Murong Cuiting looked at Mrs. Jones's back, feeling anxious.
Although her brain was not working well, sometimes she was not really too confused. She knew that she could not handle Mrs. Jones.
However, she was worried about something.
If she did what Mrs. Jones said, would she get her share after success
Will this woman give it to her
Murong Cuiting looked at the door of the high-level care ward. There was a bodyguard standing at the door with a fierce look, and she felt angry again.
Her eldest brother is such an old fool that he doesn't even see her when he sees an outsider.
She thought about it, and now, there is no other way.
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When they got home, the housekeeper told them the news from the hospital. As expected, old man Murong survived and did not die.
But, the doctor said, it really only took a few days to get better.
Maybe it happened on one day this month.
Murong Mian and Ji Mian didn't think anything of the news.
After hearing this, Mrs. Murong didn't say anything and went upstairs silently.
Ji Mianmian hesitated and gestured to Murongmian, and she followed him to take a look.
She carefully followed Mrs. Murong and watched her go upstairs and stand outside a bedroom door. After a long time, she opened the door and went in.
That room was the master bedroom where she and Murong Zhihong lived for many years. However, she had moved out of it for nearly a year and never went in again.
Ji Mianmian wanted to follow him in, but Mrs. Murong closed the door.
She wanted to knock on the door, but her hand was suddenly held by someone. Ji Mianmian looked up and saw Murong Mian standing behind her at some point, he said: "She will be fine, she is much stronger than you think. "
He held Ji Mianmian's hand and went downstairs.
Ji Mianmian sighed: "I think Madam Murong is really miserable. If I were her, I probably wouldn't be able to bear this blow."
In old age, what people want most is happiness and peace of mind, but she has exactly the opposite. It seems that all the hardships have erupted in her old age.
Murong Mian rubbed her hard: "Don't think too much, everyone's life is different. What we can help her is to help her get all the Murong family's property so that she will not be in a desolate place with nowhere to live. "
Ji Mianmian nodded vigorously: "Well, you are right. I really wonder how the old man tolerated so many great relatives in the Murong family for so many years. Logically speaking, he is not a dim-witted person. Why? Just on this one?"
"Everyone has their own weaknesses. He probably just wants a good reputation and wants to be praised by everyone. It's a pity..."
It's a pity that he had a good reputation when he was alive, but he only wronged his wife and son.
The real cause of Murong Mian's death could never be an accidental fall from a horse. He told Murong Zhihong that day that it was Murong Cuiting who had done something. In fact, he was just speculating. There was definite evidence, but he felt that it was really Murong Mian's death. Death, maybe those relatives have a share in it.
What a pity for a good young man.
The two chatted for a while, and Ji Mianmian took his hand and said, "After this matter is resolved, let's go home. I want to continue being Sister Qingsi's makeup artist, okay?"
"Okay, but... are you willing to be separated from me for so long every month?"
Ji Mianmian looked embarrassed: "Well... I don't want to give up, but for Sister Qingsi, how about I endure it?"
Murong Mian…
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