I wholeheartedly hope that Jessica will marry Randy, not to mention that Zhihong also agrees. If you hadn't told me that Randy was not Zhihong's biological son, there would be no reason for me to do this, right? I know you are afraid, and I also understand your worries now, but you can't slander me like this! "
"Slander? I slandered you? You bastard, let's see if I don't beat you to death..." Murong Cuiting was so angry that she almost lost her mind. She had an idea in her mind that she must beat this bitch to death, if it weren't for her , how could she do this, but when it happened, she slapped her butt and poured all the dirty water on her body, and she still wanted to continue pretending to be her white lotus.
No one stepped forward to start a fight, no one said a word, even Murong Zhihong watched with cold eyes Murong Cuiting's one-sided beating of Mrs. Jones.
Murong Cuiting couldn't beat Ji Mianmian, but she had a good chance of winning against a woman like Mrs. Jones who considered herself a pampered lady.
Mrs. Jones was used to putting on airs, and in a fight between women like this, all she would get was a beating.
Ji Mianmian touched her fists, her hands were itchy and she really wanted to go up.
Murong Mian hugged her shoulders, why are you so anxious? Two dogs are biting each other so happily, what are you doing
Madam Murong felt much more at ease, so happy.
Mrs. Jones's meticulously tied hair was all torn apart, and strands fell to the ground. Her face was scratched as if it had been scratched by dozens of chickens, her clothes were torn, and there were bites on her arms. The wound was bleeding, and he looked very embarrassed.
Murong Zhihong felt that it was almost done, so he said: "Pull them apart."
Murong Mian waved two security guards in and pulled them apart.
Mrs. Jones was free and immediately cried: "Zhihong, I know I shouldn't interfere, but it was your sister who begged me, and I couldn't bear that my best friend was kept in the dark, so I did this. But I didn’t know that this was all Cuiting’s lies. I really didn’t know anything... "
She cried miserably. If in the past, she dressed up carefully and cried like this, it would be like pear blossoms with rain.
But now, with disheveled hair, he looks like a beggar. He looks so ugly and sad.
Murong Zhihong waited for her to finish speaking and then said, "Thank you for letting me watch such a wonderful show!"
Mrs. Jones's crying stopped suddenly, "Zhi... Zhihong!"
Murong Zhihong coughed twice and said: "You'd better not call me that, it will make people misunderstand. When I was young, I really fell in love with you. This is true. However, decades later, I have a wife." I have a son, and I live a very happy life. My wife is virtuous and my son is filial, and my life goes well. The love I had in my early years is not worth mentioning at all. I just regard you as an old friend who has known me for many years, but I didn’t expect that someone would scheme against you in my old age. Once upon a time."
Mrs. Jones's heart tightened, "You... I don't understand what you are saying. How could I plot against you? I also regard you as a good friend. Don't you believe me?"
Murong Zhihong's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Friend? What you only want is the property of my Murong family, but you should never give up on yourself and sow discord between my wife and me. .”
Murong Zhihong sneered: "Thank you for your performance today. My eyes, which have been blinded for many years, can finally see clearly."
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Good night, sleepy! ! Are you happy to see it? Continue tearing at dawn!