Chapter 727 Don't Fall Into His Trick

Mu Zi returned to Xiaoyanglou, let Xiaoya go, and sat alone on the sofa in the living room.

She seemed to be calm and composed in front of Mu Zening, but her heart was already in a mess!

Every word and every word Mu Zening said hit her heart straight! The messy mind was shaken high and scattered like dust, unable to calm down.

what is the problem?

Is Mu Zening deliberately deceiving her? Could it be... Does he really have a witness? A witness who can prove Murong Cheng guilty?

Mu Zi panicked.

She dare not think.

If Qiao Jingjia's death is really related to Murong Cheng, what does it mean? It means... the secret that Qiao Jingjia is about to reveal will be very unfavorable to Murong Cheng!

... No, she shouldn't doubt Murong Cheng.

When she received Qiao Jingjia's call, Murong Cheng was with her the whole night, there was no way he would have time to arrange this murder!

But……

What if she fell asleep? He only needs to order a word, and someone outside will take care of it for him...

Muzi bent down and hugged her knees tightly, feeling that her chest was pierced by an iron cone, she couldn't breathe and felt pain.

At this time, she thought again: Maybe this is Mu Zening's purpose, he is in pain, so he also tortures me, let me suffer with him.

How much Murong Cheng loves her, she knows very well that he is the least likely person in this world to harm her.

Thinking of this, Mu Zi's heart calmed down...

"It's okay." She inhaled slowly, and said softly to herself, "It's just a psychological trap, don't fall into his trap."

Mu Zi felt that Mu Zening was playing tricks, saying that it was false to have witnesses in his hands, but it was true that he had malicious intentions. As long as she didn't mess herself up, Mu Zening would have nothing to do with her.

She tidied up her troubled thoughts, and she was no longer impetuous, but unavoidably uneasy.

Especially thinking of Xiao Ya's abnormality, Mu Zi felt that Mu Zening's existence was a threat, as if it would ruin her peaceful and beautiful life at any time.

This feeling made her both uneasy and frightened.

Because of fear of Mu Zening, Mu Zi stayed in the house all day and did not go to the garden. She used to like to take Xiaoya for a walk in the garden, but now she can only give up.

When night came, she lay on the bed, thinking of the nightmare last night, feeling even more uncomfortable.

After tossing and turning, it was difficult to fall asleep, and she even subconsciously resisted falling asleep, afraid of having another nightmare, so Mu Zi simply got up, and went to Murong Cheng's room next door lightly.

He's not at home, but there is his breath on the pillow and quilt, maybe it's an illusion, just take it as a kind of psychological comfort...

Mu Zi hugged the quilt tightly.

...

Murong Cheng didn't come back until midnight.

He stayed in the hospital all day, tired and tired, the first thing he did after returning home was to go into Mu Zi's room to see her.

There was no one in Mu Zi's room.

Murong Cheng was slightly taken aback, where did Mu Zi go?

in the bathroom? Still not at home? Went to a classmate's house for a sleepover?

Murong Cheng returned to his room suspiciously, raised his hand to turn on the light, and saw a bulge on his bed, his thick, jet-black long hair scattered outside the quilt, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance.

Murong Cheng laughed dumbfounded.

How did you get into his bed? Could it be that the little thing wants to change rooms again?

For the past two days, his attention was all on Huo Zheng, he didn't pay attention to the movements at home, and he didn't know that Mu Zening was back.

Murong Cheng walked over and pulled down the quilt slightly, revealing Mu Ziying's white and charming little face.

If Mu Zi felt something, she closed her eyes and hugged his arm.

She was sleeping in a daze, she sniffed it with her small nose, and immediately frowned in disgust: "It smells so bad, it smells like disinfectant."

After staying in the hospital for so long, of course there will be a smell. Looking at her delicate appearance, Murong Cheng was a little funny, and said, "Wait for me to wash up."

"Wait a little longer..." She closed her eyes and muttered, holding his arm like a bird, reluctant to let go, "Wait until I fall asleep, and then you go wash..."