"Ask him what to do?" Murong Cheng became wary, squinting his eyes to look at Mu Zi, "Are you concerned about his whereabouts?"
Mu Zi was speechless when he saw his face changed.
She felt that there were only two things in Murong Cheng's life, one is to be a hooligan, and the other is to be jealous... jealous forever.
"I just think it's weird." Mu Zi explained, "He went to my school before he left, and asked me to say some weird things, and then he didn't know where to go. Where did he go and what he was going to do, don't you? Curious?"
"He went to find you?" Murong Cheng's eyes became more dangerous, "Does he often go to school to find you?"
Mu Zi: "..."
It feels that the focus of the two people's attention is quite different.
"...Forget it." Mu Zi was discouraged, lowered his head to read, not wanting to waste time in communication.
But Murong Cheng refused to give up, and gently picked up the book in her hand, not allowing her to read it again.
Murong Cheng has a deep sense of crisis. He used to guard Mu Zi tightly, staring at people eagerly, wishing to stay in sight for 24 hours. Later, the relationship between the two has progressed, and he is not so exaggerated to check the post.
It wasn't that he didn't cherish the hand, but because, first, Mu Zi didn't like to be monitored at all times; second, after sensing Mu Zi's heart, Murong Cheng felt a little more at ease and a little more confident.
Only when people are extremely insecure and extremely unconfident, will they hold their partner tightly in their hands, for fear that if they are not paying attention, they will run away with others.
This anxious state of mind stems from not only self-confidence, but also from lack of confidence in your partner.
Murong Cheng believed that Mu Zi had him in his heart, but he was still sensitive when it came to Mu Zening.
"What did he say to you?" Murong Cheng stared at Mu Zi sternly, his eyes full of scrutiny, "I made a special trip to say goodbye to you, or do you want to elope with you?"
Mu Zi's eyes were about to roll through the sky.
"He took me to elope, can he run away?" Mu Zi was speechless.
Murong Cheng smiled and rubbed her hair, "Yes, pretty self-aware."
Mu Zi curled his lips and snatched his book from him, not wanting to pay attention to him.
Murong Cheng picked up the fruit platter on the table, tasted two bites, and found that it tasted good. He picked them up and fed them into Mu Zi's mouth.
The sun was shining from the lush branches and leaves, casting a little bit of golden light, and two people under the tree ate one and the other fed. The atmosphere was not bad.
Murong Cheng saw her cheeks bulging from eating, he couldn't help but poked, causing Mu Zi to stare.
Her fierce look was vivid and more lovely in Murong Cheng's eyes.
Murong Cheng put down the fruit, wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue, and then leaned on the wicker chair like her, with her slender legs resting on the table.
Mu Zi reads, Murong Cheng reads Mu Zi.
After a while, Mu Zi couldn't turn over a page. She raised her eyes to look at him in annoyance, "Can't you go back to the house? You stay here, I can't enter a word."
"Then don't look at it." Murong Cheng smiled, holding Mu Zi's hand in his palm, leaning back comfortably, "Let's talk for a while."
Mu Zi had a guilty conscience, took the sun-proof shawl on the back of the chair and covered it with the hands held by the two.
Murong Cheng felt that her actions were too much to cover up, and wanted to make fun of her. Seeing her eyes dodge, she seemed to be really afraid of being seen, so she couldn't help but feel softened.
"Zi Zi, have you ever thought about finding your original parents?" Murong Cheng asked her suddenly.
Mu Zi was stunned for a while, but did not answer immediately.
"It shouldn't be difficult to find out the identity of your biological mother, but your father doesn't seem to be from Qingjiang, so it may be a bit troublesome." Murong Cheng said, "If we can find him, we can have an open and honest relationship in the future."