Chapter 69 Pampering

Mu Zi warily followed Murong Cheng to his hotel room.

 Along the way, she did not encounter half a shadow, only Murong Cheng and his entourage around her.

 Although she was relieved, she was also more certain in her heart: Murong Cheng was someone she couldn't afford to mess with.

 However, being rational is one thing, but being so angry that she jumped to her feet is another.

 In the shower, Murong Cheng's tall figure leaned on the bathroom door, with no intention of leaving.

 Mu Zi was so angry that she cursed, "Rascal! Get out!"

 "The bathtub is slippery, I'm afraid you'll fall." He replied, his eyes flashing with laughter.

 Mu Zi directly took the pouf and drenched him with water.

 He laughed and went out.

 The frosted glass door of the bathroom was vigorously closed by Mu Zi, making a "bang" sound.

 Murong Cheng heard her curse inside: "Pervert!"

 Mu Zi scolded him many times, but every time he was regarded as flirting, as ... some kind of fun.

 Murong Cheng gladly enjoyed it.

 Mu Zi out of the bath, draped in cream-colored silk bathrobe, clothes slightly larger, hem empty, soft curves hidden through, Murong Cheng's eyes will be a little straight ...

 In fact, this look, he really has a few points of what Wang Zhan said demented temperament, but the face value is too high, so that even if the flow of demented, will only make people feel deeply focused, handsome as a man.

 Mu Zi also ignored him, took a dry towel, sat straight on the edge of the bed to wipe his hair.

 Moisture dense skin glistening delicate, through the charming pink, and slightly wet ink black hair interactive contrast, like ink painting like Qingmei absolute dust.

 Murong could not bear it, pressed her on the bed and kissed her hard.

 Mu Zi struggled to no avail, her strength was not as good as his, so she could only cry out loudly, "You don't count your words! You said you wouldn't touch me!"

 "I didn't touch you." Murong Cheng's tone was surprisingly quite aggrieved.

 I think what he thinks of as "touch" is slightly different from what Mu Zi understands as "touch."...

 ...

 Wang Zhan stood outside the door of the room, hearing the girl shouting and cursing inside, and then hearing the girl crying, his heart was pounding.

 When he went in later, did he have to collect the girl's body?

 Dare to scold Master Rong, she is the first one! ... Daring to hit Master Rong, she is also the first one.

 Wang Zhan didn t miss the crisp slap on the car.

 He almost thought at that time that Murong Cheng would shoot the other party! But not long after, he heard Murong Cheng letting out a low laugh in the back again.

 That's weird. ...

 Could it be that Master Rong never touches women just because he likes such fiery ones?

 Worthy of being Master Rong, his taste is so unique, it's so exciting.

 The door to the room suddenly opened, Wang Zhan was startled, he hurriedly held the clothes in his hand, "Master, the clothes you wanted!"

 Murong Cheng ordered, "Go get a nail clipper and bring it over, as well as anti-inflammatory topical medicine."

 Ha?

 "... Nail clippers?" Wang Zhan couldn't react, what kind of please fun was this playing?

 "Her nails are broken and bleeding." Murong Cheng's expression was a bit annoyed, and he simply said, "Forget it, you can just bring the medical kit over."

 "Master, your face ...," Wang Zhan cautiously reminded.

 The slap in the car had left a shallow blood mark on Murong Cheng's face, cat-scratch-like.

 Shouldn't he take care of this honorable and extraordinary handsome face before thinking about cutting his nails?

 "Hurry up." Murong Cheng threw down two words and dryly closed the door of the room.

 Wang Zhan: "..."

 Stunned for a few seconds, he once again heard curses coming from the room-

 "I want to change my clothes, you get out!"

 "I'll help you change."

 "Shameless! ... Don't touch me!"

 Wang Zhan's heart and liver trembled again.

 This woman, not ordinary na ...