Todos los capítulos de Young master, your wife is reborn again: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Murong Cheng took Mu Zi to his other private residence.     It was a European-style manor, incomparably luxurious and magnificent, and heavily guarded.     Mu Zi mood depressed, not in the mood to appreciate.     The car drove into the solemn tall wall, along the tarred road and drove for a few minutes, before finally came to the manor castle front door.     Murong Cheng did not wait for Mu Zi to get off the car, his long arm picked her up, directly holding her stride into.     He carried Mu Zi up the stairs with a quick stride.     Mu Zi was so dizzy in his arms that she didn't even have time to look at her surroundings, only to hear the door of her room being unceremoniously kicked open by him, and in the next instant she was thrown into the velvet quilt.     She struggled to sit up, grabbed the soft silk satin pillow haphazardly, and smashed it towards the

She couldn't eat any more.     Murong Cheng also did not force it.     He held Mu Zi on the sofa, ruffled her hair, pinched her ears, and played with her little hands, and when he realized that her nails were growing again, he got up and went to get nail clippers to help her cut her nails.     After cutting her fingernails, then her toenails.     Mu Zi has just finished her bath, her little feet are white as jade, her toes are like a tightly packed pink pearl, very cute.     Murong Cheng cut very carefully, lest the sharp edge hurt her tender skin.     Mu Zi couldn't stand his caring demeanor.     When he bullied her, she hated his teeth.     When he was nice to her, she would get annoyed again.     "When will you let me go?" Mu Zi asked him.     She wanted to go home, but Murong Cheng mistook her for want

--Round head, fat belly, short legs.     Although it was cute, but riding on it no matter what felt funny, as if it was a contraption to coax children.     Mu Zi rode on the horse, her face red with anger, feeling that she was tricked by Murong Cheng!     Especially when Murong Cheng came back after running a lap, dashing and handsome stopped in front of her, Mu Zi realized that her height was only up to the black horse's belly, she was so angry that she clenched her teeth.     It was too much!     "No more riding!" She indignantly got off the small dwarf horse.     Murong Cheng laughed on the horse, "Don't you look at it as small, it's worth a lot more than this horse I'm riding."     "This is a horse for a child to ride!" Mu Zi said angrily.     Murong Cheng laughed cheerfully, "Aren't you a child? You're only sixteen."   &nbs

The fruit is squeezed into juice, it is a beautiful pinkish-purple color, feeling enchanting.     Mu Zi drank two cups in a row, so Murong Cheng did not allow her to drink any more, for fear that she would spoil her stomach.     Mu Zi quietly obeyed him and continued to go do her homework, when all the homework was done, she casually took a book, leaned against the bed and started to read, the whole person appeared to be very calm.     Her mood today was a bit strange, Murong Cheng had already noticed it, he just couldn't understand why her mood changed.     Sometimes unusually well-behaved, sometimes inexplicably furious, temperamental, so people can't figure it out.     When riding a horse, she was clearly still happy, and suddenly got angry and wanted to dismount.     When she wanted to eat the pomegranate, she was obviously unhappy, but after squeezing the juice, she seeme

Rather than Murong assuming that she had nightmares about seeing the bloody scene and purposely covering it with the quilt, Mu Zi was still stunned.     Not because of this sudden assassination, not because of the vicious killer, only because she finally and completely understood what kind of person Murong Cheng really was.     His life was bloodshed, killing, and endless deaths of you and me. Even if he wasn't a promiscuous person, he was never a good match for her.     She should stay far away from him!     Mu Zi was chilled to the bone.     The sounds of fighting and killing outside subsided, someone turned on the room's overhead light, and under the bright light, all the tragic situations appeared in minute detail.     Murong Cheng's beautiful bodyguard walked in, lightly wounded, with specks of blood on the corner of his lips, his expression as cold as ever.