Chapter 890 Mu Zichuan Succeeded

Mu Zi didn't dare to think about it, it felt too bad, she would rather believe that Bai Wei deliberately pretended not to know her because of the presence of outsiders.

But the acting skills are too good?

Mu Zi walked away resentfully, she could only wait for Bai Wei to be alone before trying again.

But the two middle-aged women chatted endlessly, Mu Zi waited in the dark for a long time, Bai Wei and the female tourist next door didn't seem to end either!

After waiting for a while, Murong Cheng came back.

He glanced at Bai Wei as he passed by, without any emotion on his face, the mother and son were like strangers, neither of them knew each other.

Such an absurd thing happened in front of her eyes, and Mu Zi had mixed feelings in her heart.

How did things get to this point? She was really mad.

Mu Zi and Murong Cheng's room was two rooms away from Bai Wei's. After they returned to their room, they closed the door. Mu Zi sat down depressed, her mind was full of Bai Wei's confused face.

Murong Cheng walked to the wine cabinet, took out the whiskey from it, and poured himself a glass. Seeing Mu Zi's face turned ugly, he asked, "Why, did the question come to a bad result?"

The two of them assigned tasks when they were on the yacht, Murong Cheng was in charge of Mu Zichuan, and Mu Zi was in charge of Bai Wei.

But looking at it now, it was obvious that Mu Zi had encountered trouble here.

"I have no chance to ask..." Mu Zi rubbed her forehead annoyed, "She doesn't seem to know me anymore, I'm not sure... Maybe she's just pretending?"

Mu Zi was upset, walked to Murong Cheng's side, grabbed the wine glass in his hand and took a sip.

"Slow down, don't choke again." Murong Cheng gently stroked her back, not paying much attention to Bai Wei's matter.

Mu Zi glared at him angrily, feeling more and more in her heart that the psychiatrist was right, Murong Cheng is really carefree at this stage!

"What about you, did you find out anything?" Mu Zi asked.

Murong Cheng took a sip of his wine and said unhurriedly: "I talked to the tour guide, he didn't change his name, he's still called Mu Zichuan, he's 40 years old, he's a freelancer, the reason for taking this seven-day tour is to Wife celebrating 10th wedding anniversary."

"Smelly shameless!" Mu Zi was furious, Bai Wei never married Mu Zichuan!

Murong Cheng said again: "He originally booked a seven-day tour two weeks ago, but because he was worried about his wife's health, he postponed the schedule. You said she didn't know you, and it might have something to do with her going to the hospital. The tour guide said that Mu Zi Chuan's wife had a head injury from a fall, and had gauze tied to her head for two days."

Heartbroken, Mu Zi stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

She thought a lot in a flash.

Bai Wei either lost her memory or was hypnotized, how would Mu Zichuan lie to her? Take out a fake marriage certificate and tell Bai Wei that she is his wife of ten years?

...Why does this behavior sound so familiar?

Mu Zi glanced at Murong Cheng.

At the beginning, Murong Cheng also wanted to do this, but he failed, while Mu Zichuan succeeded.

Two shameless guys.

"What do you think we should do now?" Mu Zi looked at him, "It's your mother anyway."

Murong Cheng smiled and said, "Zizi, the question is what you want to do. If it were me, it would be easy. I would kill Mu Zichuan and throw him into the water. The next time I land, I will take my mother away."

That's right, Murong Cheng's actions have always been simple and rude. If he hadn't lost his memory, how could Mu Zichuan have the chance to jump around?

It's just that the person who is in charge of this matter now is Mu Zi, so he is entangled in troubles.

Mu Zi gritted her teeth and said, "You promised me that you won't kill people casually if you don't become the Patriarch!"

Murong Cheng was slightly taken aback, apparently he had completely forgotten the previous promise.

"Then knock him out and throw him into the water." Murong Cheng said.

Mu Zi grabbed the pillow on the bed and hit him, "What difference does it make!"