Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life (Mu Shao, Your Wife Is Born Again)

The night was calm.

Mu Zi slept enough, opened his eyes, and saw the bright sunshine outside from the gaps in the curtains, white particles slowly flying in the orange-gold beam, everything was quiet and warm.

It’s so good without Murong Cheng…

She stretched her arms, got up happily, and then moved away the same vases and chairs blocking the door.

After washing, she went downstairs to have breakfast.

At the dinner table, Bai Wei looked at Mu Zi, with emotion on her face that there was a young woman in my family: “My Zizi has grown up and is getting more and more beautiful.”

Mu Zi smiled and replied: “I’m still young, my mother is the most beautiful.”

This is Mu Zi’s truth, not a flattery.

Half of Murong Cheng’s good skin is inherited from Bai Wei. Bai Wei’s appearance is extremely beautiful and moving. She is in her 50s, but she looks like she is in her early thirties. Even her figure is graceful and graceful like a girl, without any trace of time. It is definitely the object of envy and jealousy of women.

If it hadn’t been for this time, Mu Zi would have some understanding of this mother, otherwise she would definitely doubt whether Bai Wei had undergone cosmetic surgery such as photorejuvenation, skin lift and wrinkle removal.

Bai Wei was happily coaxed by her daughter, and said with a smile: “Mom is old, so she can talk about beauty.”

She took out a bank card from her bag and handed it to Mu Zi, her eyes full of love, “Come on, here you are.”

Mu Zi was drinking the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and took it, feeling a little dazed.

Bai Wei said: “My mother has already saved the tuition and living expenses for you, and I will deposit a living expenses here regularly every month.”

“…” Mu Zi looked at Bai Wei in surprise.

Where does Bai Wei get so much money? !

Although she was once favored by Mrs. Mu, after the death of Mrs. Mu, she was exploited and humiliated by Mrs. Mu in the past ten years, and there shouldn’t be much left!

…Take ten thousand steps back, even if Bai Wei saves some savings under Mrs. Mu’s eyelids, that is also her pension money and the foundation of her life! Instead of spending it for her son, she pays the tuition for her adopted daughter?

Two million.

Even Mu Rongxuan would feel pain, and Mu Zi believed that for Bai Wei, it was definitely a huge sum of money.

But she didn’t hesitate at all, she just passed it to Mu Zi’s hands, full of love and trust.

Mu Zi’s heart shook, and he couldn’t recover for a long time.

For some reason, the tip of his nose was a little sour.

She is a child abandoned by her parents. From a young age, only her grandmother loved her. The warmth of Bai Wei made her seem to have returned to when she lived with her grandmother…

“How do you look at your mother like this?” Bai Wei said with a smile, “When I go to school in the future, I have to study hard and listen to the teacher. It doesn’t matter if I can’t keep up with my grades for a while. Take your time, don’t worry…”

“Mom, don’t say anything…” Mu Zi lowered his head, and the spoon unconsciously stirred the porridge in the bowl, his voice muffled.

Going on, she wanted to cry.

Unexpectedly, the first warmth after rebirth came from this silly white sweet foster mother.

After breakfast, Bai Wei took out several new clothes, all of which she bought for Mu Zi when she went out yesterday.

She wants her daughter to dress well and go to the new school.

The clothes range from casual sportswear, to a lady-style skirt, and a cheongsam in fragrant cloud yarn jacquard.

The cheongsam is a lake blue background with a simple and elegant jasmine pattern, chic and pretty. Mu Zi likes it very much.

But cheongsam is not like other clothes. It needs to be tailor-made. Bai Wei bought this one. I don’t know if it fits well.

Mu Zi went back to the room to try on clothes.

There is a zipper on the back of the improved cheongsam to make it easy to put on and take off. Mu Zi touched his back for a long time, but did not touch the zipper.

She heard the footsteps behind her and thought it was Bai Wei, “Mom, how do you wear this cheongsam, should you fasten it first, or pull the zipper first?”

The man’s low and mute voice sounded: “You should take it off first.”

Mu Zi’s legs were soft.

Murong Cheng again!