Chapter 1850 He Lives for Mianmian, Not for Her

The morning in Sheffield was shrouded in a thick morning fog.

As soon as he stepped out of the living room, Murong Mian felt the dampness coming over him.

At this time, the sky was about to dawn, and there was a fog all around, with a feeling of being surrounded by clouds and fog. The visibility was not high, about 10 meters away.

None of the servants in the house got up, and Murong Mian stood there alone, as if he would be swallowed by the thick fog in the next second.

The phone rang again: [I think you should understand that it is better to come alone in this situation. ]

Murong Mian sneered, after all, he was a cunning man, looking for him at this time.

He exhausted the people he was looking for, and made him lose patience, and found him at four o'clock in the morning when humans fell into deep sleep.

Did she think this would really work? No one could stop him from killing the people he wanted to kill and doing what he wanted to do.

Murong Mian turned to the garage and calmly started the car. Soon, the car drove into the fog and soon disappeared.

Upstairs, Ji Mianmian was still sleeping soundly, but when Murong Mian was there, her expression was very calm after falling asleep, but now she frowned frequently, and turned over in bed every once in a while, as if looking for the posture she usually took.

Murong Mian drove the car, driving slowly on the road alone.

It was still early, and the fog had not dissipated, but seemed to be getting worse.

Murong Mian drove very slowly, swaying and swaying. He now cherished his life very much, and would never speed up to save time.

About half an hour later, his mobile phone rang, and it was another text message from Mrs. Jones. She wrote: [40 minutes have passed in an hour, and you haven't come yet. It seems that you are going to collect her body. ]

Murong Mian glanced and smiled coldly.

It seems that he is not good enough, but the other party is anxious.

He picked up the phone and slowly typed a line of words: [Then put the body down, and I will take the body away when I arrive. 】

Murong Mian could imagine that Mrs. Jones would be so angry that she would want to tear him apart after seeing this.

What he had to do now was to make the other party believe that he didn't care so much about Mrs. Murong. He wanted to disrupt Mrs. Jones's rhythm.

Murong Mian looked at the thick fog outside the car and curled his lips. This old bitch didn't even look at the weather outside. Can he drive faster if he wants? Do you really think that this fog is created by his family? Can you drive faster if you want?

Murong Mian was very calm in his heart. He would do his best to ensure that Mrs. Murong would not die.

But...

He would not compromise more to save him.

People are selfish, and so is he.

For example, he would not take his life in exchange for Mrs. Murong's life.

He lived for Ji Mianmian, not for her, even if the other party saved her.

No matter who it was, he could not surpass Ji Mianmian's position in his heart.

Half a day later, Murong Mian received another text message: [I was almost deceived by you. I believe this woman is special to you. You will not watch her die. I will give you another half an hour...]

At the same time, she also sent him a photo.

In the photo, Mrs. Murong was hung up, barefoot, with blood dripping down her feet.

Through the screen, Murong Mian could smell the blood, and his eyes became colder and colder.

He put the phone down and did not reply. His eyes were heavy and looked ahead with low visibility. The coldness seemed to condense the water vapor in the fog.

I caught a cold, so uncomfortable...The next one may be a little slower