Chapter 1850

Murong Mian lowered her head and gave her a kiss on the cheek: "don't worry, even if you don't want her money, your husband can make you a rich wife."

Ji Mianmian's eyes are bright and her lips smile makes her a small face, lovely like a sunflower that will never wither, full of vitality forever.

"Well, well, anyway, my husband is the best."

Murong Mian didn't stop, holding Ji Mianmian's face and kissing him.

This small face makes him feel seduced all the time.

He is so lucky to have the brightest ray of sunshine in the world.

Mrs. Murong chased out and saw two people kissing in the dark.

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Soon, the day of Murong Zhihong's burial came.

According to the domestic custom, he found a good place in the ancestral Tomb of Murong family,.

On the day of burial, the weather was a bit gloomy, but fortunately, it only rained a little intermittently, without heavy rain.

Murong Mian is holding a portrait of Murong Zhihong in his hand. Ji Mianmian is holding Mrs. Murong's arm, wearing a black skirt and silently watching the coffin buried.

She worried to see Mrs. Murong, as early as two days she began to worry, afraid that she would not be able to bear the day of burial.

In recent days, Mrs. Murong has been exhausted, and her body is rapidly losing weight.

But today, she is OK, at least her face is calm.

Murong Mian sighed in his heart. After his beloved leaves, he has to go through this process. He is paralyzed and heartbroken. His sorrow is not greater than his death.

The wet soil covered the coffin a little bit, and Ji Mianmian felt Mrs. Murong's body shaking.

Ji Mianmian quickly called out: "Mom..."

Mrs. Murong's eyes were red and swollen. She said: "a long time ago, he said that he would not come to me. He would watch me for a while Will let me leave at ease, and then arrange everything about Randy, come to me However, he cheated me again. He is a liar. Do you know how many times he cheated me... "

She seems to be telling Ji Mianmian, but it's more like talking to the dead man in the coffin.

Murong's voice is shaking, Ji Mianmian's ears feel sour and uncomfortable.

Murong Fu has been talking about things that Murong Zhihong once promised her but never did.

Ji Mianmian was afraid that Mrs. Murong would lose control. "Mom, calm down..."

However, I didn't expect that Mrs. Murong had not lost control and suddenly burst in.

Before I saw anyone, I heard the scream, "brother, my poor brother, how can you be so cruel and leave me alone? Do you know how your sister was bullied after you died, do you know..."

The sharp voice made people's eardrum tingle, and the people who heard it frowned.

Ji Mianmian turns around and sees that Murong Cuiting, wearing a raincoat, stumbles over like a shrew, pours on Murong Zhihong's tombstone, hugs his tombstone and starts to cry.

She was followed by her son Claude and her husband, Mr. Martin.

The three members of the family are all in a mess now. Without Murong family's fat for them to chew, their days fall from heaven to hell.

Claude's hand was pinched off by Ji Mianmian, and it hasn't grown well yet, but on the other side of the hospital, they have no money to pay the hospitalization expenses, so they can only be driven out.

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