Chapter 1880: Become a ghost and remember to come back to your brother

She did not believe that she could remain indifferent after taking out this Mrs. Murong, and sure enough, she succeeded.
In fact, she wasn't sure if this Murong Mian was the son of Mrs. Murong, but according to the information she found, she guessed it was almost.
After this relationship, she did not believe that Mrs. Murong went to Murongmian by herself, and he would really be so hard-hearted.
She just wanted the Murong family to support her husband and help them survive the crisis. Because of her daughter's affairs, his husband ’s credibility in the parliament is getting lower and lower. If he does n’t come back, let alone participate in the general election. Even Parliament may be evicted.
So she can only take risks.
She did not expect that Mrs. Murong would come to see her yesterday, but it was equivalent to giving her a card. Ji Mianmian did not hook, and Mrs. Murong did the same.
Now, she just wants Murong's family to support his husband, and she wants all Murong's property to become her.
However, Mrs. Murong gritted her teeth tightly, and the blood was permeated in the mouth. She stared at her son's ash box without opening her mouth.
She knew what Mrs. Jones had asked her to accompany Rong Mian.
She can't do that, she can't!
Mrs. Jones was irritable, and she continued: "I do n’t want to ask for help. It seems that you have to watch your son without even the last bit of ashes, is he? What a pitiful person, status, status, have been Occupied, now even the last ashes are gone, so pathetic! If I were him, I would hate you as a mother, how could I be so biased, how can I give everything to another son? "
Without saying a word, she sprinkled salt on the wound of Mrs. Murong's heart.
The pain made her feel almost suffocated, and she couldn't watch her son even the last ashes.
"You must not die ..."
Mrs. Jones said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, anyway, you will stay with us, even if we go to hell."
She glanced, and Murong Mian laughed, "Murong Mian, why don't you come and tell me, what is this? Whose ashes are? Do you want to know?"
Mu Rongmian said lightly: "I don't know, I don't want to know, but if you want such an urn in the future, maybe you ask me now, and I will make you wish after death."
Mrs. Jones grinned: "Okay, by the way, prepare one for your mother, and your brother ... By the way, this should be your brother, the same urn as his, so that their mother and son will reunite. "
"Well, that's a good idea."
Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth.
Annoyed in her heart, she glanced at the urn and simply held it up. "If I let go, this urn will break, right?"
Mu Rongmian said lightly: "Please ..."
He was still so indifferent, without temperature, and impersonal. Mrs. Jones gritted her teeth. "Since then, don't blame me, Wen Shan, you heard it yourself, you wild son, regardless of affection, has nothing to do with me When you see your younger son after you die, remember to tell him that when you become a ghost, remember to look for his brother. "
Mrs. Murong bit her lip. He watched Mrs. Jones hold up, tears in her eyes couldn't be controlled.

There is one more left. I am writing. The headache is exploding, and the writing is very slow.