Chapter 1757 She Is a Good Girl, but She Cannot Marry His Son

Ji Mianmian's voice was clear, loud, polite, and neither humble nor arrogant.

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Murong Zhihong, her eyes bright and frank, without any evasion or timidity.

Murong Zhihong looked at Ji Mianmian, his face... indescribably complicated, in his turbid eyes

At his age, he has seen countless people, and now when he sees a stranger, he only needs to take a rough look to get a general idea.

To be honest, the girl in front of him is really good, at least she is very frank, bright, simple, and has no dark thoughts. His son's vision is really good.

If it was before, when he was still in good health, if his son found a girl like this, he would be very happy and sincerely hope that his son would be happy.

But now, he may not even see the sun tomorrow, and he has to think about his son's future.

Murong Zhihong is such a shrewd person, how could he not know that the Murong family is now surrounded by wolves, and everyone is waiting for him to die, and then to divide up the huge inheritance he left behind.

He had to admit that he had left a mess for his son.

He now regretted his soft-heartedness.

If he had been a little more ruthless and had been tougher with those relatives, his son would not be in such a situation now.

At the beginning, Murong Zhihong just thought that although his son was smart, he was pure-hearted. There were too many intrigues in the business world. He was worried that his son could not handle it alone, so he thought about being more tolerant of those relatives, hoping that they could help his son more after his death.

It's a pity that he didn't know how to judge people. He raised a bunch of wolves.

It's true that a little kindness will be resented. If you help someone when he is poor, he will be grateful to you. But if you keep helping him and supporting him, he will develop a habit over time and feel that what you give is what you should give, and even dislike that you give too little.

Sometimes, human hearts are such vicious things.

Murong Mian glanced at Murong Zhihong and saw that he was staring at Ji Mianmian in a trance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking at Ji Mianmian again, even though she was looked at like that, she didn't show any timidity on her face.

Murong Mian sighed. After that incident, his girl really grew up.

After a long time, Murong Zhihong finally recovered: "Your name is... Ji Mianmian?"

Ji Mianmian raised the corners of her lips and smiled: "Yes, my name is Ji Mianmian, Ji for season, Mian for cotton, Dad, I'm sorry, I came to see you now, I hope you don't mind, don't worry, I will treat you as my biological father in the future."

Her smile was bright, like a ray of sunshine, instantly illuminating this room full of death and decay.

Murong Zhihong sighed in his heart, this is indeed a good girl.

But she can't help her son at all!

He must arrange a good marriage for his son before he dies, find someone who can help his son, otherwise, he will not be at ease even if he dies.

Murong Zhihong took a break and said, "Don't worry. Call me... Dad. I... think it's too early. You... can't be with Randy."

Ji Mianmian smiled. She was not surprised at what Murong Zhihong said. She said directly, "I know you don't like me, but it doesn't matter. It's not important."