Chapter 1822 Mianmian, You Guys Stay!

She knew that in this situation, even if someone said comforting words, they might not be heard.

Ji Mianmian looked up at Murong Mian. His face had returned to normal, but his expression didn't seem to be good.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Murong Mian, the doctor said a few words to him, left this place to them, and left.

Ji Mianmian noticed that Murong Mian's mood was not right, so she quietly stretched out her hand to hook his fingers and asked him with her eyes.

Murong Mian smiled at her, held her hand with his backhand, and said, "I'm fine."

He said to Mrs. Murong: "Now that you're awake, let's go back. It's time to prepare for the funeral."

Madam Murong looked at him, her lips trembling, tears streaming down her face, "Randy..."

Murong Mian interrupted her and said: "I know you are sad, but when a person dies, he is dead and will not come back. Many times, many people are like this. Even if you have done something wrong, you can still do it. Even if you do it, there is no point in regretting it.”

Ji Mianmian was a little confused when she heard this. She felt that Mu's words had some... other meaning, and it seemed that he was not just referring to Mr. Murong.

She bit her lip, confused.

However, speaking to a person who had just lost her husband and was still in grief, these words were a bit too harsh, and would they irritate Madam Murong even more?

Ji Mianmian turned around and wanted to say something to comfort Mrs. Murong, but she looked lonely: "Yeah, regret it...it's useless to regret it any more."

Ji Mianmian scratched his head, feeling that he was a little redundant at the moment.

Murong Mian reached out and pulled Ji Mianmian up: "Let's go back. You haven't had a good rest or eaten properly since yesterday. Are you tired?"

Ji Mianmian shook her head: "I'm fine. I'm in good health, but Madam..."

Murong Mian brushed away her hair that blocked her eyes: "She's fine, let's go."

He pulled Ji Mianmian to leave. She turned around to see Madam Murong: "Husband, madam..."

Madam Murong looked at them, the sadness in her eyes deepened, and Ji Mianmian felt an incomparable desolation from her body.

This was not the first time that she felt that something was wrong with the way Mrs. Murong looked at Murong Mian.

Before, she had always thought that seeing Murong Mian's appearance reminded her of her dead son.

But today...

Ji Mianmian shook her head, hey, forget it, she couldn't figure it out either, so she'd better stop thinking about it.

After returning to Murong's house, busy preparations for the funeral began. After two days, Mrs. Murong's condition finally improved a little.

The condolence hall was set up at home, and many people came one after another. Ji Mianmian stood beside Mrs. Murong.

Mrs. Murong would sit in the mourning hall at night, sometimes all night long.

Ji Mianmian saw her rapid weight loss in the past few days with her own eyes, and was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it any longer, so she advised her: "Madam, I know I have regrets in my heart and it's very sad, but you have to look forward to life. Such a big Murong Our family and the group are all waiting for you. Sooner or later we will return home. If you fall down again, what will happen to the things that the old gentleman left you? Are they really going to be taken away by those people? "

She wanted to say that this would stimulate Madam Murong's fighting spirit, but unexpectedly, Madam Murong grabbed her hand and said, "You guys, can you stay?"

"Huh? Huh?"

"Mianmian, please stay. Everything in this family will be left to you. Just stay..."

Ji Mianmian was shocked, my God, Mrs. Murong was going to fake it for real? Treat your fake son as a real one?

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