Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

She remembered Mu Zening's expression in the hospital, and she could see that this incident had caused a great blow to Mu Zening today.

Now Mu Rongxuan is unconscious in the ICU ward, and Mrs. Mu is dead. No one knows what the truth is, but their speculations are probably true, because Murongxuan’s performance at the time was really incompatible. It's common sense.

Mu Zi thought again: Mu Zening must want to know his life experience more than anyone else, should he give him these photos?

She hesitated.

These photos can't actually prove what Mrs. Mu and Mu Rongxuan have had. It can only be seen that the relationship between the two is ambiguous. Will Mu Zening feel a bit of a stumbling block at this moment?

Moreover, holding the ambiguous picture of his mother in the hands of others will cause damage to his self-esteem.

Mu Zi thought for a while, and decided to destroy the photo.

The exposure of the photo was nothing more than two results, either to arouse even greater resentment from Mu Zening, or to make the Mu family's situation worse.

No need to stay anymore.

She went downstairs carrying the box and met Murong Cheng.

"Where to go?" Murong Cheng asked.

"Burn something." Mu Zi didn't hide from him, opening a corner of the lid to let him see the contents.

Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows, put on his jacket and went out with her.

The two of them looked for a pile of dead leaves by the garden lake, Murong Cheng lit the fire, and Mu Zi threw in the photos one by one.

During the period, Murong Cheng looked through the photos roughly, his eyes were obscure, and he couldn't see whether it was sad or angry.

Mu Zi stared at his face and asked softly, "Have you... ever thought of her? I mean... that Mu Zi, your sister."

Murong Cheng laughed sharply and rubbed her head, "Why, I'm afraid I will be sad?"

Mu Zi coughed uncomfortably, and said: "It's your sister after all..."

"Actually, it doesn't feel much." Murong Cheng looked at the flames in front of him, and whispered back, "When Mu Zi was born, I was eight years old, and immediately after his father Mu passed away, Luo Junqi came back to grab the family property. I changed from the precious little young master. Becoming a suspicious wild species, days turned upside down, where can I take care of a baby in a swaddling baby? By the time Mu Zi was eight years old, I was sixteen years old, and I went to France alone, and there was no interaction with her."

She was a little sad when she heard it.

Although she has not been loved by her parents since she was a child, she has a grandmother. Compared with Murongcheng, her childhood happiness is much simpler.

Mu Zi didn't speak, leaning his head lightly on Murong Cheng's shoulder.

The cold wind blew, and the burned ashes rolled and shattered in the wind, and the remaining firelight flickered.

Murong Cheng said: "You haven't experienced those days, and you probably won't understand. When Ruan Li came to defect, Father Mu was already very ill. His mother had to take care of both Father Mu and Ruan Li, who was emotionally injured, and was so busy. Knowing that the old man was dying, Luo Junqi deliberately ran back to fight for the family property. All the bad things were crowded together. At this time, Ruan Li committed suicide.

Yes, I know she has depression and deserves sympathy, but people are selfish. Ruan Li committed suicide and got rid of it. What should my mother do? My mother has to take care of her funeral, raise children for her, and blame herself for her death all her life! "

The eight-year-old boy already knows how to feel sorry for his mother.

Seeing Bai Wei suffering, Murong Cheng couldn't feel close to the child left by Ruan Li. Coupled with Bai Wei's excessive preference for Mu Zi, Murong Cheng, who was eight or nine years old, became even more disgusted with this sister.