Han Qi's father runs a securities company and is also a rich young master, not bad for money.

Mu Zi wanted to refuse, but the classmates all coaxed, and somehow, it became a group activity for the whole class.

Everyone discussed it with a smile, saying that when the mock test was over, they would slaughter Han Qi.

High school classes are intense, and now that the end of the semester is approaching, students are coping with various exams one after another, saying that they are going out to eat, but in fact, they are meeting to go out to relax.

Mu Zi can understand, and it is not good to spoil the fun at the moment, so she agreed to go with everyone.

……

Throughout the afternoon class, Mu Zi was absent-minded and in a trance.

After returning home from school, she walked to the door of the room and realized that she had been living in Murong Cheng's room.

…… It's time to move back.

She should get back to where she belongs.

Mu Zi packed up her things, clothes, bedding and pillows, and carried them back to her room in the same way.

When Bai Wei passed by, she saw it, "Huh", and asked, "Are you going to change back to the room?" ”

"Well, it's more comfortable to live in the original room." The smile on Mu Zi's face was very faint, so faint that it was negligible.

After moving all his belongings back, Mu Zi sat quietly by the bed, her mind precipitating.

I didn't think about many things before, and I didn't think there was anything, but now that I think about it, I find many clues.

She had witnessed Murong Cheng speaking on the phone in French twice.

Although I can't be sure of the content of the call, the French pronunciation is inherently tingened with a lingering tenderness, like a whispering love word.

This fiancée didn't come out of nowhere, but he always had.

When he pressed her to the bed, he was already the fiancé of another woman......

How ironic......

She spurned Qiao Jingjia for meddling in her marriage, but she invisibly became the same person-

A man who is willing to fall and does not see the light...... Love, woman.

Mu Zi remembered that Murong Cheng had learned to cook for himself, he had learned well, and the taste of cooking was also very good, but ...... Why is it French? Because of your fiancée, are you more familiar with French food?

And the last time I took a photo, I took pictures of the campus, I took pictures of couples' outfits, and even the love scene after marriage was taken, why didn't I take a wedding dress?

…… Did he never think about marrying her at all?

It's like that villa and bungalow, hidden in the middle of nowhere, like their relationship...... Sneaky and unsightly.

What the hell is she? Is she a foster thing?

Can't think about it anymore......

The more I think about it, the more it hurts.

Mu Zi closed her eyes, and she trembled.

The shame spread from the bottom of her heart, drowning her whole being, bringing the pain of drowning suffocation.

Grievance, anger, remorse, chagrin...... She was crushed and tormented by all the negativity, and she felt dirty!

Murong Cheng has a fiancée, he will get married in the future, have children, and become someone else's husband and father, she can't allow herself to fall into such an embarrassing situation, she must get rid of this man!

Get rid of him!

I can't stand it for a second!

Mu Zi turned on her phone and looked at those sweet photos again, how to look at it now reveals a sense of hypocrisy.

I wanted to delete it, but I didn't think it was necessary, this mobile phone was originally given to her by Murong Cheng.

Mu Zi gently put the phone on the table, and took out the key to the mid-mountain villa, as well as the pistol that Murong Cheng gave her. She didn't want any of his stuff.

When he turned to leave, he paused, raised his hand and untied the necklace around his neck, and put everything together.

Mu Zi left the room.

The moment she closed the door, she heard the click of the gears of the lock, and felt like a door in her heart...... Closed.