Chapter 1758: She is my wife and of course i want to bring her back

Ji Mianmian hugged Mu Rongmian's waist tightly: "I am with you, you owe her, I will help you pay back, no matter what you do, as long as you don't leave me, we will face it together."
Murong Mian comforted her: "Things, in fact ... it's not troublesome. Madam Murong is just afraid that her husband's status in Murong's family will be unstable after her husband's death. Relatives on her husband's side will persecute her in order to her property. Yes, it is to help her secure her position. "
Although Ji Mianmian was a little clumsy, she still thought about how many of these interests were disputed.
If Murong's family is easily available, Mrs. Murong will definitely not give Murong sleep all her son's face.
It must be very troublesome and dangerous, so Mu Rongmian's identity must exist, and no one can know that he is dead.
She turned Ye Shaoguang into Murong Mian, hoping that he could help her and get Murong's family, and would not be snatched away by relatives who had been watching for a long time.
However, what is the situation over there, Ji Mianmian does not know, the only thing I can think of is that it will never be peaceful.
Ji Mianmian raised his head and asked, "What do we need to do when we get there?"
"I don't need to do anything. I just need to be a good son in front of Murong Zhihong, let him die with peace of mind, and trust me with Murong's family." Mu Rongmian said very lightly.
Ji Mianmianhu doubted: "It's ... so easy?"
Murong Mian laughed: "Of course, it's that simple. Everyone knows that Murong Zhihong loves his only son very much. As long as Murong Mian's name is alive, he is the only heir of Murong's family, and no one can dispute it."
After Murong Zhihong's death, all inheritance rights belong to Murong Mian, then, it is equivalent to falling into the hands of Mrs. Murong.
After everything was settled, he privately transferred all the property to Mrs. Murong.
Mu Rongmian wondered in his heart, so that's almost OK.
Hope no more trouble.
Mu Rongmian's words made Ji Mianmian's heart slightly safe: "Then ... Murong Zhihong, will you recognize that you are not Murong Mian?"
Mu Rongmian shook his head: "Rest assured, it won't ... My face is exactly like his son, how can I recognize it?"
In the past year, Mrs. Murong took a lot of information about Murongmian's previous videos, let him watch the imitations, and told him a lot of Murongmian's things. She was more afraid than him of the flaws.
If Murong Zhihong knew that Murong Mian was fake and his son was dead, he was just a stand-in for his wife. Presumably his life would be gone, maybe he would not give them a penny.
According to his cleverness, one year to learn to imitate a person is enough.
Ji Mianmian grabbed his arm worriedly: "I'm a little upset ..."
People are always afraid of the unknown. England is a place where Ji Mianmian has never been. What will happen to Murong's house? She didn't know anything.
Mu Rongmian saw the anxiety and uneasiness on Ji Mianmian's face, and rebuked her heart. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have to face it at all. It was him, who pulled her into this vortex.
"Don't be afraid, it's actually not that dangerous, just treat me as a show."
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Are you ... have grown up now?"
Mu Rongmian lowered her head to show her: "It's all right, you see, even scars are hard to see."