Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Murong Cheng drove her out.

Mu Zi didn't bother to ask where his destination was, and started to doze after getting in the car.

After the car drove on the main road, the trees on both sides of the green belt were covered with bright and colorful lights. There were Christmas music faintly fluttering in the streets and alleys, and occasionally they encountered red lights. A couple of lovers walked by the zebra crossing in front of him, Murong Cheng suddenly felt relieved.

On such a festival, driving on a road with bright lights and carrying your beloved woman in the car, everything is so appropriate and good.

Murong Cheng's heart seemed to be touching, and he subconsciously held Mu Zi's hand and kissed it gently on his lips.

Mu Zi's hands were very soft, frail and boneless, as delicate and tender as a piece of tender tofu. Murong Cheng only kissed him, and there was an urge to eat her whole with this hand.

He kissed and kissed, so that Mu Zi could not be disturbed in his sleep, muttered something in his mouth, and pulled his hand back.

Murong Cheng looked at her childish sleep and couldn't help laughing.

The car passes through the downtown area, enters the airport expressway, and finally arrives at the airport.

Mu Zi followed Murong Cheng on his private jet, and after a two-and-a-half-hour flight, he arrived in Beibin City, thousands of miles away.

Beibin City has the reputation of being the capital of ice and snow, and the shadowy and fragile snowflakes in Qingjiang City are not worth mentioning like drizzle here.

Mu Zi looked at the silver-clad metropolis in front of him, and couldn't help being dumb, saying: Murong Cheng is really getting crazy...

Murong Cheng took her to the large square in the center of Beibin City.

There is a lot of noise here, and the bright street lights are shining on the thick snow, the snow white is crystal clear, and it is extremely dazzling.

A maze of ice blocks is built, and the center of the square becomes an ice skating rink. Ice sculptures of snowmen of various shapes stand around, hung with colorful lights and decorative balls.

Countless young men and women gathered here, they reveled and laughed loudly.

"Murongcheng..." Mu Zi didn't know what to say, "Today is the day of death, are you sure you want to..."

In her tone, the blame was minimal, but she was surprised.

"After zero o'clock, it is no longer the anniversary of death." Murong Cheng held her hand, his voice overflowing with tenderness, "Zi Zi, no one here knows me, and no one knows you, don't be afraid."

There is no need to worry about assassinations and assassinations, nor do they have to worry about sibling status, they can let go of their hands and feet and have fun.

Murong Cheng even prepared her outfit for playing with snow, a super long down coat that can be wrapped from head to toe, plus a hat, gloves, and scarf.

After Mu Zi put it on, she felt like a soft and plump big bun...

She wanted to say that even if someone here knows them, it doesn't matter. If you dress like this, anyone who can recognize her face is still capable!

Murong Cheng pulled her to the maze, but Mu Zi refused, for fear that she would not be able to get out if she was trapped inside, and she was frozen inside for nothing.

Murong Cheng dragged her to go skating again, but Mu Zi still refused. She even had difficulty walking in such a way.

She pushed him disgustingly: "Go skate by yourself, don't make trouble with me."

Then she found a stone pier outside the skating area and sat down, half of her face hidden behind the scarf, her hands in the sleeves, she was warm, watching the people in the skating rink laugh or fall.

There was laughter around her, which infected her emotions, and Mu Zi was in a good mood. After watching for a while, her eyebrows were unknowingly bent.

Not far away, a girl accidentally fell while skating. Her boyfriend reached out to help her, and the two fell to the snow-covered ground.

Mu Zi thought: It must be painful, right?

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, a little happy.

It's just...Where did Murong Cheng go?