Chapter 1847

She knew that in this case, even if someone said comforting words, they could not be heard.

Ji Mianmian looks up at Murong Mian, his face has returned to normal, but his expression seems not very good.

When the doctor saw that Murong Mian had no problem, he said two words to him and left it for them.

Ji Mianmian, aware that Murong Mian's mood is not right, quietly reaches out and hooks his fingers and asks him with his eyes.

Murong Mian smiles at her, holds her hand in his backhand and says, "I'm ok."

He said to Mrs. Murong, "now that you're awake, let's go back. It's time to prepare for the funeral."

Mrs. Murong looked at him, her lips trembled and her tears kept flowing, "Randy..."

Murong Mian interrupted her and said: "I know you are sad, but when people die, they will not come back. Many times, many people are like this. Even if you do something wrong, it's useless to regret it."

Ji Mianmian was a little confused. She felt as if she was admiring this It seems that Mr. Murong is not the only one.

She bit her lip and wondered.

However, to a man who had just lost his husband and was still in grief, he said, isn't it too cruel? Will it stimulate Mrs. Murong more.

Ji Mianmian turns to comfort Mrs. Murong, but she looks lonely: "yes, I regret It's no use regretting it. "

Ji Mianmian scratched his head and felt that he was a little redundant at the moment.

Murong Mian reached out and pulled Ji Mianmian up: "go back, you haven't had a good rest since yesterday, and you haven't had a serious meal. Are you tired?"

Ji Mianmian shook his head: "I'm ok, I'm in good health, but it's my wife..."

Murongmian brushed her hair from her eyes: "she's OK. Let's go."

He pulls Ji Mianmian to leave. She turns to see Mrs. Murong: "husband, madam..."

Mrs. Murong looked at them, and the sadness in her eyes deepened. Ji mianmianmian felt that there was an incomparable desolation from her.

It's not the first time that she feels that Mrs. Murong's look at Murong Mian is wrong.

Before that, she always felt that she might have seen Murong Mian's appearance and thought of her dead son.

But today

Ji Mianmian shakes her head. Ah, forget it. She can't understand it. Don't think about it.

Back at Murong's home, the funeral was busily prepared. After two days, Mrs. Murong's condition was a little better.

The mourning hall was set up at home, and many people came one after another. Ji Mianmian stood beside Mrs. Murong.

In the evening, Mrs. Murong sits in the mourning hall, sometimes all night long.

Ji Mianmian watched her lose weight quickly these days, worried that she couldn't bear it, so he advised: "madam, I know I have regrets in my heart. I'm very sad, but I have to look forward to my life. Such a large Murong family and the group are waiting for you. Sooner or later, we can return home. If you want to fall down again, what can I do with what the old man left you? Do you really want to be robbed by those people? "

She wanted to say this to stimulate Mrs. Murong's fighting spirit, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Murong grabbed her hand and said: "you, will you stay?"

"Ah? "Ah?"

"Mianmian, you stay. Everything in this family is for you. Stay..."

Ji Mianmian is shocked. My God, is Mrs. Murong going to make a fake? Take your fake son seriously?

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