Chapter 1880

She didn't believe that she could be indifferent if she took out this Murong lady. Sure enough, she succeeded.

In fact, she is not sure whether Murong Mian is the son of Mrs. Murong. However, based on the information she found, she speculates that it is almost the same.

With this kind of relationship, she would not believe that if Mrs. Murong went to ask for Murong's sleep, he would really be so hard hearted.

Before, she just wanted the Murong family to support her husband and help her family through this crisis. Because of her daughter's business, her husband's credibility in the parliament is getting lower and lower. If she doesn't turn the tables again, let alone participate in the general election, even the parliament may be expelled.

So she had to take risks.

She didn't expect that Mrs. Murong would come to her yesterday, but she was given a card. Ji Mianmian didn't take the bait, so did Mrs. Murong.

Now, she just wants the Murong family to support her husband. She wants all the property of the Murong family to be her.

However, Mrs. Murong clenched her teeth tightly, blood filled her mouth. She stared at her son's urn, but did not open her mouth.

She knew what Mrs. Jones had asked her to ask Murong to sleep for.

She can't do that, she can't!

Mrs. Jones was impatient. She continued: "you're not willing to ask for help. It seems that you're going to watch your son leave no last ashes, are you? It's a poor man. His identity and status have been occupied by others. Now even the last ashes are gone. What a pity! If I were him, I would hate you as a mother. How can I be so eccentric and give everything to another son? "

All she said was to sprinkle salt on Mrs. Murong's heart.

The pain made her feel almost suffocated. She couldn't watch her son leave his last ashes.

"You have to die..."

Mrs. Jones said: "it doesn't matter. Anyway, you're with us. We'll go to hell together."

She glanced, Murong Mian said with a smile: "Murong Mian, why don't you tell me what is here? This is Whose ashes? Do you want to know? "

Murong Mian said faintly: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. However, if you want such an urn in the future, maybe you ask me now, and I will let you get what you want after you die."

Mrs. Jones said with a smile: "well, by the way, I'll prepare one for your mother and your brother By the way, this should be your brother's urn, just like his, so that they can get together after their mother and son die. "

"Well, that's a good idea."

Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth. This boy just can't get salt and oil.

She was annoyed. She took a look at the urn, picked it up and said, "if I let go, will the urn break?"

Murong Mian said faintly: "please..."

He is still so cold, no temperature, no human feelings, Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth, "in this case, don't blame me, Wenshan, you heard yourself, you wild son, regardless of your feelings, it has nothing to do with me, you see your little son after death, remember to tell him, become a ghost, remember to find his brother."

Mrs. Murong bit her lip. He watched Mrs. Jones hold her high, and the tears in her eyes could not be controlled.

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