Chapter 1782

Ji Mianmian's voice is clear, sonorous, polite and neither humble nor overbearing.

After that, he raised his head and looked at Murong Zhihong. His eyes were bright and magnanimous, without the slightest evasion and timidity.

Murong Zhihong looks at Ji Mianmian, his face In his turbid eyes,

when he was his age, he had read countless people. Now, when you see strangers, you only need to have a general look.

In front of this girl, really good, at least is a very magnanimous, heart bright, simple, no dark mind girl, his son's vision is really good.

If in the past, when he was in good health, if his son found such a girl, he would be very happy and sincerely hope that his son would be happy.

But now, he may not even see the sun tomorrow, so he has to think about his son's future.

Murong Zhihong is such a smart man, how can he not know that today's Murong family is surrounded by wolves, and everyone is waiting for him to die, and then comes to divide up the huge legacy he left.

He had to admit that he left his son a mess.

Now, he is very sorry for his soft heart.

If he had been more ruthless and had been more forceful to his relatives, his son would not have been in such a situation.

At the beginning, Murong Zhihong just thought that although his son was intelligent, he had a pure heart. There were too many intrigues in the business field. He was worried that his son would not be able to carry on alone. So he thought that he would be more tolerant to those relatives and hope that they could help his son more after his death.

It's a pity that he didn't know people clearly. He raised a group of wolves.

It's true to say that when you are in poverty, if you help him, he will be grateful to you. But if you help him all the time, if you help him all the time, if you form a habit in the long run, he will feel that what you give is right, and even dislike what you give less.

Sometimes people's heart is such a vicious thing.

Murong Mian sweeps Murong Zhihong and sees that he looks at Ji Mianmian in a trance. He doesn't know what he's thinking.

Look at Ji Mianmian again. Even if she was looked at like that, her face didn't show any timid little family spirit.

Murong Mian sighed. After that, his girl really grew up.

After a long time, Murong Zhihong finally calmed down: "your name is Season cotton

Ji Mianmian raised his lips and said with a smile, "yes, my name is Ji Mian. I'm sorry to see you now. I hope you don't blame me. You can rest assured that I will treat you as my own father in the future."

Her bright smile, like a ray of sunshine, instantly lit up the room full of death and decay.

Murong Zhihong sighs from the bottom of his heart that this is really a good girl.

But she can't help her son anything!

Before he died, he had to arrange a good marriage for his son and find someone who could help him. Otherwise, even if he died, he would not be at ease.

Murong Zhihong took a break and said, "first Don't worry, call me Dad, I Feel that It's too early, you can't With Randy. "

Ji Mianmian smiles and is not surprised at what Murong Zhihong said. She says directly, "I know you don't like me, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

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