Chapter 1050： Merry Christmas

Wang Zilong has no feelings for beautiful clothes, but Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan are very surprised.

Sewing the dress is very time-consuming. It can be seen that Zhuang Jia has been preparing for this early, and Zhuang Jia has prepared not only the dress, but also the exquisite mask that matches the dress.

"It's beautiful!" Mu Zi was extremely happy.

The mask and gown that Zhuang Jia prepared for her were purple. The hollowed-out areas of the eyes were decorated with rhinestones, and the patterns were enchanting. The feathers flying diagonally on both sides were slightly longer, making the eyes elongated, like a purple fox.

Mu Zi touched the mask and looked at the clothes again, loving it.

Jiang Zhinuan's dress is lake green, full of fairy spirit, and very beautiful.

Zhuang Jia himself is a set of orange.

Xu is preparing for the makeup party. The colors of these dresses are bold and bright. If you wear them in normal times, you will feel exaggerated, but they are particularly suitable in such a colorful noise.

There was still a set of bright red dress in the suitcase. Wang Zilong grabbed it and glanced, his face turned blue, and said, "I can't wear this."

Zhuang Jia laughed: "You want to be beautiful. This is for sister Jiang Ci, but she didn't come."

Wang Zilong was immediately dissatisfied: "There is no mine?"

Zhuang Jia ignored him, pulled Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan in high spirits, and the three girls went to change their clothes.

But for a moment, three fairies appeared in front of Wang Zilong.

Wang Zilong looked at Jiang Zhi's warm eyes at first, and then his eyes fell on Mu Zi, and his throat rolled down with nervousness.

Dressed like this, will Master Rong...

——Boom!

Without waiting for him to think, a few fireworks exploded in the sky, brilliant and colorful.

The girls all yelled, "So pretty!!!"

Wang Zilong only felt that he was going to be deaf.

When the yacht drew ashore, a group of people came to the streets, and there were crowds of carnivals everywhere!

Everyone on the street is wearing fancy clothes, either wearing masks or painting on their faces, and the whole city is singing and laughing, almost boiling!

Mu Zi has never experienced such excitement.

They were crowded and lively in the crowd, and the oncoming people, whether they knew it or not, would say: "Merry Christmas!"

They immediately responded: "Merry Christmas."

In short, everyone is beaming.

Zhuang Jia shouted in Mu Zi's ear: "Does your husband know you are coming?"

Of course Murong Cheng knew, but he didn't know the specific time, because Mu Zi still had fun with his friends, and could not decide when to find him.

Zhuang Jia jokingly said: "Can he recognize you dressed like this?"

Mu Zi didn't answer, only an expanding smile on his face.

I thought to myself: Shouldn't it?

The mask blocked most of her face, only the lower jaw was exposed, which was difficult to identify.

Including Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan in front of them, if Mu Zi knew in advance that one of them was wearing orange and the other wearing green, she would not be able to tell.

After Zhuang Jia molested Mu Zi, she went to molest Wang Zilong: "If I want to change Zhi Nuan, can you recognize it?"

Fearing that she would play a prank, Wang Zilong immediately grasped Jiang Zhinuan's hand tightly, "Don't be fooling around! There are so many people on the street, if you don't recognize it, what should you do if everyone gets separated!"

The girls all laughed and laughed awkwardly.

A group of strangely dressed people came to face each other, wearing colorful masks, and people on both sides passed by, sending out blessings one after another.

"Merry Christmas!"

"……Merry Christmas!"

Everyone was laughing and laughing, and Mu Zi was also happy. She was about to say Merry Christmas when a black man wearing a mask at the back of the line suddenly took her hand.

Mu Zi was surprised.

Before she could react, the other party had already kissed gently on the back of her hand: "Merry Christmas."

The voice was low and lazy, as if coming across the river, surging and cold, but not emotional.

Mu Zi seemed to be frozen.

Little by little, she twisted her neck very slowly and looked over the crowd, but she could no longer see the person.

...Is it an illusion?

Why do you think that is Mu Zening?