Chapter 1791 You Are so Mean, You Deserve to Be Beaten!

Ji Mianmian only felt that Mrs. Jones was even more annoying than Murong Cuiting.

Before Mrs. Murong opened her mouth, Mrs. Jones had already walked over: "Mrs. Murong, I'm sorry, if I caused you any misunderstanding about Zhihong, then I must apologize to you. Please forgive me for my unintentional mistake. But... today, I'm afraid I can't leave. Now Zhihong is inside to rescue him. Maybe... Forgive me to be honest, maybe this is the last time we see him. I think as his wife, you don't want him to When you finally leave, do you still have regrets?”

The more Ji Mianmian listened, the more she felt something was wrong. What Mrs. Jones said was so annoying.

Zhihong Zhihong, you called me so affectionately, Ma Dan, was that what you called me?

It was an unintentional mistake, haha, green tea ladies like to act innocent like this.

Especially the last sentence, what does it mean to be Murong Zhihong's wife and not want him to have regrets in the end? What regret? Ji Mian Mian felt that she could understand that Mrs. Jones was saying: The last person Murong Zhong wants to see is me. If I am not here, he will not feel at ease even when he leaves. So, I am very important?

Ji Mianmian really wanted to scold you for eating Xiang, what a shame.

In front of his wife, if he said this, how fucking worthy would he be?

Ji Mianmian only feels itchy in her hands, as if they are being drawn up. What should she do?

However, before she could take action this time, someone had already done so.

She heard two snapping sounds, and after two sweet and moving sounds, Mrs. Qiongsou was shaken by the beating, covering her face with shock.

Madam Murong started slowly. Although her face was still pale, she had calmed down. She said calmly: "I have wanted to give you a slap for a long time. If you want to stay, okay, then you can stay. For someone who is already shameless Bitch, what can I say?”

Murong Cuiting looked on with excitement on her face. She hated Mrs. Murong and Mrs. Jones. She loved watching these two fight each other the most.

As long as they are tearing each other apart, who will pay attention to her?

After being extremely shocked, Mrs. Jones was shaking with anger. Her face was burning with pain. She had not been slapped in public for decades, and now that she was treated like this, she really wanted to strangle Mrs. Murong to death, but she Just stay calm and collected.

Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth and said: "Mrs. Murong, you are also the wife of the Murong family after all, but what you say and do now is not what a wealthy mistress should do. How can you be worthy of Zhihong?"

Mrs. Murong said disdainfully: "What about me? It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks. Before you talk about me, please control your legs first. Don't let others have sex when you see other people's husbands."

Mrs. Jones took two steps back, covering her heart and shaking: "You, you... you..."

Madam Murong said in disgust: "What's wrong with me? I just told the truth and pretended to be a noble lady, but what I did was the prostitute's business. I really don't know, Mr. Jones knows that you brought him such a How do you feel about being a cuckold? Maybe by exposing this incident, you can get some sympathy votes for him."

Mrs. Jones was shaking with rage, her cheeks were already red and swollen, and there were two scratches from her nails, which showed how much force Mrs. Murong had just used.

"Don't talk nonsense and spit. I will write down everything you said today, Mrs. Murong."