"Then why did Wang Zhan cover up when he saw me?" Mu Zi asked.

Murong Cheng smiled helplessly: "Did he cover it up? Maybe it was embarrassing for you to see the clothes worn by the old man?"

Murong Cheng has a relaxed tone and a calm expression.

Mu Zi couldn't find any clues on his face, she was full of doubts, could it be that she was really worried?

"That guy Wang Zhan has done too many bad things, even if he doesn't do anything, you might think he is a ghost if you look at it." Murong Cheng joked, "Does this count as the prosecutor's natural sensitivity to criminals?"

Mu Zi whispered: "...Is that so?"

Murong Cheng dropped her hand and bit her ear, "You are also very sensitive to me."

Mu Zi blows up hair instantly!

"Asshole!"

"rogue!"

"metamorphosis!"

"Rolling rolling! ..."

...

A restless night.

...

The little fox in Mu Zi's heart was taken away by Murong Cheng's gangsters. After a few days, she saw Murong Cheng wandering at home leisurely every day, and the last doubt was dispelled.

Maybe she is really thinking too much.

On Saturday, Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan went to the airport to see Zhuang Jia.

Xu ran out of parting melancholy at the last party. In the airport, the three girls were chattering and in high spirits, and they cheered Zhuang Jia.

Not to encourage her studies, but to her ideal: giving birth to a mixed-race baby.

Zhuang Jia said boldly: "Okay! Give birth to three and give you one for each of you!"

Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan laughed: "No!"

After sending Zhuang Jia away, Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan talked for a while at the airport, and then they drove home.

The sun was shining on the road, the snow on both sides of the street melted, and a faint green color appeared in the flower beds.

The weather is still very cold, but seeing the gray soil and branches dotted with greenery, you will feel the warmth from winter to spring, which makes people hopeful.

The vigorous vitality Zhuang Jia showed when she left made Mu Zi couldn't help but look forward to her future.

"Murongxuan's seven or seven days have passed, and we will move to Xianghai City to live only when the Huo family's retirement meeting is over." Mu Zi looked at the scenery outside the car window, thinking so.

The cause of her death has been revealed, and she has been admitted to the Judicial Research Institute as she wished, and she and Mu Zening have also made a decision, and everything is going in a good direction.

There are only two things left to make her feel at ease.

The first is the ghost raised by Mu Zening; the second is Murongcheng's paternal status.

Du Hao said that as long as she is strong and determined, she doesn't have to be afraid of evil ghosts. Moreover, in the future, she and Murong Cheng move to Xianghai City. No matter how powerful the ghosts are, they won't be able to climb mountains and wading thousands of miles to harm them, right?

As for Murong Cheng's identity as the Patriarch, according to his words, as long as the retirement meeting is over, he will have nothing to do with the Huo Family.

She thought again that she would be eighteen years old next month.

Murong Cheng is looking forward to her turning eighteen years old. She has been looking forward to it for nearly two years. Now it is almost time for her to be happy.

Mu Zi could imagine the triumph and arrogance on his face.

Can't help but want to laugh.

"That bad guy, I can't let him get what he wants easily." Mu Zi smiled and thought to himself, "You have to make up a reason, lest he has to be a gangster on his birthday..."

The car drove into the boulevard, and at the end of the road is Mu’s house. Today, I don’t know what guests are coming to the house. There are two black Bentleys and two black Cadilla Crads parked outside the big iron gate. There are also a few more at the door. A bodyguard dressed in a black suit, guarding the periphery with a dignified manner, makes people subconsciously want to retreat.

Mu Zi glanced at the license plates of those cars.

It's from Jingling.