To go to Murong Cheng's lair, Mu Zi was frightened.

The car kept driving into the mountains.

With vast mountains and verdant trees, it is hard to imagine anyone living in such a wilderness.

As the car moved slowly along the winding road, Mu Zi finally saw a villa halfway up the mountain with a red roof and white walls, bathed in the brilliant autumn sun, as if shrouded in a layer of golden mist, hazy and dreamy.

Mu Zi was in a trance.

Once upon a time, she told Mu Zening that if you want to live on the mountainside, the house does not need to be too big, but there must be a big ginkgo tree outside the house. In late autumn, the golden leaves will spread all over the ground, like a paved. A soft and colorful carpet will not hurt even if you fall.

There is also a roof. There must be a terrace on the roof so that she can stay at home with nothing to do, watching the sunrise in the morning, the sunset in the evening, and the stars in the evening.

Mu Zening smiled and said, "Such a house is hard to find."

"If it's easy to find, it's not a dream." She replied with a smile.

The two negotiated, and if they saw a suitable house, they would buy it, but they were busy after the marriage and had no time to take care of it.

Mu Zi also thought about making enough money to invite someone to build a dream house on the mountain, but many things are easier to think of than to do.

To build a villa on the mountain, at least roads must be built first. Even if the roads are unobstructed, there are still electricity, water, and Internet access projects. After all, Mu Zi just yearns for nature, which does not mean she wants to live an isolated life.

This matter was put on hold, but she did not expect that today, she really saw the house almost exactly the same as her dream.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and Murong Cheng carried the luggage of the two in, and at the same time called Bai Wei.

When he lied, his face was not red and his heart beat, he opened his mouth and said that Mu Zi was about to take an exam, and took her out for a few days to relieve the pressure.

When Murong Cheng called, Mu Zi stood in the courtyard outside and looked at the house.

The villa feels brand new, with white walls, round arch windows and corner stone masonry, and unknown vines and flowers growing in the corners, elegant and warm.

She raised her head and looked at the ginkgo tree next to her.

At this time, before late autumn, the ginkgo leaves were mixed with yellow and green, and only a shallow layer of fallen leaves on the ground.

...Is it a coincidence?

"Come in." Murong Cheng had finished the call, he walked over to hold Mu Zi's hand, and led her into the room.

A small brass bell hung on the door, and the door opened, the bell jingled, and the sound was light and sweet.

Mu Zi felt that trance feeling stronger...

She seemed to be brought into a dream world by Murong Cheng.

He led her to the second floor and came to the room where the two of them shared. As soon as the ivory white wardrobe opened, it was covered with clothes, half his and half hers.

A picture of her hung on the wall, an unopened lady's skin care product was placed on the dressing table, and two slippers were under the bed.

What's more rare is that there is a bird's nest basket hanging from the hanger beside the door, which is obviously for the little crow.

Regardless of Murong Cheng's perverted obsceneness, he was kind to her, meticulous and considerate everywhere.

"This is our home." Murong Cheng embraced her from behind, with his chin resting on the top of her hair, intimidating, "Do you like it?"

Mu Zi heard her heartbeat.

Bang Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang...

There is a faint warm current, flowing in the heart...

She stared at everything in the room blankly, her eyes a little empty.

Seeing that she was staying, Murong Cheng couldn't help but laugh, and kissed her on the cheek, "Why, am I moved?"

Mu Zi suddenly recovered.

"No!" She was slightly annoyed, but her face became hot unconsciously.