Chapter 1753 You Can Curse as Much as You Want, but You Will Be Beaten up in the End Anyway

Mrs. Murong turned her head and looked at Murong Cuiting, with a cold sneer on her lips.

She had been married to the Murong family for so many years, and this was the first time she saw Murong Cuiting so miserable, which was really gratifying.

For the first time, Mrs. Murong felt that it was really wise for Murong Mian to bring Ji Mianmian here. With such a human-shaped killing weapon, who would she be afraid of?

She now felt that Ji Mianmian was very pleasing to the eye, and even felt a little fortunate that Murong Mian found such a girlfriend. Very good, with great lethality.

She walked up to Murong Cuiting and said, "I never thought that you would have such a day."

Blood kept flowing from the corner of Murong Cuiting's mouth. On weekdays, she looked down on Madam Murong the most. She cursed bitterly, "You...bitch..."

Madam Murong raised her eyebrows and smiled in a very good mood, "You can curse me as you like, I don't care, anyway, it's not me who is hurt."

Murong Cuiting glared at her hatefully. The current situation was very unfavorable to her. She didn't expect Murong Mian to suddenly tear her face with her, and didn't even give her elders any face. He beat her son and her.

Murong Cuiting felt that Madam Murong must have instigated Murong Mian, otherwise, he would not dare to do it with her. She really underestimated Madam Murong.

Sure enough, the dog that doesn't bark hurts the most when it bites people.

After rubbing Ji Mianmian's hands, Murong Mian smiled at Murong Cuiting: "I wonder if my aunt can talk to me nicely now. If my aunt feels that her mouth is not clean, I can continue to help."

Murong Cuiting waited for him to speak, "It seems... my aunt feels that it is not enough."

He asked Ji Mianmian in distress: "Wife, what do you say?"

Ji Mianmian rolled up her sleeves: "It doesn't matter, I have plenty of strength."

When Murong Cuiting heard this, she ignored the pain and said hurriedly: "Let's... talk... well!"

She was already scared because of the pain. She was usually powerful because of Murong Zhihong. What else does she have now?

Murong Mian smiled and said: "It turns out that my aunt can also talk nicely? In this case, let's sit down and talk it out."

"Come on, help my aunt into the house and sit down. I haven't let my aunt in for so long. It's my fault."

Everyone thought in their hearts, how could the young master be so thick-skinned now? This is probably how shameless he is. Why didn't they notice it before?

Murong Cuiting was so angry that she felt that all the blood was gushing out of her body. She wanted to spit blood on his face. Shameless!

The battle shifted to the living room. Murong Mian pulled Ji Mianmian to sit down. Mrs. Murong sat aside like a guest, just watching and keeping silent.

Murong Cuiting sat opposite her. Her face hurt as if it was on fire. In this family, she was used to showing off her power, but now she suddenly fell from grace. She no longer had the prestige she had before. She didn't even dare to ask someone to bring her ice cubes to apply on her face.

Murong Mian waved to the maid to bring up a few cups of black tea. He gave it to Ji Mianmian and asked her to drink a few sips.

Then he said, "Aunt has been coming to my house to make trouble several times these days. I don't know what's going on?"

"You...know...it! My son's...hand." Murong Cuiting's face hurt so much that she could only speak word by word.

Murong Mian asked nonchalantly: "Oh, so what?"

Mrs. Murong was furious: "Why...what?"

She only had one son, Claude, and she doted on him. She had even gotten pregnant once in the early years, but unfortunately, she got rid of him herself.