1855: She was the brightest ray of sunlight in the world

She was the brightest ray of sunlight in the world

Murong Mian lowered her head and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry. Even if you don't want her money, your husband can still make you a rich wife."1

Ji Mianmian's eyes were bright and the smile on her lips made her face look as cute as a sunflower that would never wither. It was always full of energy and life.

"Sure, sure. My husband is the best anyway."

Murong Mian could not help but stop. She held Ji Mianmian's face and lowered her head to kiss her.

This little face made him feel like he was being seduced at all times.

He was so lucky to have the brightest ray of sunlight in the world.

Madam Murong ran out and saw the two people kissing in the dark.

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Soon, the day of Murong Zhihong's burial arrived.

According to the customs of the country, his grave had been checked by a Feng Shui Master, who had found a place in the ancestral grave of the Murong family that was said to be good.

On the day of the burial, the weather was a little gloomy. Fortunately, it only drizzled intermittently and did not rain heavily.

Murong Mian was holding Murong Zhihong's portrait in her hands. Ji Mianmian was holding Madam Murong's arm. She was wearing a black dress and was silently watching the burial.

She looked at Madam Murong worriedly. She had been worried since two days ago that she would not be able to take it on the day of her burial.

These few days, Madam Murong had been exhausted both mentally and physically. Her body had quickly become thin.

But today, she was still fine. At least, her face was calm.

Murong Mian sighed in her heart. After the love of her life passed away, she had to go through this process. The passage was numb, and she was heartbroken. There was nothing more sorrowful than the death of her heart.

The wet soil slowly covered the coffin. Ji Mianmian could feel Madam Murong's body trembling.

"Mom ..." Ji Mianmian hurriedly called out.

Madam Murong's eyes were red and swollen. She said,""A long time ago, he said that he would never walk in front of me. He would watch over me ... Let me leave in peace, and then arrange everything for Landy, and then come to me ... But he lied to me again. He's a liar. Do you know how many times he lied to me ..."

She seemed to be talking to Ji Mianmian, but it was more like she was talking to the person who had already died in the coffin.

Madam Murong's voice trembled. Ji Mianmian felt bitter and uncomfortable when she heard it.

Madam Murong kept talking about the things that Murong Zhihong had promised her but failed to do.

Ji Mianmian was afraid that Madam Murong would lose control."Mom, please calm down ..."

However, she didn't expect that before Madam Murong could lose control, someone would suddenly barge in.

Before she could see him, she heard a scream."Big brother, my poor big brother. How could you be so cruel and leave me alone? do you know how your sister was bullied after you died? do you know ..."

The voice was so sharp that it hurt people's eardrums. Those who heard it frowned.

Ji Mianmian turned around and saw Murong cuiting in a raincoat, stumbling like a Shrew. She rushed over and fell in front of Murong Zhihong's tombstone. She hugged his tombstone and started crying.

Her son, Claude, and her husband, Mr. Martin, were behind her.

The family of three was in quite a sorry state now. Without the fat piece of meat, the Murong family, for them to chew on, their days had fallen from heaven to hell.

Claude's hand was broken by Ji Mianmian, and it had not recovered yet. However, they did not have the money to pay for the hospital fees, so they could only be chased out.

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