Although some people made trouble at the funeral today, there was not much commotion.
Although Murong Cuiting is unwilling to leave, everyone knows her face. Even if she wants to make trouble, someone must be willing to believe her.
So the family was beaten up and had no choice but to leave.
Afterwards, the funeral ended very smoothly.
Therefore, Murong Mian thought about doing what he had always wanted to do.
Ji Mianmian was stunned: "Hey... loosen my muscles and bones? Where to go? My muscles and bones are not tight, so I don't need to loosen them, right?"
Murong stepped on the white flower that fell on the ground and crushed it hard. The white flower immediately merged with the damp soil on the ground, and the color was indistinguishable. He sneered: "When that pig looked at you just now, I I’m not blind yet.”
Murong Mian's possessiveness towards Ji Mianmian has actually never been fully revealed because he was afraid of scaring her.
After all, he knew that if one person wanted to control another person too much, it would only arouse the other person's resentment. He didn't want Ji Mianmian to slowly hate him, so he had always restrained himself.
but…
This does not mean that he can agree to the close contact between Ji Mianmian and Yan Qingsi, and acquiesce that she cares about Mrs. Murong, but he can watch a dead pig covet her.
Ji Mianmian trembled: "You're talking about that person, his eyes are indeed quite annoying, but...he didn't do anything, let's..."
The corners of Murong Mian's lips curled up: "You have to clean up anyway, so let's do it in advance."
Although the pig hasn't come yet and there's nothing more to do, but even taking a look at it won't do.
How could the softest, warmest and brightest sunshine in his heart be allowed to be peeked at by others.
His lips were reddish, and he seemed to be gentle when he smiled, but the coldness in his eyes made Ji Mianmian feel that he was in particular danger now.
Ji Mianmian suddenly felt sympathy for Murong Cuiting's family. They were so good, why did they seek death? They were no match for Murong Mian.
Ji Mianmian asked him: "Then... have you decided what to do?"
"Of course I've thought about it. If you follow me and do bad things, are you still afraid of not being thorough?"
Ji Mianmian nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, if I follow you, why do I need to worry?"
With Murong Mian here, there was no need for her to provide brains.
Murong Mian held Ji Mianmian's hand and left the Murong family cemetery. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Murong did not leave. She waited for them in front of the car and asked: "Mianmian, Randy, where are you going?"
The smile on Murong Mian's face faded a little, "I'm going to do some errands and I'll be back soon."
"What's up?"
Murong Mian: "A little thing."
Ji Mianmian saw that Madam Murong was hesitant to speak, and said, "Madam, please feel free to go back. We will go back as soon as we are done. Really."
"Then... okay, I'll go back first."
Madam Murong was actually afraid that the two of them would leave without saying goodbye.
However, since Ji Mianmian said this, it should be fine.
After watching Mrs. Murong leave, Murong Mian opened the car door and let Ji Mianmian get in.
After getting in the car, Ji Mianmian asked Murongmian: "Do you know where they are?"
Murong Mian drove slowly: "Where else do you think they can go?"
Ji Mianmian touched her chin: "Go back to her home?"
"So smart." Murong Mian touched her head.
Murong Cuiting suddenly became a bereaved dog, penniless but extravagant and licentious. Now that she had no money, she couldn't go out to work, so she had to go home first.