Chapter 810 Consolation

When he woke up, Gu Liang was sitting beside the hospital bed,

Muzi was dumbfounded, and then all the things came rushing to her mind, she remembered those news, and also remembered the photo she saw before she fainted——

She would not mistake that piece of fabric.

Murong Cheng specially prepared an old-fashioned and rich cardigan, and she was deeply impressed. The clothes were extremely top-notch, even the buttons were inlaid with turquoise, and the borders were gorgeous and exquisite, showing exquisiteness everywhere.

Mu Zi couldn't bear it any longer, her tears instantly flowed like a waterfall, she sat on the bed and cried bitterly! Hoarse!

Is Murong Cheng still alive?

Even his clothes were blown to pieces, is it possible for him to be alive?

She has always known that this man is full of evil, doing evil, dealing with those tigers and wolves every day, and he will definitely not end well in the future! It's like every head of the Huo family died unexpectedly!

She worried about this time and time again, and took the guilt for it time and time again, and finally one day Murong Cheng told her that he was going to be a good person, she was so happy that she couldn't help herself, and her heart became relieved.

But now she regrets it!

If the price of washing his hands is so terrible, she would rather he be the villain he was before! Be a heinous villain! It's better than losing your life for nothing now!

Gu Liang stepped forward to caress her back, she cried in pain, her shoulders twitched so badly, Gu Liang didn't even dare to touch her much.

"He won't die." Mu Zi cried until she was exhausted, her eyes were covered with layers of black mist, her consciousness gradually lost, she heard Gu Liang keep calling her name softly.

But the sound is getting farther and farther away...

She couldn't hear clearly and didn't want to hear it.

In a daze, I remembered what Murong Cheng told her on the phone, even if what I saw with my own eyes, it might not be true...

Was he implying that she should not believe the news? Don't trust that bloody cloth? Or...don't trust Gu Liang?

Mu Zi was in extreme grief, lost her clarity of mind, and had a dark guess in her heart: Murong Cheng was well aware of Huo Zheng's intentions, it was impossible not to be on guard, and even if Huo Zheng wanted to deal with Murong Cheng, he would not be able to kill everyone on the yacht. Man, so, who the hell made the yacht blow up?

Why can't it be Gu Liang? After the explosion, the Huo family suffered heavy losses, didn't the Gu family happen to be on top?

Murong Cheng said, tell her not to believe anyone, could this be Gu Liang?

When her consciousness was blurred, she felt that there were many people in the ward, and a cold liquid was poured into her skin, and Mu Zi fell into a drowsy sleep.

She saw Murong Cheng in her sleep. He was wearing a retro-style satin cardigan, sitting in a yellow rosewood chair, with a large maroon brocade pillow behind him, holding a sky-blue Ru porcelain teacup in his hand. The eyebrows smiled evilly, flirtatious and extremely handsome.

He scolded her in his dream, his tone of contempt and disgust was as usual, but his eyes were doting: "Are you a pig? You believe what others say, huh?"

...

When she woke up again, Mu Zi calmed down a lot.

Lying flat on the bed, she saw Gu Liang guarding the bedside, and said softly, "Young Master Gu, you have worked so hard to make this trip, don't worry, I'm fine now."

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been gritted.

Gu Liang said: "Zizi, everything will pass, you are still young, and there is still a long way to go."

It sounded like he was trying to comfort her.

Mu Zi shook her head, her tone was very calm: "He's not dead, Young Master Gu, thank you for taking care of me, but you really don't need to bother to comfort me anymore, a piece of rag can't explain anything, I won't be confused again."

When she cried so hard that she fainted, Gu Liang was really worried that she would not be able to hold on, but now that she finally calmed down, Gu Liang was even more worried.

It's like a drunk person saying he's not drunk, like a crazy person saying he's not crazy.

To be sad to the extreme, is to die like ashes.