After hanging up the phone, Huo Xiao glanced at Chang Sui: "Get the car and go to Shengbao Camp."
Chang Sui looked at Huo Xiao worriedly: "Chief, you haven't eaten for three days in a row, and now I'm afraid you can't bear it. How about I go and make a trip for you and explain it to Commander Sheng?"
Huo Xiao wanted to refuse, but for some reason his mind got into what Mu Zhao told him before leaving.
He promised to adjust his physical condition well.
His words of rejection came to his lips, and then he changed his words: "You will ask the forensic doctor over there who has completed the autopsy to come over quickly. Tell Xixiu that Galen may have started to move."
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Mu Zhao returned to the Mu family¡¯s old house and spent a peaceful week.
On the evening of the seventh day, Sheng Zhuang suddenly ran over to inform her that the Chengxi Mansion had been packed up and asked her to move there now.
Of course she refused, but she couldn¡¯t stand the man¡¯s threats.
The words Shengzhuang brought to her were simple and rude, "My true words are that if you don't agree, he will send someone to set fire to the Mu family's old house and burn it down to its original state."
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Mu Zhao had nothing to deal with, just a few unnecessary gifts, and she didn¡¯t even bother to carry a suitcase.
She sat quietly in the room for a long time, until the sunset turned orange and there was only the last ray of light left on the horizon, then she went downstairs.
Half an hour later, the car entered the Chengxi Mansion.
It¡¯s different from what I imagined. It should have been renovated. It doesn¡¯t look like an old building like the one in the impression, a Republic of China house surrounded by walls.
It is more like the Gothic architecture of Western Europe in the Middle Ages, with pointed tower tops, towering city walls, and low-luxury and tasteful reliefs. Everywhere is filled with an artistic atmosphere that only the rich and powerful can afford.
When Mu Zhao walked in, he had the impression that the ancient well had also been filled in.
The entire mansion is a bit like a vast castle, with neatly trimmed flower beds and illuminated viewing lights, extending all the way into the Gothic building.
There are no mood swings, just like going from a familiar place to a strange and even boring place.
Dinner has been prepared in advance. There is no need for Mu Zhao to fight against her stomach. She has always treated her body well.
Only by taking good care of your body can you survive the battle of wits and courage.
After dinner in the magnificent restaurant, she went upstairs to rest.
Unlike downstairs, the upstairs is full of nostalgic furniture with a sense of age.
Although it is a bit old, you can see that everything is a handicraft, even the bedroom lock is an ancient work of art.
Pushing the door open and walking in, Mu Zhao felt that the word "warmth" was the most apt description. Sheng's parents must have a very good relationship.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the dressing table and suddenly laughed to herself.
It¡¯s so embarrassing!
Even if she didn¡¯t mean it, Sheng Yanzhi died accidentally because of her.
She now lives in this house as Mrs. Sheng. She always feels that Sheng Rouge, who died unjustly, will take her life in the middle of the night. She wakes up from nightmares and feels uneasy.
She looked at it for a while, and then what Su Wanwan said to her that day came out inexplicably in her mind.
She said she had a trump card!
She didn¡¯t pay much attention to it in the past few days. She didn¡¯t know why but she was extremely clear at this moment and gradually became curious about what the trump card was.
I¡¯ve been sleeping too much lately, but I don¡¯t feel sleepy at all.
She stayed in the study until almost early in the morning. Only when she was drowsy did she vaguely hear someone calling her name.
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