Chapter 1794 You Can Die without Worry, I Won't Be Sad

Moreover, she said that besides him, she didn’t know who else to call. After so many years, he was the only one she trusted the most.

I believe any man would be moved when he hears this, right?

Murong Zhihong drank a few more drinks with her, and later...

Murong Mian looked at Murong Zhihong's expression. He probably didn't know it himself, "Whether you know this or not, it doesn't matter anymore. It can't change the fact of betrayal anyway. My changes to you , because I suddenly discovered that my father, who I have always respected, always loved, and always thought was powerful, turned out to be just a confused and stupid guy. He seemed to be no longer worthy of my respect. "

"I...I..." Murong Zhihong wanted to speak anxiously, but he couldn't.

Murong Mian curled her lips disdainfully: "Who is a woman like Mrs. Jones? You regard her as a goddess, but in my opinion, she is worse than a bitch. It's a shame that you even thought of letting me marry her daughter. Her daughter is What the hell? Do you think that others should listen to you if you think it’s good? Do you think that everyone just needs to act according to you, without the need for right and wrong? If that’s the case, then you don’t? If you need a son, you need a robot."

Murong Zhihong's face turned pale, and he was in a very bad state: "I don't, I don't..."

Murong Mian took a look and saw that his heartbeat was beating very fast now.

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter anyway, I won't listen to you."

The doctor said: "Master Randy, please stop irritating Mr. He is in very bad condition now..."

Murong Mian replied: "Isn't he always in very bad health?"

doctor:"……"

Murong Zhihong's hand with the needle for infusion grabbed Murong Mian's arm: "Randy... you, you really have to... listen to me, marry her... otherwise, you will... you will be in trouble. …”

Murong Mian slowly took out his hand and said: "Look, even now, you are pretending to be critically ill to threaten me and make me promise you, and then abandon your beloved wife and become a Same scumbag as you.”

Murong Mian knew that today's so-called critical illness was actually a play that Murong Zhihong deliberately asked the doctor to cooperate with him.

His condition itself is very bad, but he is still holding on, and the hospital has been using the best medicine and the most advanced medical technology to extend his survival time, and he can survive day by day.

In fact, his health was already failing.

Therefore, he doesn't need to pretend, it just looks like it.

If it was really Murong Mian, he would definitely agree, but he wasn't, he was fake.

How could he care about Murong Zhihong's life or death?

Murong Zhihong felt that the son in front of him was strange and scary. He could not feel any familiar breath at all: "You...you..."

Murong Mian slowly smoothed his sleeves: "Perhaps, for my mother, your death is the news she wants to hear most, so don't live anymore, go die."

Being told by your own son, "Go and die," how does a father feel when he hears this?

However, looking at the rich expression on Murong Zhihong's face, Murong Mian felt an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart.

Murong Zhihong looked at Murong Mian with mixed feelings in his heart!