Judging from the visual inspection, it may die tomorrow, or it may not die next year.
Murong Mian said: "No matter how you use the best medicine, just ask if you have any requests."
"Okay, don't worry."
Murong Mian naturally didn't care about Murong Zhihong's life or death, but for a short period of time, it was better for him to be alive than dead.
At present, he is not familiar with it. Once Murong Zhihong dies, the entire Murong family will be in chaos, and it will be difficult for him to control it.
…
Coming out of the hospital building, Murong Mian saw Mrs. Murong sitting on a bench under the sycamore tree, smoking.
She held a thin cigarette between her fingers, and her body was full of loneliness. The black clothes on her body made her look even more depressed.
She is no longer young, even though her youthful beauty can still be vaguely discerned on her face, she is very old after all.
She is like a half-yellow leaf hanging on the tree. After a few days, it will eventually fall off the tree.
Murong's home is in Sheffield, England. The weather here is much warmer than back home. Today's weather is gloomy and the cold wind makes him feel that it is even colder here than back home. It's cold in the bones.
Murong Mian watched for a while, walked over, and sat down, with an arm's length distance between him and her.
Mrs. Murong was stunned for a moment, turned to look at him, silently put out her cigarette, and said calmly: "He will not agree to your marrying Ji Mianmian."
Murong Mian nodded: "I know, but what he said is of no use to me."
It's useless for anyone to say anything. He has already married Ji Mianmian and must have her future plans in mind. No one can try to interfere with his own path.
Madam Murong smiled bitterly: "Yes, it's of no use to you."
Holding the half-extinguished cigarette, she said: "Although he is lying there unable to move, it is almost impossible for you to take Ji Mianmian to stand still at Murong's house. He has already found a person for you. In his opinion, perfection is the best thing for your wife.”
Murong Mian's expression remained unchanged: "So what, what he likes is not what I like. I don't need Mianmian to stand firm at Murong's house. This is just a temporary place to stay. Sooner or later we have to go back, but you... come here It really makes me feel strange that you didn’t go to see him when you got here. It’s rumored that your relationship as a couple has always been very good, isn’t it?”
Mrs. Murong stood up, as if she didn't hear what he said, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, "Let's go...it's time to go back."
Murong Mian stood up. It seemed that the relationship between Mrs. Murong and Murong Zhihong was not as popular as the outside world said.
Also, if it were true that love is stronger than chastity, would you still worry about your husband not leaving his inheritance to you after his death
Murong Mian's heart was racing. He came here just to ensure that the Murong family's property would eventually fall into the hands of Madam Murong. If he did this, he would be able to escape unscathed.
After getting in the car, Mrs. Murong asked him: "What are you going to do?"
Murong Mian said calmly: "Of course I have my own plans. Now don't ask me too much. If you want me to work hard to help you keep the inheritance in your hands, all you have to do is help me take care of Mianmian and protect her." , so that I have no worries.”
After a while, Mrs. Murong asked, "Do you really have any idea?"
She didn't know what he was capable of, she had always doubted him.
Murong Mian sneered: "As long as I want it, there is nothing in this world that I can't get."