Murong Cuiting shouted loudly: "Brother, brother, you can't do this, you are too partial. I am your sister, your biological sister, and I am also a member of the Murong family. Why don't you leave anything to me... You let our family How will you live in the future? Aren't you afraid that after you die, you won't be able to explain to your parents down there? Have you forgotten what they told you, they asked you to take good care of me, but this is how you take care of me? "
Murong Zhihong listened to her cry and said calmly: "I have taken care of you for more than forty years, and I have never been ashamed of your family, but what about you? You want to kill my son!"
Murong Cuiting turned pale when she heard this: "Brother, what are you... saying? I don't understand. You know I'm stupid, I... don't know."
Murong Zhihong looked at her with disappointment on his face, "Why did Randy fall off the horse last time? Don't say you don't know. Today, for money, you actually teamed up with outsiders to frame Randy and ruin my reputation. What are you doing?" When I was young, did I ever think that you were from the Murong family? Even if I have a clear conscience when I meet your parents, I will be extremely kind and righteous to you!"
After Murong Zhihong finished speaking these words in one breath, he could hardly hold on any longer. His mouth was open, as if he could no longer breathe in oxygen, and his face turned pale.
To his relatives and his sister, he had nothing to do with them. He helped every one of them that he could. Even if he knew that each of them were parasites, he gritted his teeth and took care of them.
However, he could not do anything to his wife and children after his death for them.
Seeing that Murong Zhihong's body really couldn't hold on any longer, Murong Mian said, "Father, I will take care of the rest. You can have a good rest."
Murong Zhihong wanted to shake his head, but he could no longer perform such a simple movement. He had to use up all his strength to say those words.
Murong Cuiting didn't care whether Murong Zhihong lived or died, she knew that she got nothing. It was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. For her, there was no unlimited ATM machine anytime, anywhere. That is tantamount to killing her: "Murong Zhihong, you are partial, you deserve to be terminally ill, you deserve to die, you are so cruel to your own sister, you are not human..."
Murong Cuiting was frothing at the mouth, and all kinds of curse words came out of her mouth.
She asked Murong Zhihong to take care of her and her family like a brother, give her endless money, and squander it for their family, but she was selfish and unwilling to give even a little bit.
Ji Mianmian finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked over and slapped her with a big ear-scratcher, "Shut up!"
Ji Mianmian's strength was so strong that she knocked Murong Cuiting to the ground. Her teeth were loosened, the corners of her mouth were cracked, and half of her face was numb.
Murong Cuiting fell to the ground, sobbing, she had nothing left.
Murong Mian said again: "Father, have a good rest."
Today, it is very rare for Murong Zhihong to persist for so long and say so many words.
Murong Zhihong's complexion became worse and worse, and his eyes became more and more blurred and cloudy.
He seemed not to have heard Murong Mian's words, and kept looking in the direction of Madam Murong, weakly calling her name: "Wenshan, you... come and see me, I have, I have... very... very..." in the video , he raised his hand, as if he wanted to catch Mrs. Murong, but as his voice became weaker and weaker, his hand finally dropped, and the sentence was not uttered.