Ji Mianmian raised her head and looked at him with confusion: "Agree? Are you kidding? What did I agree to? Are you trying to guess riddles with me? But my brain is not very smart, so you still say It’s better to be clear.”
Mrs. Jones was stunned. She thought Ji Mianmian had understood and agreed, but she didn't expect that she was just pretending.
Mrs. Jones said: "What we just said is that if you really love Randy, then you should be able to sacrifice everything for him, right? Randy is in crisis now, with so many enemies around him, shouldn't you... help? What about him?"
Ji Mianmian looked surprised, as if to say, are you stupid? Are you here to be funny
"My husband is such a powerful person. It's a joke. I want to see who dares to trouble him if he doesn't care about his life."
"you… "
Ji Mianmian added: "If a man still needs me to give up to protect him, then... this man is so weak, why should I still like him? Mrs. Jones likes to be a Virgin, but that doesn't mean I have to be like you."
Ji Mianmian saw that Mrs. Jones was about to twist the exquisite handbag in her hand, but she still endured it. She said: "It seems that I misunderstood. I'm sorry. I will hold a banquet the day after tomorrow. I hope you can come and participate.”
"No, she doesn't have time." Murong Mian's voice cut in.
He walked out from behind Mrs. Jones and didn't know how long he listened. He stood next to Ji Mianmian and put his arm around her shoulders.
Mrs. Jones' expression froze, and then she quickly smiled and said, "Randy, you are here too. Just in time, I wonder if you and your wife can be invited to go together?"
"No." Murong Mian at least had a smile on his face last time he faced her. Now, he didn't even have a smile at all and refused directly.
"We, as a couple, don't have time to go to u to attend a messy party."
Mrs. Jones said with regret: "Randy, dear, you seem to be hostile to me. I don't have any ill intentions towards you. Although I really want you and Jessica to get married, if you don't want me to I will never force it, let alone do anything to deliberately damage your relationship... "
Murong Mian sneered: "Really? Then what did I hear just now? Or, it was just a... fart from the madam."
Mrs. Jones's face turned red immediately. She considered herself a noble lady, and she was most taboo about saying such rude words. When Murong Mian said this, she felt angry and annoyed, but she still suppressed her anger and could not release it: "I think you are Misunderstood, I didn’t mean..."
Murong Mian said impatiently: "I think my brain is very clear in understanding this. Madam clearly wants to put your daughter into Murong's house, but she still insists on pretending that it is my father who is begging you and you only agree as a last resort." To use such a Chinese proverb to elevate one's own status is like being a bitch and having to erect a memorial arch."
These words made Mrs. Jones tremble with anger: "You are insulting me."
"Madam, you found it yourself. I'm not as easy to fool as my father." He turned around and said: "Honey, go home and be more careful from now on. Who knows what ghost is popping up on the roadside? How dare you?" Talk to her."
Ji Mianmian held his arm and said, "I know, don't worry, my brain is not as good as yours, but my eyes are not blind yet."