it's time for him to promise you with his body. Money, power and beauties are all in his hands, how great it is."

Murong Cheng laughed even harder when he heard this, but the wound hurt again. He covered the wound, and gasped for breath from laughing: "Zizi, are you jealous?"

Mu Zi's expression was indifferent, she didn't understand what was so ridiculous about it.

If the bullet misses a little more, maybe he will die, and he still laughs?

She got up with a wooden face, "you rest, I'm going home."

Murong Cheng shamelessly grabbed her wrist, "Don't go, what should I do if I get thirsty? If I remember, who will help me? My body is full of sweat and blood, what should I do when I start to scrub..."

Talked a lot.