1881: He lives for Mianmian, not for her

He lives for Mianmian, not for her

2 The morning in seffield was shrouded in a thick morning mist.2

The moment she stepped out of the living room, Murong Mian felt a wave of moisture wash over her.

At this time, the sky was not bright, and the surroundings were foggy. It felt like a mountain surrounded by clouds and fog. The visibility was not high, and it was only about 10 meters.

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

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

Murong Mian laughed coldly. He was indeed a cunning old fox to come to him at this time.

He would drag the person he was looking for until he was exhausted and impatient. He would find the human at four in the morning when he was in deep sleep.

Did she really think that this would work? The people he wanted to kill, the things he wanted to do, no one could stop him.

Murong Mian turned around and went to the garage. She started the car calmly and soon drove into the fog, disappearing from view.

Upstairs, Ji Mianmian was still sound asleep. When Murong Mian was around, she would always look calm when she was asleep, but now, she was frowning. She would flip her body in bed every now and then, as if she was looking for her usual pose.

Murong Mian was driving the car, slowly driving down the road alone.

It was still early, and the fog had not dispersed. On the contrary, it seemed to be getting heavier.

Murong Mian's car was driving very slowly and unsteadily. He valued his life very much and would not speed up just because he was in a hurry.

About half an hour later, his phone rang. It was another text from Mrs. Jones. She wrote: [It's already been 40 minutes, but you're still not here. It seems like you're going to collect her body.]

Murong Mian glanced at him and sneered.

It seemed that he had not expected the other party to be anxious.

He picked up his phone and slowly typed out a line of words: [Then you can put the body down. I'll take it away when I get there.]

Murong Mian could imagine how angry Mrs. Jones would be if she saw this. She would probably tear him apart.

What he needed to do now was to make the other party believe that he didn't care about Madam Murong that much. He wanted to disrupt the rhythm of Madam Jones.

Murong Mian looked at the thick fog outside the car and pouted. 'This old B * tch, why doesn't she look at the weather outside? can he drive faster even if he wants to?' Did he really think that he could drive faster because of the fog?

Murong Mian, on the other hand, was very calm. She would do her best to ensure that Madam Murong would not die.

But ...

He would not compromise more in order to save him.

Humans were selfish, and he was no different.

For example, he would not exchange his life for Madam Murong 's.

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

No one could surpass Ji Mianmian's position in his heart.

Half a day later, Murong Mian received another text message.[I was almost fooled by you. I believe that this woman is special to you. You won't watch her die. I'll give you another half an hour ...]

At the same time, she sent him a photo.

In the photo, Madam Murong was hung up, barefooted, with blood dripping down her feet.

Murong Mian could smell the blood through the screen, and his eyes slowly turned cold.

He put down his phone and didn't reply. His eyes stared at the low visibility in front of him. The coldness seemed to freeze the water vapor in the fog.

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