Chapter 966 Mrs.

"Yes, I remember." Murong Cheng agreed.

Mu Zi asked anxiously: "Do you still remember which seat Mu Zi is?"

Murong Cheng raised his finger.

Mu Zi laughed immediately: "I knew you were going to talk nonsense again! Look, don't you remember?"

Murong Chengman said indifferently: "The heart is the most important thing. As long as you have the heart, no matter which star it is, it can be the Muzi constellation."

"Hmph, sweet talk." Mu Zi murmured delicately.

I know that he is fooling people again, but I still feel sweet and warm.

The two stopped talking, and quietly looked at the summer night starry sky.

Mu Zi found it unbelievable that at this time two years ago, she fell into Qingjiang and died, and two years later, she became his wife.

Recalling all the things that happened in the past two years, it feels more vivid and vivid than the first twenty years of her life.

It seemed that since meeting him, the days she had lived before seemed bleak and lifeless like a walking dead.

Why?

...Is it because of love?

Mu Zi raised the corners of her lips slightly and smiled.

Murong Cheng lowered his eyes and asked her: "What are you thinking?"

Mu Zi felt coy in his arms, and shyly said, "I didn't think about anything."

"You must be thinking of me." Murong Cheng boasted without shame.

Mu Zi wanted to scold him for being shameless, but then realized that she was really thinking about him just now, so she couldn't scold him, and gave him an angrily look.

Her eyes were powerless, but sparkling, as if inhaling the charming light, with her own infinite style.

Murong Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

She has a magical power for him: a smile, a look, can make him fascinated.

He looked at the girl in front of him, her sleepy sideburns were messy, softly touching her ears, pouring into his heart like a dream, itching and sweet.

Murong Cheng couldn't help kissing her, trying his best to be gentle, but his breathing became more and more rough...

The second time between two people is more natural.

Mu Zi felt like a small boat, drifting helplessly in the overflowing ocean, being thrown to the cusp of the frightening waves from time to time, she was at a loss, crying and calling his name over and over again in confusion, ushered in What happened was more intense stormy waves, with no end in sight.

The starry night is as cool as water, and the love affairs are charming and sweet.

...

When she opened her eyes the next day, it was past nine o'clock in the morning, and Mu Zi couldn't believe that she had slept so soundly.

On weekdays, she sleeps up to eight o'clock. Even on holidays, she wakes up early, and then lies in bed to read a book and play with her mobile phone.

Looks like you messed up last night.

Mu Zi didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly got up, dressed and washed.

Today she invited friends to a party at home, and she hasn't prepared anything yet!

When he went downstairs, he saw that there were two more people in the house, and Murong Cheng was talking to them.

Hearing Mu Zi's footsteps, Murong Cheng looked back and introduced to her: "This is Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin, who will be responsible for the daily life here from now on."

It was a middle-aged couple who looked about forty or fifty years old, honest and gentle, with a smile on their faces, looking like a husband and wife.

They greeted Mu Zi: "Hi Ma'am."

Mu Zi's heart felt warm, and her smile was a little shy.

She is a wife.

...Murong Cheng's wife.

"Aunt Qin is in charge of the kitchen and cleaning, and Uncle Qin is in charge of mowing the lawn and removing insects. If the water pipes or light bulbs are broken, you can ask him to fix them." Murong Cheng said, "When your friends come over, you can let Bo Qin and Aunt Qin We're getting ready."

"I made an appointment with them at three o'clock." Mu Zi replied.

In order to attend Mu Zi's wedding, Jiang Ci and others rushed from Qingjiang to Jingling, but yesterday's wedding banquet was too busy, and Mu Zi couldn't take care of entertaining them, so they made an appointment to meet again the next day, which was considered practice, after all After school starts, it will be difficult for everyone to see each other again.