--The school year started in September, and the blue sky was cloudless.     The entrance to the campus was full of students and parents.     The school arranged for the senior students to welcome the new students, Jiang Zhinuan saw Mu Zi in the crowd and waved desperately, "Zi Zi!"     Mu Zi also saw her and happily walked over.     "Come on, I'll show you around and familiarize you with the environment!" Jiang Zhinuan intimately took Mu Zi's arm, compared to at home, Jiang Zhinuan in school was a bit more lively.     Gerry International School is very large, there is not only the library with the largest collection of books, there is also the most advanced equipment of the science exhibition hall, just the school cafeteria, there are different areas such as Chinese, Japanese, American, French, etc., which is convenient for different nationalities of students to eat, the most popular, is the Ch

Prince Long, who is it again?     Associated with the fact that all of these students in Gerry's school are either rich or noble, Mu Zi hesitantly asked, "Is Prince Long ...... the son of any high ranking official?"     Jiang Zhinuan shook her head, "The point is not his parents, but his uncle."     "What is his uncle?"     Jiang Zhinuan and Zhuang Jia's expressions were deliberate as they told her, "Prince Long's uncle, is the grand steward of the Huo family in Jinzhou!"     Mu Zi felt like she seemed to understand ......     And again, she doesn't seem to understand ......     "If the Huo family head is the emperor of Jinzhou, what do you think Prince Long's uncle is?" Zhuang Jia asked her.     Mu Zi was a little unsure, "Chancellor?"     Zhuang Jia shook her head.     Mu Zi frowned, "...... Jin Yi Wei?"

On Fridays, cars come and go in front of the campus after school.     A reporter once joked that standing for a few minutes in front of Gerry's school is more lively than watching a car show.     The cars that come here to pick up and drop off students are all luxury cars worth millions of dollars, all types, everything.     For example, the Camaro Bumblebee that Prince Long drove today was completely customized according to the original Transformers movie, a limited edition that was definitely worth collecting!     "Boss, even the chariot has been driven out, this is going down the drain!" The little brother next to him flattered.     Prince Long grunted and took out a large bunch of roses from the backseat, red, orange, red, green, blue and purple in every color.     Gathering so many different colors of roses was obviously costly, but together they were indescribably vulgar

Mu Zi stared blankly at the English letters that the other party was pointing at.     How could it be him ......     She had expected to find out about a certain waiter.     --Qiao Jingjia had paid for a murderer in order to destroy some evidence, or to marry into the Mu family.     Such reasoning made sense.     But why was it him? Mu Rongxuan.     She and Mu Rongxuan had no grudges, why would he want to harm her?     Mu Zi couldn't figure it out.     On the way back, Mu Zi kept thinking about this matter.     Perhaps her face was too ugly, Wang Zhan, who was driving, turned back frequently, "Ms. Mu, do you ...... want it to be okay?"     Mu Zi came back to her senses and barely smiled, "I'm fine, thanks."     She just couldn't figure out what Mu Rongxuan's motive was.   &nb

Not waiting for Mu Zi to scream in shock, she was already hugged by the man behind her.     "Newly issued school uniform?" Murong Cheng asked intimately.     "Are you crazy?!" Mu Zi was shocked and turned back violently, "This is a ladies fitting room!"     As if Murong Cheng didn't hear, he lowered his head and pinched her skirt with interest to judge, "It's a bit shorter."     Mu Zi was almost scared to death by him!     "Get out!"     She pushed Murong Cheng, but was pressed against the mirror, her warm skin pressed against to the cold hard surface of the mirror, provoking a shudder.     Mu Zi did not dare to breathe, lowered her voice and scolded him, "You're killing me! Get out get out, hurry up and get out!"     Murong Cheng, however, was in a good mood, with the pleasure of a small farewell in his demeanor.     His h