Chapter 796

Mu Zi helped Bai Wei tidy up together, little by little every day, like ants moving, and finally packed all the things that should be packed.

So, just wait for Mu Rongxuan's Qi Qi to end.

——Qiqi, that is, forty-nine days, almost one and a half months. According to the custom of Qingjiang, after the death of a loved one, incense and paper will be burnt every Qiqi until the end of Qiqi.

Mu Zi counted the days and secretly sighed: The Mu family, a place of right and wrong, can finally leave.

In late February, Zhuang Jia held a small party at home and invited Muzi and Jiang Zhinuan to play.

Zhuang Jia's mother has already contacted foreign design colleges for her. Zhuang Jia will not come back for at least three or four years when she goes abroad this time.

Jiang Zhinuan was both happy for his friend, but also a little sad, because Muzi was also facing a school transfer, leaving her alone, he had the illusion of being abandoned.

At the end of the party, the melancholy of parting filled the air, and everyone made an appointment to see Zhuang Jia off at the airport on the day she was leaving.

Mu Zi was affected by the emotion of parting, and she was depressed on the way home, but the scenery at dusk was easy to cause worry. She sat in the car and couldn't help sighing.

The driver laughed at the front, and said kindly: "Young people don't know how to feel sad. Miss is so young, what is there to sigh? The days to come will definitely get better and better."

Just after the new year, everyone loves to say auspicious words.

Mu Zi smiled and said, "I would like to borrow your good words."

When the driver drove to the gate of Mu's house, Mu Zi saw Wang Zhan and Murong Cheng talking at the gate, and immediately asked the driver to stop.

This is rare. Wang Zhan only came to Mu's house a few times, and they all took advantage of the darkness to cover up. It was the first time Mu Zi saw him coming to Mu's house so blatantly.

Mu Zi got out of the car and walked over, and saw Wang Zhan holding a piece of clothing in his hands, before she could see clearly, Wang Zhan seemed to be hiding something, and covered the clothes behind his hands.

This action was a little self-deprecating, and Wang Zhan must have realized it immediately, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"Miss Mu." Wang Zhan greeted Mu Zi with a smile.

Mu Zi approached them, looked curiously at the clothes in his hand, and asked, "What are you talking about? Whose clothes are these?"

Murong Cheng took the clothes from Wang Zhan's hand, "It's mine, I have to wear it when I'm retiring."

Mu Zi let out an "oh", and glanced suspiciously at Wang Zhan.

It's not something serious, why are you hiding?

Murong took Mu Zi's shoulder and walked in, waved Wang Zhan off: "Go get ready, don't make any mistakes."

Wang Zhan quickly got into the car and drove off in a hurry.

Mu Zi became more and more puzzled, she raised her head and asked Murong Cheng: "Is there still a requirement for clothes to be worn during the retirement meeting?"

"There is no rule, but the patriarchs of all dynasties have always dressed like this, so I also prepared a suit to look more dignified." Murong Cheng replied.

Mu Zi looked at him carefully, but didn't see anything unusual.

However, Murong Cheng, as the head of a clan, has a very deep city, if he deliberately conceals something, it may be impossible for others to see the clue from his face.

Mu Zi shifted her attention to the clothes in his hand, she tentatively said: "Will you show me how to wear them later?"

Murong Cheng smiled and rubbed her head, "Okay."

The clothes are a set, an old-fashioned navy blue cardigan, very carefully tailored, with a circle of delicate rounded symmetrical patterns embroidered on the turned-out cuffs, turquoise buttons, and dark pattern embroidery on the neckline and hem.

The old people wear this kind of clothes, which are rich and elegant, and the clothes are loose, which is much more comfortable than wearing western-style dresses.

Murong Cheng is young, wearing this clothes immediately has a different temperament, like a pampered young man, extremely handsome and coquettish.

Mu Zi looked at him, unknowingly stared blankly.

I thought to myself: It would be great if this was the case. There was no bullying when I was a child, and I didn’t have to wander when I was young. I lived a smooth and healthy life without suffering.