It seems that to him, it is not a transfer letter signed at all, which will result in the loss of a rich country's wealth, but a piece of waste paper.
Murong Mian signed his name and picked it up to show to Mrs. Jones.
The name was indeed 'Murong Mian'. His quick and unthinking actions made Mrs. Jones more and more confused. She couldn't understand Murong Mian's method at all.
According to normal logic, it is absolutely impossible for Murong Mian to sign his name so happily, especially since he was so cold and hard before. Even if she threatened Mrs. Murong's life, he would be indifferent.
But now, she was so happy just for a jar of ashes, which made Mrs. Jones even more suspicious.
She was always a carefree person, and now she was even more confused.
However, she couldn't find fault with it.
The transfer letter was prepared by herself, so there could be no mistakes. Could it be that Murong Mian really didn't care about money
Or does he have other plans
For a moment, she didn't dare to accept the equity transfer document. She looked behind Murong Mian and saw that it was empty without anyone.
The long and narrow stairs leading to the ground were very quiet, without any sound. If someone came in at this time, she would soon hear it from below.
Murong Mian raised her eyebrows and curled her lips: "Why don't you want it anymore?"
"Murong Mian, you'd better not play tricks." Mrs. Jones held the jar of ashes tightly in her hands. Her heart was beating very hard, and she always felt that something bad was going to happen.
She knew that the person in front of her was not really Murong Mian, and she had tasted his power, so she felt even more uneasy.
Murong Mian smiled coldly: "Since you don't want it, then forget it."
As he spoke, he was about to tear up the equity transfer document he had just signed. When Jones saw it, he hurriedly shouted: "Wait..."
"You really didn't do anything?" Mrs. Jones always tried to read some useful information from Murong Mian's face, but she failed every time.
Murong Mian sneered: "You gave me this equity transfer document, what do you think I should do?"
Madam Murong was full of doubts: "Are you really willing?"
"Of course I don't want to. Isn't this what you threatened me with? Do you still want it? Can you stop talking so much nonsense?" Murong Mian felt that time was almost up and he wanted to go back before Ji Mianmian woke up. He didn't want to Let her worry.
Mrs. Jones: "Okay, throw it over."
Murong Mian did not move: "Give me the urn first."
He used someone else's face, someone else's name, and someone else's heart. Now, he must at least keep his ashes. He did this not because of Mrs. Murong, but simply because he had to return the favor.
Murong Mian said instead: "You can choose not to."
Mrs. Jones didn't dare to put it down rashly. She said, "Okay, I'll put the urn in the glass box, and you put the equity transfer document on the sofa."
Murong Mian nodded: "Okay."
The two of them moved together, one walking towards my glass box and the other towards the sofa. After putting it down, the two of them turned around and walked back.
Murong Mian got the urn and felt relieved. With this thing, he no longer had to worry about it.
He glanced at Mrs. Murong who was lying in the glass box. His eyes were cold and calm. The two were very close at first. Mrs. Murong looked at him with tears in her eyes. She hoped that he would take the urn and leave quickly.