Chapter 1847: Mianmian, you stay!

She knew that in this case, even if someone said something comforting, she could not hear it.
Ji Mianmian looked up at Mu Rongmian, his face had returned to normal, but his expression did not seem to be very good.
The doctor saw that Mu Rongmian had no problem, he said a few words to him, left them here, and left.
Ji Mianmian noticed that Mu Rongmian's mood was not right, he quietly reached out and grabbed his fingers, and asked him with his eyes.
Mu Rongmian smiled at her and held her hand backhand, saying, "I'm fine."
He said to Mrs. Murong, "Now that you are awake, let's go back. The funeral should be ready."
Mrs. Murong looked at him, her lips trembling, and tears kept flowing, "Randy ..."
Mu Rongmian interrupted her and said, "I know you're sad, but people who die are just dead and won't come back again. Many times, many people are like this. Even if you do something wrong, you can do it. It's useless to regret it. "
Ji Mianmian heard something inexplicable, and she felt as if Mu had something to say ... Another meaning, it seemed that it was not just Mr Murong.
She bit her lip and wondered.
However, this remark was told to a man who had just lost his husband and was still in sorrow. Is it too harsh? Will it be more exciting for Mrs. Murong.
Ji Mianmian turned his head to comfort Mrs. Rong for a few words, but she looked lonely: "Yeah, regret ... no regret, it's useless."
Ji Mianmian scratched his head, feeling a bit redundant at the moment.
Mu Rongmian reached out and pulled Ji Mianmian up. "Go, go back. You haven't taken a good rest since yesterday, nor have you had a serious meal. Are you tired?"
Ji Mianmian shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm in good health, but my wife ..."
Mu Rongmian brushed the hair that blocked her eyes: "She's fine, let's go."
He took Ji Mianmian to leave, and she turned to see Mrs. Murong: "Husband, madam ..."
Madam Murong looked at them, her grief deepened, and Ji Mianmian felt a vicissitude of desolation from her.
This was not the first time that Madame Murong had looked at Murong Mian wrongly.
Before that, she always felt that she might have seen Mu Rongmian and thought of her dead son.
But today ...
Ji Mianmian shook his head, hey, forget it, she didn't understand, just don't think about it.
Back to Murong's house, the funeral began to be busy preparing. After two days, Mrs. Murong's condition was finally a little better.
The condolence hall was set up at home, and many people came one after another. Ji Mianmian stood beside Mrs. Murong.
In the evening, Mrs. Murong sat in the hall, and sometimes she sat all night.
Ji Mianmian watched her quickly lose weight in the past few days, worried that she could not stand it, and then she persuaded: "Madam, I know I have regrets in my heart, I am very sad, but I have to look forward in my life, so big Murong Home, as well as the group, are waiting for you. We will return home sooner or later. What if the old man leaves you, what do you do? Is it really taken away by those people? "
She wanted to say that this motivated Mrs. Murong's fighting spirit, but she did not expect that Mrs. Murong grabbed her hand and said, "You guys, can you stay?"
"Ah? Ah?"
"Mianmian, you stay, everything in this family is left to you, stay ..."
Ji Mianmian was shocked. Oh my God, Mrs. Murong really wanted to do fake work? Smash the fake son seriously?