Chapter 965 Hard Work

Since they came back, they went straight to the topic, not to mention eating, and they didn't even take a sip of water.

Murong Cheng was really afraid that Mu Zi would starve to death, so he got up from her and didn't bother her anymore.

The meals were all prepared by Chen Cailing in advance, and they were all auspicious dishes. Fish balls in milk soup are called Yushui Xiangyi, Huaren Jujube Soup is called Zaosheng Guizi, crispy fried quail is wing-to-wing, and sweet cakes are sweet desserts, etc.

However, the two of them tossed for too long, and the food was already completely cold.

Murong Cheng went to the kitchen to warm up dishes, Mu Zi changed into cool home pajamas, and wandered around the house with nothing to do.

The villa has a total of three floors. Compared with Mu Zhai, this place is not too big, but it is superior in its exquisite and comfortable structure.

On the ground floor there is an open living room, connected to the leisure area and dining area, and then there are two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, and a storage room.

The second floor is a master bedroom, three guest rooms, a study room, a bathroom, and a small viewing terrace.

There was nothing on the third floor, it was just a steeple attic, Mu Zi could barely stand upright, she felt that if it was Murong Cheng, he would have to walk with his waist bent.

There is a triangular window in the attic, which is very childlike.

Mu Zi couldn't help thinking that when they have children in the future, they will definitely like this place very much. Little feet run around on the wooden floor making rattling, rattling sounds, while Murong Cheng will be very impatient and frown slightly. Mei yelled at them from downstairs: "Be quiet!"

Will he be so gentle?

Uh...or maybe: "I want to be beaten again!"

Thinking of this, Mu Zi couldn't help laughing, and inexplicably began to look forward to what kind of scene Murong Cheng would discipline the children.

Murong Cheng is very fierce.

But for those who are close to him, his fierceness is just thunder and rain, and he can scold her bloody when he gets angry, and he will hug her in the end to coddle her. People who don't know him may think that this person is spirited Split.

Murong Cheng called her downstairs to eat, Mu Zi responded, and went downstairs to see that the dining table was already full of food.

"I'll serve the meal!" Mu Zi took the initiative to share the housework.

She filled two bowls of rice, added some more to Murong Cheng's bowl, put it in front of him like a virtuous wife, and said, "My husband has worked hard."

Murong Cheng looked at the rice piled up in the bowl, then looked at Mu Zi, with an unknown smile in his eyes: "Do you mean the same thing as I think about hard work?"

Mu Zi, who had been polluted, could understand the deep meaning now, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her head to eat: "Hard work is hard work, what else can it mean..."

Murong Cheng smiled, picked up some food for her, and said, "My wife has worked hard too, eat more."

Mu Zi felt that his words seemed to be teasing and sarcasm.

But she was really hungry, she didn't have time to eat during the ceremony, and she kept toasting during the banquet, and when it was finally over, when she returned home, she was dragged to the bed by Murong Cheng and tossed and turned over and over again.

Mu Zi ate a whole bowl of rice, including a lot of Longfeng shrimp balls and lamb chops, and finally drank a bowl of sweet soup, finally getting full.

Originally, I wanted to be virtuous for a while, to help wash the dishes and wipe the table or something.

But now she was so stretched that she just wanted to lie down.

"Tomorrow the servant will come and wash it." Murong Cheng said.

When he said this, Mu Zi became dependent, and became more and more lazy to move.

There is nothing to do after a full meal, she has just woken up, so now she is refreshed.

On the first day of their wedding, she was still in the freshness of being a married woman. Although the two of them usually get tired of being together like this, but with their status, they feel very different.

How exactly is it different... Mu Zi couldn't tell, but she just felt happy, very happy.

Murong Cheng carried her to the balcony on the second floor to enjoy the shade.

The terrace is covered with teak floor, clean and open, only a few straw futons are placed.

Murong Cheng was sitting on the futon, Mu Zi was leaning against him, the evening breeze brushed against his skin, making it feel cool and comfortable.

"Murong Cheng, do you still remember teaching me to look at the stars?"