Madam is right

Chapter 917 105. It's Lucky
One word from Zhao Mo made Mo Zhichu feel something was wrong, "Murong is working under Ji Xiuran? When did this happen? Why did you tell me now?"

After all, she had some compassion for Murong.

In the night when we first met, this handsome man was forced to submit by several big men.Mo Zhichu still remembers that time, Mu Rong's eyes were unbelievably beautiful, and they were also bone-chillingly cold, colder than the miserable moonlight that night.

Even if he resisted death, he was no match for four hands.

If it weren't for Mo Zhichu's help, that night, his life would have been worse than death.

Although before that night, it was not that he had not lived a night that was worse than death.

Mo Zhichu still remembered that when she first rescued Mu Rong, the coldness and despair in his eyes condensed his beautiful eyes into a pool of dead water.

He said: "Why do you need to save me? If so, after you leave, I'm afraid I will have a worse life."

I don't know if Mo Zhichu was irritated by Mu Rong's words at that time, or if he was out of kindness and redeemed him without saying a word.

When Mu Rong was sent into the private room and looked at the bright young man sitting on the table shaking his contract of prostitution in his hand, Mu Rong's watery eyes were full of shock.

She said: "As for me, I don't like doing things halfway. Since I want to save you, I must get you out of the sea of ​​suffering."

After finishing speaking, Mo Zhichu put the fluttering deed of sale on the candlelight, and it turned into ashes in an instant.

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Knowing that Zhao Mo was concealing it intentionally, Murong answered her: "I haven't been working under the shopkeeper Ji for a long time. I asked the lord for this job myself, and I have to thank the lord for the introduction."

Hearing this, Mo Zhichu felt relieved.

Zuo Mozhichu had nothing to do these two days, chatting, she naturally invited Murong to the mansion as a guest.

Although Mu Rong wanted to agree very much, but looking at Zhao Mo's dark face in a blink of an eye, he still reluctantly declined.

Even though he declined Mo Zhichu's invitation, Murong told her the address of his temporary mansion, and invited her to come over to play when he had time.

Mo Zhichu naturally agreed.

In the evening, the three of them went to the Furong Building for dinner together, and finally broke up.

At night, there is no one around.The stove was lit in the room, and it was very warm.

Sitting in his own room, Murong took off his heavy coat, and took off the clothes layer by layer until the last layer of white coat.

I saw that the pure white tunic was covered with spots of bright red under the eyes.

Some of the bloodstains had been stained for a long time and had turned slightly black.

He took off the jacket with a blank expression, and the wounds that had been glued to the jacket were undoubtedly torn apart by him again.

No one came to report, someone pushed open the door of his room and walked in.

Looking at his long, thin and densely packed scars, Zhao Mo frowned unobtrusively.

Murong put on his middle coat casually, stood up and bowed to Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo looked at him, sighed, and passed the things over, "I have wronged you."

The jade bottle that Zhao Mo handed over was the same jade bottle as the unicorn ointment that Mo Zhichu gave him in the afternoon.

He didn't answer, but just replied: "There is nothing wronged. Mu Rong is not an innocent person, and it is lucky that this broken body can be used."

(End of this chapter)