Chapter 794 Purification or Pollution

Talking about other people's violation of human ethics behind their backs already seems very small, and now they have to accuse others of intentional murder without any evidence.

Mu Zi felt that after she got close to Murong Cheng, her whole body was developing in a wretched direction.

really...

I don't know whether she purified him in the end, or he polluted her.

...

The two returned to the small foreign building, and Bai Wei was packing cardboard boxes in the living room. The place where the sofa had been placed had been moved away, and cardboard boxes of various sizes were piled up.

Bai Wei misses the past, although they don't need to take away furniture and electrical appliances when they move, but they can pack up a lot of miscellaneous things, and she is reluctant to throw away anything.

Murong Cheng frowned and said, "Mom, what old things have you packed away? Just throw away what needs to be thrown away. It's not like you won't be able to buy things when you arrive at your new home."

He casually opened a cardboard box, and saw that there were bowls neatly wrapped in foam. His face darkened suddenly, and he said in a bad tone, "A few broken bowls are also taken away? Are you afraid that there will be no bowls when you move to a new house?"

"These bowls are all handmade, the glaze color is unique, and you can never buy the same ones in the market." Bai Wei was disgusted by her son, a little sad, "Every time I go to the market, I talk about one or two. save these..."

"What about these?" Murong Cheng opened another cardboard box, becoming more irritable, "Why keep a bunch of old toys?!"

Mu Zi also leaned over curiously.

The cardboard box is full of children's toys, from all ages, remote control planes, transforming cars, picture books, toy guns... The cardboard boxes are filled with all kinds of things. When I was a child, the art homework, the painting level can only be described as poor.

She looked at it and smiled smugly.

Bai Wei said: "These are childhood memories, very precious. You are young now and don't understand the value inside. When you have children in the future, you will know."

After finishing speaking, he held up a red kit as if offering a treasure, and said with a happy smile, "Your lanugo shaved during the full moon is also there."

"Hahahahaha!..." Mu Zi laughed while supporting the cardboard box.

Murong Cheng: "..."

Bai Wei said again: "Zizi, don't laugh at your brother, you have it too, I have kept both of your lanugo well."

"Thank you mom! Hahaha..."

Mu Zi hiccupped from laughing, and seeing Murong Cheng standing still with a livid face, she took the toy from his hand and said happily, "I'll help Mom clean it up!"

In fact, I want to see what jokes there are in his childhood.

Murong Cheng was helpless, his cell phone rang by chance, he went upstairs to talk on the phone, leaving Mu Zi to have some fun.

Mu Zi really found a lot of "babies", such as the picture of Murong Cheng's butt when he was a few months old, and the picture of him crying in Bai Wei's arms when he was three or four years old.

"Mom, have you practiced the art of retaining the face? Why is there no difference between the appearance 20 years ago and the present!" Failing, one lives younger and younger, who doesn't worry about this matter?

Bai Wei smiled and patted Mu Zi's back, "You child, was your mother so old twenty years ago?"

Mu Zi: "..."

I was too choked to speak.

When sorting out old photos, Mu Zi found a few photos of Bai Wei and Mr. Mu together.

There is a date in the lower right corner of the photo. Calculate the time. When this photo was taken, Bai Wei was only twenty years old, while Mr. Mu was already fifty-six.

Although the ages of the two are far apart, standing together is not too abrupt, probably because men don't tend to look old, and Mr. Mu is handsome, even when he is old, he doesn't have the old man's old spirit at all, only the introvertedness of a mature man deep.

His beard was trimmed neatly and delicately, his white shirt was covered with a gray plaid vest, half of his pocket watch and gold chain hung on his chest, and besides leaning against a peerless beauty, he was elegant and elegant.