Chapter 951 The Weak Murong Cheng

"Even if you can't have a child for the time being, you can slowly raise it according to the old method, and it will grow up." Du Hao said.

"What if you can't raise it?" Murong Cheng asked again.

Du Hao hesitated, and said: "If you can't raise it well, you have to avoid rivers and lakes. Once your body enters the water, I'm afraid there will be another 'scary' state."

For example, there was a time when Mu Zi was pushed into an artificial lake by Mu Ling. As soon as her body fell into the water, her soul immediately came out of her body.

In this way, life seems to bring a lot of inconvenience: you can't go to sea, you can't go boating, you can't soak in hot springs, and you probably have to be careful when taking a bath at home.

Murong Cheng was silent, a cigarette was about to burn out, he waved his hand, and Du Hao backed out.

Murong Cheng stayed alone in the study for a while, and when the smell of smoke was almost gone, he went back to his room to look for Mu Zi.

Mu Zi sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone.

Murong Cheng leaned over and saw that she had created a chat group, and she had drawn several friends into the group, and was announcing the news that she was about to get married. The news in the group jumped up and down, and it was very lively.

While editing messages in the chat box, Mu Zi asked Murong Cheng, "How did the talk go?"

Murong Cheng was next to her, watching her send a message, and lazily said: "Du Hao said, it must be waterproof."

"Oh." Mu Zi nodded without any surprise, "That's all? Are there any other precautions?"

Murong Cheng frowned slightly, he didn't want to mention the matter of having a baby.

"You think it's easy?" He said seriously, "There's so much water, it's impossible to guard against it! Be more restrained in the future!"

"It's okay..." Mu Zi didn't take it seriously, she just needs to stay away from the swimming pool.

She lowered her head and chatted a few more words in the group, she faintly recalled it, felt something was wrong, and suddenly turned her head to look at Murong Cheng.

There was a playful smile in Murong Cheng's eyes.

"Murong Cheng! You bastard!!!—"

Mu Zi picked up the phone and was about to smash it, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was not worthwhile, so she put down the phone again and went to pinch his face!

"Do you have a face? Do you have a face?!"

Murong Cheng let her pinch her, and even plausibly said: "Zizi, it's you who think too much!"

Mu Zi was about to die of anger.

"Smooth." Murong Cheng stretched out his hand to rub her chest.

Mu Zi wanted to push him away, but she didn't push him. Instead, the two of them collapsed on the bed together, their hands clasped, their lips and teeth intertwined, and their breathing quickly became messy.

He kissed her lips, her chin, her slender neck, and her delicate collarbone... Slowly moving down, causing a burst of trembling, the numbness made people sink, and then he stopped, at her wound Gently dropped a kiss, breathing hot.

Looking at the scar, he wondered if he was really wrong.

Heirs are difficult, and the people around him suffer bad luck. Is it because he is too vicious? Doing things too harshly?

"Zizi, I regret it very much." Murong Cheng looked at the scar and sighed softly, but he didn't say what he was regretting.

Mu Zi sat up slowly and looked at him in bewilderment.

Murong Cheng raised the corners of his lips, his smile was weak, and his expression showed a bit of helplessness, even desolation.

This kind of Murong Cheng is unfamiliar.

Different from the usual domineering and crazy, he is lonely and weak.

Mu Zi's heart shrank slightly, and she felt sorry for him. With a long heart and flesh, how can anyone really be an impregnable wall?

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"It's okay." Murong Cheng said, "I just suddenly thought of my mother, and I don't know if she is doing well now."

They never gave up looking for Bai Wei, but there was no news.

"I miss mom too." Muzi murmured against his chest, "Tell me, if we hold a super grand wedding and invite many reporters to let every channel broadcast the news of the wedding, will Mom be happy?" Saw it on TV?...Yes, right?"

Murong Cheng kissed her, "Yes, yes."