Madam Murong turned her head and looked at Murong Cuiting, with a cold sneer on her lips.
After so many years of marriage to Murong's family, it was the first time she saw Murong Cuiting in such miserable condition, which was really satisfying.
For the first time, Madam Murong felt that it was really wise for Murong Mian to bring Ji Mianmian here. With such a humanoid murder weapon, who should he be afraid of
She now finds Ji Mianmian extremely pleasing to the eye, and is even a little lucky that Murong Mian has found such a girlfriend, who is very good and has great destructive power.
She walked up to Murong Cuiting and said, "I never thought that you would be here today."
The blood from the corner of Murong Cuiting's mouth kept flowing out. The person she looked down on the most on weekdays was Mrs. Murong. She kept scolding in pain: "You... bitch..."
Madam Murong raised her eyebrows and smiled in a very good mood: "I don't care if you scold me all you want. Anyway, it's not me who's in pain."
Murong Cuiting glared at her bitterly. The current situation was very unfavorable to her. She did not expect that Murong Mian would suddenly break up with her and beat her son without even giving him the respect of his elders. Hit her again.
Murong Cuiting felt that Mrs. Murong must have instigated Murong Mian, otherwise, he would not dare to do anything to her. She really underestimated Mrs. Murong.
Sure enough, dogs that don't bark are the most painful when they bite people.
After rubbing Ji Mianmian's hands, Murong Mian smiled at Murong Cuiting: "I wonder if aunt can talk to me properly now. If aunt feels that her mouth is not clean, I can continue to help."
Murong Cuiting waited for him to say nothing, "It seems... Auntie thinks it's not enough."
He asked Ji Mianmian distressedly: "Wife, what do you think we should do?"
Ji Mianmian rolled up her sleeves and said, "It doesn't matter, I have plenty of strength."
When Murong Cuiting heard this, she ignored the pain and said hurriedly: "We... we... OK... OK... tell us!"
She was in so much pain that she was already frightened. Normally she was so good because of Murong Zhihong's presence. What else did she have now
Murong Mian smiled and said, "So aunt is also good at talking? In that case, let's sit down and explain things clearly."
"Come here, help my aunt come into the house and sit down. It's my fault that you haven't let her in for so long."
Everyone was thinking in their hearts, how could the young master be so thick-skinned now? This was probably what he was so shameless about. Why hadn't he noticed it before
Murong Cuiting was so angry that she felt all the blood gushing out of her body. She wanted to spit blood all over his face, how shameless!
The position moved to the living room, and Murong Mian pulled Ji Mianmian to sit down. Madam Murong wanted to sit aside like a guest, just an audience, silent.
Murong Cuiting was opposite her. Her face was so painful that it felt like it was on fire. In this family, she was used to showing off her power, but now she suddenly fell into a plummet. She no longer had the power she had before. She wanted someone to give her ice cubes to put on her face. Don't even dare.
Murong Mian waved to the maid to bring some cups of black tea, and he gave it to Ji Mianmian for her to take a few sips.
Then he said: "Auntie has come to my house several times to make trouble in the past few days. I don't know what the matter is?"
"You... obviously... know! My son's... wife's hand." Murong Cuiting's face hurt so much that she could only speak one word at a time.
Murong Mian asked nonchalantly: "Oh, what's the matter?"
Madam Murong's face was full of anger: "Why...what?"
She only has one son, Claude, and she loves him like crazy. She was pregnant once a few years ago, but unfortunately, she lost it by herself.