Chapter 1872 The Secret Hidden for Many Years!

At this moment, Ji Mianmian pricked up his ears against the door outside, and could vaguely hear the words inside, just in time to hear him say this.

Her heart warmed, and a smile appeared on her face.

In fact, she had almost guessed the relationship between the two inside, but she still didn't want to think too much before hearing them say it out.

The conversation inside was still going on, she thought about it, anyway, she had already listened to it, so let's finish listening.

Mrs. Murong's voice became weaker and weaker, her eyes no longer had any light, and she was struggling every second.

"Mianmian is a good girl, it's great that you can be with her... I know you hate me in your heart, but I also..."

Impatientness flashed across Murong Mian's face: "Okay, you don't have to tell me how painful you were back then, it has nothing to do with me, and you don't have to threaten me that you are dying, tell me to forgive you, let alone What to say, what is your last wish, what is in your heart, I know it all, you just want to let the guilt in your heart disappear through my mouth before you die, and you just want to die with peace of mind, But...why?"

Mrs. Murong's lips trembled, she looked at Murong Mian's indifferent face, and felt indescribably sad.

There was a stone in her throat, and she choked up, "I...I always want to make it up, I really want to make it up to you..."

"Thank you, but I don't need it. Oh, and I don't want anyone else to know about the matter between us. After all, this is not a glorious past." Murong Mian said with a cold face, You're welcome.

He was originally as indifferent as a stone, but now, he began to become a little impatient.

Madam Murong stretched out her hand: "I...I..."

Murong Mian interrupted him: "Who do you want to give the Murong family to? If there is no one, I will donate it to charity after you die."

"Shaoguang... Shaoguang..."

Murong Mian suddenly said coldly: "That's enough, don't call me by my name anymore, this name is dead, isn't it called Murong Mian now? You are such a good mother, even if your son dies, you will let him His face, his name, continue to live, turn around and wait for you to die and see him underground, you continue to be kind and filial to your mother, don’t worry, I will hide you together.”

His gaze was aggressive and sinister, and his words were also extraordinarily sharp, even very sharp.

Mrs. Murong was taken aback, her heartbeat suddenly jumped twice on the instrument.

Looking at the suddenly angry Murong Mian, she seemed to understand that she made him hate more than one thing.

"Did you...did you...hate me, at the beginning, at the beginning...to..."

Murong Mian looked bored: "Forget it, you don't need to say it, and I don't bother to listen. After you die, I will arrange a beautiful funeral for you, and I will bury you and Murong Zhihong together. You can go away with peace of mind."

Murong Mian turned around to leave after speaking.

Mrs. Murong struggled to shake, she cried: "Randy, I don't just want to save him, I don't think of you as a spare tire, I don't just think about him...I just want you two, No matter who it is, as long as one can survive, even if one survives..." Mrs. Murong fell silent on the bed, so weak that she couldn't make a sound.

When Ji Mianmian heard these words outside the door, her heart trembled. Her previous guess had come true.