Chapter 1795 A Standard Green Tea Table

Perhaps because his body was too weak, he could hardly even feel the pain.

It turned out that his wife and his son wanted him to die.

What was all his efforts over the years?

In Murong Mian's opinion, Murong Zhihong was a pitiful and hateful person. He might not even think where he was wrong.

"Father, if you want to go, go as soon as possible. If you don't go, live well and watch me. How can I make the Murong family, which you think will decline without external help, flourish in my hands?"

After Murong Mian finished speaking, he bowed to Murong Zhihong and left.

He walked out of the emergency room, and the doctor looked at Murong Zhihong with an embarrassed face: "Sir..."

Murong Zhihong's face was bleak, and then, soon, his hands and feet began to twitch, his breathing began to speed up, and his heart began to drop suddenly after a rapid beating.

The doctor took a look and said, "Quick, quick rescue..."

Originally, it was to cooperate with Murong Zhihong to perform a play, but now it has become a real rescue.

...

Murong Mian walked out and saw Ji Mianmian standing in front of Madam Murong, stepping on Murong Cuiting.

He glanced at her indifferently. It seemed that after the last lesson, Murong Cuiting still couldn't learn to be smart.

Mrs. Jones, who was hiding in the corner and trying to reduce her presence, ran over as soon as she saw him come out: "Randy, how is Zhihong? What did he say?"

"Why are you so anxious, Mrs. Jones? It has nothing to do with you."

Mrs. Jones said awkwardly: "I... I just care about him..."

Murong Mian sarcastically said: "You should care about your own husband. It's not your turn to care about other people's husbands. But you are right. After my father fell ill, the next time you quarrel with your husband and run out to drink, you won't find a man to complain to."

Mrs. Jones looked embarrassed: "I... just treat Zhihong as my best friend."

Ji Mianmian kicked Murong Cuiting away, looked at Mrs. Jones, and pouted: "You are so old, auntie, do you still want to spend a few more years? There is a word in our country called green tea bitch, which specifically refers to women like you."

Murong Cuiting covered her stomach and wailed in pain. She really regretted provoking Ji Mianmian just now. She had already suffered once in her hands.

It's all Mrs. Jones's fault, this bitch, deliberately instigated her.

Mrs. Jones always instigated others to fight, hiding behind the scenes. After the incident, she pretended that I was the only innocent person in the world.

Murong Cuiting knew this, but she just couldn't help it.

Mrs. Jones's mouth twitched: "Shut up, you lowly yellow man!"

She secretly sent a message to Murong Zhihong to let him pretend to be critically ill, and then threatened Murong Mian with death. She didn't believe that as a son, facing his father, the last request before death, would not agree.

She knew that Murong Mian and Murong Zhihong had a good relationship, so she guessed that he would definitely not let his father die with regrets.

However, she couldn't see anything from Murong Mian's expression, so she was very anxious. When she was anxious, she was sometimes easy to lose control, and then she said the brainless words just now.

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it and wanted to slap herself twice.

Ji Mianmian looked at Murong Mian, looked at Mrs. Murong, and said: "Husband, it turns out that in other people's hearts, we are all lowly people?"