Chapter 1903: Please, make him happy

Mrs. Murong opened her mouth, her face full of pain, and she could not breathe in oxygen. She said, "You ... you take good care ... love him, take good care ... photo ... gu ... he ..."
Ji Mianmian expressed his solemn expression and said, "You can rest assured that I will. He is my husband and the only person I love. Of course I will love him and take good care of him. I will always be with him."
Mrs. Murong's painful face finally softened, and Ji Mianmian's words were exactly what she wanted to hear.
That was the person she cared about the last time. She was a guilty person, but she couldn't compensate.
Ji Mianmian looked at Mrs. Murong's pain, and at the last moment of her life, she always looked at Murong Mian. She knew that she wanted him to talk to him, but he didn't come forward.
Ji Mianmian sighed silently, and she finally called out, "Mom."
She wanted to hear the word from Murong Mian's mouth, it was no longer possible, simply, she called for him.
In any case, after all, it can be considered a mother and child.
Besides, this is a real mother-in-law, and she should also call it.
If so, her "mom" can make her feel more at ease, and it's worth it.
Mrs. Murong's pupils dilated slowly, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and her hands fell down.
The heartbeat pulse of the bedside instrument has changed from a wave to a straight line,
Mrs. Murong, dead!
The last thing on her face was a smile, shallow, so gentle.
......
Murong Mian looked at Mrs. Murong's calm face, there was no ripple at all, and Mrs. Murong's life and death could no longer affect him.
Ji Mianmian's heart was a little stunned. Madam Murong's life was not long, but she really experienced a lot. It can also be said to be half-life bumpy. The grievance between her and Murong Mian, after her death, was finally brought to dust.
Ji Mianmian sighed in her heart, how she did not expect, the two of them turned out to be such a relationship in the end.
In fact, she should have thought long ago. If it was not for this relationship, how could Mrs. Murong rely on him for such trust.
However, she must have hurt him severely at first, and in the end, she wanted to beg him for forgiveness, and he didn't want to bother.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, everything is meaningless.
Ji Mianmian was worried about Murong Mian's heart, took his hand, and looked up at his side.
He didn't move, his eyes seemed to be staring at Mrs. Murong who had been covered with white cloth on the bed.
He was calm, and Mrs. Murong's death didn't seem to have touched him much.
Ji Mianmian clenched his hands, although he seemed cold-blooded, but after all, it was his biological mother, how could he really be ruthless.
If he was really indifferent, how could he run far to help Mrs. Murong to take possessions, and how could she face Mrs. Jones alone without fear of danger after she was kidnapped.
She said she was going to collect the corpse for Mrs. Murong, but really? Perhaps only he knew it.
Ji Mianmian has always stood by Mu Rongmian, and did not leave or speak, and accompanied her quietly.
After a long time, Murong Mian turned to Ji Mianmian and said, "It's time to prepare for the funeral again. It may be busy looking back."
With a smile on his face, a clean smile, no fog in his eyes, dark and deep, clear and clear, it seemed to wipe away all the dust.
Ji Mianmian clenched Mu Rongmian's hand tightly and couldn't help but screamed: "Husband ..."