Chapter 202： Love words

In the bathroom, Mu Zishen took a bath in a daze.

She felt that after being born again, her life was like a comedy that was constantly reversed. She was happily watching a movie with her classmates at the first moment, and then was taken away by Murong Cheng to do this disgusting thing.

nausea.

It's really disgusting...

But besides being disgusting, I felt a little grateful, fortunate that Murong Cheng didn't really hurt her.

However, it was this subtle little luck psychologically that made her feel ashamed.

She felt that she was not promising, and even wondered if she was in the habit of being abused. Murong Cheng was so disgusting that she was still grateful because he had not broken his own film.

Perhaps this is what she fears the most-Murong Cheng is killing her will a little bit.

After the shower, Mu Zi stood still in front of the mirror, and saw traces of peach pink all over her body. The shame lingered around her body and it was difficult to dissipate.

She turned her gaze away and took another look.

When I came in just now, she didn't bring any clothes, and she didn't want to ask Murong Cheng to get them anymore. There was a set of clean bathrobes in the bathroom, which was generous and thick, which was enough to cover shame or keep warm.

Mu Zi walked out of the room wearing a bathrobe, smelling the scent of food.

Murong Cheng was placing lunch on the round table by the sofa.

Mu Zi only glanced at it, and he was sure that Murong Cheng made it by himself.

Because they are exactly the same as the dishes he learned last time. Only this time because of the rush of time, the puff pastry onion soup is missing.

Murong Cheng was the first and only man who could cook for her.

But thinking about what he did, Mu Zi couldn't be grateful, she even choked him coldly on purpose: "Isn't it more convenient to go directly to the hotel to open a room next time you need it? It's better to come to this wilderness and order a takeaway. No, you have to be tired to cook yourself."

Murong Cheng had just waited on Mu Zi's little hand for a while, and he was in a good mood at the moment, and he was not angry at the word.

He asked Mu Zi to sit on the sofa to have lunch, then took a dry towel and helped her wipe her wet hair.

Mu Zi is very hungry, and at the same time, she is also very angry, so she doesn't want to eat too much.

Murong Cheng's wiping action was gentle, careful and careful, as if he was worried that she might break a piece of her hair, wiping it very preciously.

Mu Zi became more frustrated.

She hated him for showing this affectionate look that could drown people after he went crazy. She would rather he be more bad, so that she can hate it thoroughly, hate it with confidence!

After Murong Cheng wiped her hair, he bowed his head and sniffed between her hair, saying, "It's very fragrant."

She used Murong Cheng's fragrance-free shampoo for men. Murong Cheng said it was very fragrant, which meant her.

Mu Zi suddenly felt that her anger and anger were meaningless, even if she was so angry, Murong Cheng still did her own way.

The tableware and food were in front of her. She had no appetite. Murong Cheng cut the steak into small pieces, but she was still unmoved.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Murong Cheng asked.

Murong Cheng's hello is definitely different from Mu Zi's hello. Mu Zi identified him as insignificant, and subconsciously associated it in the direction of insignificance, showing disgust on his face.

"Are you doing this to every woman?" Mu Zi frowned slightly, looking down at the food on the plate, "Then am I the most expensive one? Let you spend money to send the company, the villa, and now you have to You honoured to cook for me, Murong Cheng, what are you looking for?"

Slight pain in the forehead.

It was Murong Cheng who knocked on her forehead.

"Eat well and don't allow yin and yang to speak strangely." Murong Cheng said.

Mu Zi curled his lips, took a knife and fork and took a bite with a cold face.

She doesn't get angry, doesn't fight, doesn't wrong herself.

When Murong Cheng saw that she was finally willing to eat, he was a little relieved, and sat beside him quietly watching her eat.

After looking at it for a while, he said: "Zizi, don't try to distinguish between you and me. You belong to me. Even the food that fills your stomach is out of my own hands."

Mu Zisheng choked...

In this world, the words of love can be so creepy, so disgusting and perverted, I am afraid that only Murong Cheng is the only one.