463 Brought a Gift
Standing in front of the mirror, Mu Zi recalled Murong Cheng's sweet words, tears blinded her eyes, and rolled down unconsciously.
Fall in love with an engaged man.
If it were her before, this would be absolutely impossible to accept, even if the engagement was fake and temporary.
Now, however, she compromised, gave in, and did what she thought was immoral before.
"In order to stabilize the position of Patriarch, he can get engaged to someone else. In the future...will he marry someone else for the same reason?" Mu Zi asked herself.
Her heart was in a mess, she couldn't see a way out for this feeling, she didn't know if it was because she didn't have confidence in Murong Cheng, or she didn't have confidence in herself.
The sound of water continued, and the hot water in the basin overflowed and wet the marble countertop.
Mu Zi regained consciousness and quickly turned off the faucet.
She wiped away her tears in front of the mirror, and took out the basin again.
Murong Cheng was a little unhappy: "Why have you been here for so long?"
Mu Zi choked at him in a cold voice: "You think I'm slow in doing things, you let Wang Zhan come."
Murong Cheng smiled again: "What did you ask him to do? If you're not by my side for a minute, I won't feel at ease. Put the basin aside after wiping, and someone will clean it up."
Mu Zi felt that he was moody and insane.
She wet the towel, and wiped his face little by little, his eyebrows, temples, and behind his ears, very carefully.
Murong Cheng enjoyed it very much, and said with a smile: "I've become more courageous, and dare to talk back, do you think I can't deal with you after seeing me hurt?"
Mu Zi pretended not to hear, and she was not afraid, anyway, Murong Cheng's so-called tidying up was actually playing hooliganism.
She was already numb.
Mu Zi wiped Murong Cheng's body and face twice. Her arms were a little sore, and she pressed the scar on Murong Cheng's face again, and asked, "Why can't this scar be washed off?"
Murong Cheng held her hand, "That can't be washed off."
Mu Zi's expression stagnated slightly, and then his heart felt a little suffocated...
It turns out... both faces are fake. She thought that the real Murong Cheng had also put on makeup to cover up the hideous scar on his face.
"Are you tired?" Murong Cheng took off the towel in her hand, and massaged her fingers with moderate strength.
Mu Zi looked at the scar on his face, and asked softly, "When did you get hurt?"
"It's been several years." Murong Cheng said in a casual tone, "At that time, Huo Zheng and I were in Xianghai City. We were young and vigorous, and dared to think and do anything. Others used knives to scare our casino guests. Let us do business, we threw bombs in other people's places, and later the enemy came to the door, and the wound fell at that time."
After he finished speaking, he smiled lightly, pulled Muzi into his arms, and said, "Is there any man who doesn't get scars? This is called the brand of growth."
Mu Zi looked at him with disgust: "I think it should be your brand of breaking the law and discipline."
She suddenly felt that the two tears she shed in front of the mirror just now were really hypocritical and unreasonable. How could she cry for this kind of man?
Her eyes must have been covered with gum.
Well, it must be.
"Zizi." Murong Cheng called her softly, "What are you thinking?"
Mu Zi came back to her senses, shook her head, frowned and said, "You're so annoying, you even want to control what's on my mind? Go to sleep quickly, I just finished the operation."
She felt that Murong Cheng didn't love herself very much.
As for the old wounds all over his body, if Bai Wei saw it, he would definitely cry earth-shatteringly.
Murong Cheng smiled and said, "I brought you a present, you go and get it from my coat pocket."
Mu Zi curled her lips, found his coat on the chair beside her, reached out to fumble for it, found nothing, and switched to the other side.
As soon as she put her hand in, Mu Zi couldn't help frowning, she took out her hand full of blood...