Chapter 1821 If Time Could Turn Back

Seeing this scene, Ji Mianmian was stunned at the time. Oh my god, no way.

Her thoughts at the time were: I asked my husband to comfort you, not to let you steal my girlfriend. If you really dare, I will no longer sympathize with you, I will only tear you apart.

Madam Murong hugged very tightly, as if she regarded Murong Mian as her only life-saving straw.

Her crying made people feel sad, but Ji Mianmian did not sympathize with her now.

She was very anxious and wanted to go up and pull Madam Murong away, but there was a doctor watching next to her. If she really did so, it would be strange to outsiders.

The doctor sighed: "Madam is also pitiful. Her son is her only support at present."

Ji Mianmian bit her lip. Could it be that she regarded Murong Mian as her own son, so she couldn't control herself?

She looked at Madam Murong who was crying and almost suffocating, and felt that this idea was right.

After all, Madam Murong really loved Mr. Murong, so how could she fall in love with Murong Mian so quickly?

Ji Mianmian shrank her head, feeling ashamed for her thoughts just now. She felt that she was too vulgar, how could she think like that.

Mrs. Murong was already very pitiful. Excessive grief might directly lead to unconsciousness. She might forget the fact that her biological son was dead. In addition, this fake Murong Mian had the same face as her son, so it was not surprising that she would make a mistake.

Ji Mianmian sighed, don't think about it.

Murong Mian was hugged tightly by Mrs. Murong, and he didn't move.

The doctor was a little strange. If he was a normal person, he should hug his mother and comfort her now.

Ji Mianmian accidentally saw the suspicious expression on the doctor's face, and then looked at Murong Mian's posture, and thought of this, and hurriedly said: "Oh no, Randy has not fully recovered since the last fall from the horse. My mother strangled his neck. Look at his face swollen..."

The doctor also noticed that Murong Mian's face was a little red, and he didn't doubt him and hurried forward.

"Madam, please let go first, Madam... Young Master Randy can't breathe."

Ji Mianmian was very strong and forced Mrs. Murong's hand apart, and rescued Murong Mian. He covered his neck and coughed a few times.

In order to prevent her from grabbing Murong Mian again, Ji Mianmian just held Mrs. Murong's hand and said, "Mom, I know you are sad, Mom, it's okay, Dad is gone, and there is me and Randy. We are all with you, don't worry."

Mrs. Murong's face was full of tears, looking at Ji Mianmian, and said, "Yes, and you, and you..."

Ji Mianmian was stunned. This... Did she regard her husband as her own son, and her fake daughter-in-law as her own?

This seems, not very scientific, right?

Ji Mianmian was confused, but she only buried these in her heart: "Mom, you see, Dad also hopes that you can live well after he is gone, and don't be too sad."

She just glanced at the letter that Murong Zhihong left for Mrs. Murong, which said that if one day he left, he hoped that she would continue to be happy.

Mrs. Murong's eyes were red and swollen. She closed her eyes, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

She murmured, "I really regret it. If I could ask him, if I could ask him earlier, I would have listened to his explanation..."

Ji Mianmian sighed. There are not so many ifs.

All ifs are regrets. If time can really go back, there will be no so many regrets in the world.