Chapter 222 His Birthday

Qiao Jingjia could almost be considered the biggest suspect in Mu Zi's murder, but Mu Zi hadn't been able to determine her motive for the killing.

 Now that she had learned of this clue from Mayor Qiao, everything seemed to make sense.

 So ... Qiao Jingjia was trying to get the mayor's approval, coupled with her love for Mu Zenin, and so she poisoned her?

 Mu Zi silently pondered.

 If it really was Qiao Jingjia ...

 If it was really her, Mu Zi would not kill her.

 Taking a life for a life was the least hateful method, Mu Zi only wanted Qiao Jingjia to be ambushed and confess. Let the world know this woman's ugliness and hypocrisy, see through her, spit on her, dislike her!

 In this way, it can be considered a great revenge, not in vain rebirth.

 Mu Zi went home with something on her mind.

 Walking into the door, she heard Bai Wei humming a song, murmuring and lingering, a little ancient rhyme, I do not know where the ballad.

 Bai Wei seems to be in a particularly good mood today.

 "Zi Zi is back." Bai Wei saw her come in and greeted her with a smile, "Just in time to help me see, which cake looks better?"

 Saying this, she handed out the booklet in her hand, on top of which were the patterns of various cakes.

 Mu Zi received it in her hand and asked curiously, "Mom, you're ordering a cake?"

 Bai Wei shook her head with a smile, "Your brother is about to celebrate his birthday, I want to make a cake with my own hands."

 Mu Zi was slightly stunned, she didn't know Murong Cheng's birthday.

 Whirling around, she thought, November's birthday ah ... Scorpion man, really is a species that can not be messed with.

 "Men generally don't love sweet and greasy cakes, right?" Mu Zi casually flipped two pages and proposed, "Mom, why don't we make longevity noodles for my brother? Longevity noodles have a good meaning, he'll definitely love them."

 Bai Wei hesitates slightly, then smiles brightly, "Well, good, then let's make longevity noodles!"

 She collected the cake atlas and cheerfully went to flip through the recipes, intending to study how to make an extraordinary bowl of longevity noodles.

 Mu Zi sighed in relief.

 Murong Cheng hadn't been back for a long time, and she was really worried that on her birthday, Bai Wei would be sad and disappointed if she couldn't see her son.

 Making a cake is too troublesome, no one to eat is also a waste, not as convenient as longevity noodles, Mu Zi felt that she was for Bai Wei's good.

 She was about to go upstairs, the other end of the flip recipe Bai Wei suddenly asked: "Zi Zi, what gift are you going to send to your brother?"

 Mu Zi: "..."

 How about sending a shooting star? Let him fly straight out of the earth.

 "Didn't think about it, tomorrow ... I'll go shopping on the street and see." Mu Zi barely pulled out a smile.

 Was there anyone else who was more harboring and suffocating than her? Being bullied and humiliated, in the end, she still had to prepare gifts for the other party.

 Just thinking like this, thoughts unconsciously flew back to Murong Cheng ... wondering when he would return.

 Mu Zi does not want to think about him, but can not help herself, she now even sleeps in the bed is Murong Cheng's.

 Otherwise, go back to your own room?

 ... Her body has long since recovered, and the window of her room has also been repaired, but when she thinks of the fact that someone once climbed through that window and fell to his death underneath it, she is so diaphragmatic that she does not want to go back to her original room.

 Forget it, just make do for one more night.

 The chilly night of late fall, vaguely has the breath of cold winter.

 Mu Zi opened the air conditioning, the room is as warm as spring, she lay down on the bed, her body fell into the soft velvet quilt, found the most comfortable position, slowly fell asleep.

 The next day, another new day.

 Mu Zi woke up and washed as usual, wearing her school uniform, dressed as if she was going to school.

 Just didn't ask the family's driver to send her, but went to the door and sat in someone else's car.

 Qu Ming Jun in the driver's seat, handed Mu Zi a bulging paper bag from the front, "Here you go, what you want."