Chapter 1104： Silly

Murong Cheng gently hugged her, Mu Zi couldn't sleep deeply, and immediately woke up, she saw Murong Cheng's face and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

"Go to bed." Murong Cheng bowed his head and pasted her forehead, holding her to the bedroom upstairs.

Covering Mu Zi with a thin quilt, looking at her childish sleeping face, Murong Cheng's heart seemed to melt.

When he was not pregnant, he was very worried; now when he was pregnant, he was unavoidable.

It might be better later... it's still too hard to get pregnant.

Leaning over to kiss her, Murong Cheng got up and left, gently closing the door.

The bodyguard downstairs saw Murong Cheng come down and said, "I found out that it was a flower shop on Yufu Street. It was a cash transaction. There was only an empty phone number and no surveillance cameras nearby."

"Does the clerk have no impression?" Murong Cheng asked with a frown, "It should be rare to see customers buying black roses."

"It's a very sloppy old man." The bodyguard said hesitantly, "It should be a homeless man who was instructed by someone to buy flowers, paid the full amount, and the florist directly called the flower market to order."

"Is there any progress on the police side?" Murong Cheng asked again.

"No." The bodyguard shook his head. "The police officer He said that he has monitored several large flower markets near Jingling. Most of the flower shops in Jingling City go there to buy goods. Once someone orders black roses again , They will immediately access the surveillance video near the flower shop online, and street patrol officers are also on standby at any time."

Murong Cheng nodded slightly, his brows still not stretched.

Like Mu Zi, he was temporarily confused about the other's purpose.

It is almost impossible to attack Mu Zi. There is no shortage of people around her for 24 hours. Is it because of this that they send flowers from time to time, harass, intimidate, and make them mysterious?

No matter what, you can't take this guy lightly.

...

After Mu Zi slept for an hour, when he opened his eyes, Murong Cheng's face came into view.

She couldn't help smiling, and touched his face: "Why look at me all the time."

"It looks good." Murong Cheng asked, bowing her head and kissing her lips, "Are you getting up now? Do you want to drink water?"

Mu Zi blinked, "I am a little thirsty, there is no taste in my mouth... I want to drink coconut milk."

"Okay." Murong Cheng turned around and went downstairs, returning soon, holding a green coconut in his hand and a straw on his head.

Mu Zi curled up her lips: "Like Ding Dong."

Murong Cheng put the coconut in her hand and squeezed her face, "Can Tinker Bell make your belly bigger?"

"Hate, don't ruin my childhood." Mu Zi slapped his hand, angry and funny.

Murong Cheng stopped making trouble with her, and leaned against her on the bed with nothing to do. He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Mu Zi drank the coconut milk, and asked Murong Cheng, "Who do you think will be the person sending the flowers?"

This is the first time the two have talked about this topic directly.

Murong Cheng was a little surprised. He glanced at her, "What do you think?"

"At first I thought it was Mu Zening..." Mu Zi stared at the advertisement on the TV, "but later, I didn't feel like it."

"Why not?" Murong Cheng asked.

"Yu Yang said that the murderer's method of committing the crime was very neat, cutting his throat with a single knife, which was quite accurate." Mu Zi said, "Muzening does not have this level."

If it was shot and killed, Mu Zi would believe it, but with a knife... Mu Zening was really choking.

Murong Cheng said: "Don't forget, he is with Bai Jinyan, what kind of ghosts and snakes can't see him? Maybe a professional killer has been hired."

"Killer?" Mu Zi murmured, "Um...maybe."

At this time, a piece of news was suddenly broadcast on TV. In a street park in Xicheng District, Jingling, a woman was cut to death.

The screen shakes, and the camera captures the body bag placed on the stretcher, the blood-stained floor tiles, the scattered black roses, the crowd watching...

Mu Zi held his breath.