Chapter 1799 Are You Willing to Be Separated From Me for so Long?

Murong Cuiting looked at Mrs. Jones's back, her heart was in turmoil.

Although her brain was not working well, sometimes she was not really too confused. She knew that she could not beat Mrs. Jones.

However, she was worried about one thing.

If she did what Mrs. Jones said, then after she succeeded, would she be able to get her share?

Will this woman give it to her?

Murong Cuiting looked at the door of the intensive care unit. The bodyguards stood at the door, looking ferocious, and she was angry again.

Her eldest brother was really old and confused. He would not see her when he saw an outsider.

She thought about it, and now there was no other way.

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When they returned home, the housekeeper told them the news from the hospital. Old man Murong really survived and did not die.

However, the doctor said that he really did not die in a few days.

It might be a certain day in this month.

Murong Mian and Ji Mian did not think anything of this news.

After listening to it, Mrs. Murong did not speak and went upstairs silently.

Ji Mianmian hesitated for a moment and gestured to Murong Mian, and she followed to see.

She followed Mrs. Murong carefully, and after watching her go upstairs, she stood outside a bedroom door, and after a long time pushed the door open and went in.

That room was the master bedroom where she and Murong Zhihong had lived for many years, but she had moved out of it for nearly a year and had never been in again.

Ji Mianmian wanted to follow in, but Mrs. Murong closed the door.

She wanted to knock on the door, but her hand was suddenly held by someone. Ji Mianmian looked up and saw Murong Mian standing behind her at some point. He said, "She will be fine. She is much stronger than you think."

He took Ji Mianmian's hand and went downstairs.

Ji Mianmian sighed, "I think Mrs. Murong is really miserable. If I were her, I guess I would not be able to bear this blow long ago."

When people reach old age, what they want most is a happy and peaceful life, but she is just the opposite. It seems that all the hardships have erupted in her old age.

Murong Mian rubbed her face: "Don't think too much, everyone's life is different. What we can do for her is to help her get all the property of the Murong family so that she won't be miserable and have nowhere to live."

Ji Mianmian nodded vigorously: "Well, you are right. I really wonder, the Murong family has so many top relatives, how did the old man tolerate them for so many years? Logically, he is not a stupid person, why is it just this one?"

"Everyone has their own weaknesses. He probably just wants a good reputation and wants everyone to praise him. Unfortunately..."

It's a pity that he had a good reputation when he was alive, but he only wronged his wife and son.

The real cause of Murong Mian's death could never be an accidental fall from a horse. He told Murong Zhihong that day that it was Murong Cuiting who did it. In fact, he was just speculating. There is also definite evidence, but he thinks that the real Murong Mian's death may have contributed to those relatives.

It's a pity for a good young man.

The two chatted for a while, and Ji Mianmian took his hand and said, "After we finish this, let's go home. I want to continue to be Sister Qingsi's makeup artist, okay?"

"Sure, but... are you willing to be separated from me for so long every month?"

Ji Mianmian looked embarrassed: "Well... I don't want to, but for Sister Qingsi, how about I bear it?"

Murong Mian...

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