Chapter 892

Mu Zi was at a loss for words, but Bai Wei comforted her: "Little girl, don't worry, you will find your mother. Maybe I look a little like her, but I'm really not your mother."

Bai Wei regarded Mu Zi as a poor person who misses her mother so much that she lost her mind, and even took out the marriage certificate between herself and Mu Zichuan to prove that Mu Zi had indeed identified the wrong person.

Bai Wei's age on the marriage certificate was ten years younger than her actual age.

No one would be suspicious, after all, Bai Wei was well maintained and looked young and beautiful, but no one would believe her if she was forty-five years old.

Mu Zi looked at the photoshopped composite photo in the red book, and she felt that her expression at the moment should be numb.

Mu Zichuan is too shameless.

How shameless.

So shameless...

Bai Wei said: "Little girl, do you have a photo of your mother in your phone? Can you show me? Actually, I injured my head a few days ago, and my husband said that I forgot a lot of things. You will admit me, explain I look a lot like your mother, maybe she's some relative of mine...?"

Mu Zi saw the anxiety in her eyes.

...Actually, Bai Wei is also very scared, right?

Mu Zi's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, "I'll go back and look for it."

She can't say it out, she can't tell that your husband is a bad old man, you have been widowed for him for twenty-five years, your current husband is fake, he is actually your stepson in name...

Mu Zi really couldn't say it.

She turned around to leave, but Bai Wei stopped her, took two oranges from the table and stuffed them into Mu Zi's hands.

"Take it back and eat." Bai Wei said with a smile.

Gentle and loving as always.

Mu Zi felt her eyes were a little astringent.

When Bai Wei sent her to the door, she seemed a little uncomfortable, covered her mouth, and frowned slightly.

Mu Zi was slightly startled, and quickly asked, "Are you alright?"

Bai Wei's expression was still uncomfortable, and she shook her head lightly: "It's okay... Maybe I'm a little seasick, and my stomach has been uncomfortable for the past two days."

Mu Zi stared at her for a while, then returned to her room with an ugly expression, not daring to think deeply.

Sitting alone in the room for a while, Murong Cheng also came back.

His shirt was a little wrinkled, Mu Zi asked in surprise: "Did you fight?"

"Yeah." Murong Cheng nodded lazily, took off his crumpled shirt, revealing his muscular arms, "There's nothing to talk about, so we started a fight."

He raised his eyes to look at Mu Zi, and said again: "Don't worry, we played in the bathroom, no one saw it, at most we heard the sound."

Mu Zi: "..."

In the end, he sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Have you talked with Mom?" Murong Cheng asked.

"Yeah." Mu Zi sighed again, "She hurt her head, she did lose her memory, and asked me for a photo, but I didn't give it to her..."

Mu Zi looked up at Murong Cheng: "I...I'm really worried that she won't be able to accept it."

Murong Cheng held her in his arms and gently stroked her hair, "It's better for us to tell her the truth now than for her to recover her memory in the future and find that everyone around her is lying to her."

Mu Zi listened silently.

Then, thinking about what Murong Cheng did before, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch his waist, "Why didn't you have this awareness back then?"

Didn't he also count on the resurrection of the dead body back then, taking advantage of her amnesia to fool her?

But Murong Cheng had completely forgotten, facing Mu Zi's complaint, he just smiled.

Mu Zi felt more and more uncomfortable, and hugged his waist tightly.

Fortunately he still remembered her.

That's enough, more than anything else.

...

As night fell, a dance party was held on the second floor of the yacht, and the lights were brilliant.

Mu Zi was not feeling well, so she lay down early.

She doesn't like the environment on the yacht, it always reminds her of the night she died, full of wine, music, and laughter.

She closed her eyes next to Murong Cheng, thinking: Tomorrow, tomorrow... Showdown with Bai Wei.

No matter how hard it is to say it, say it all.