Chapter 1782: She is a good girl, but she cannot marry his son

Ji Mianmian's voice is crisp, loud, and polite, not humble.
After speaking, he looked up at Murong Zhihong, his eyes were bright, frank, and there was no evasion and timidity.
Murong Zhihong looked at Ji Mianmian, and his complexion ... complicated, murky eyes
At his age, he has read countless people. Now when he sees strangers, he only needs to take a brief look to get a good look.
The girl in front of me, really, is really good, at least a very frank, bright, simple, no dark minded girl, his son's vision is indeed good.
If before, when his health was fine, if his son found such a girl, he would be very happy, and would sincerely hope that his son would be happy.
But now, he may not even see the sun tomorrow, and he has to think about his son in the future.
How could a savvy person like Murong Zhihong not know that today's Murong family is surrounded by packs of wolves, everyone is waiting for him to die, and then come to divide up his huge legacy.
He had to admit that he had left a mess with his son.
He now regrets his soft heart.
Had he been more ruthless and could be more resolute to those relatives, his son would not be in such a situation now.
At first, Murong Zhihong just thought that although his son was smart, but his heart was pure, and there was too much intrigue in the business field, he was worried that his son would not be able to carry it alone, so he thought about being tolerant of those relatives, hoping that they would After you die, help your son.
It's a pity that he didn't know anyone, raised him, and raised a bunch of wolves.
It ’s true that you ’re up to Semen, Dou Chou, you ’re helping someone when you ’re poor, and he ’ll be grateful to you, Dade, but if you ’ve been helping him, you ’ve been supporting him, When he develops a habit, he feels that what you give is what it should be, and even dislikes what you give.
Sometimes the heart is such a poisonous thing.
Mu Rongmian swept Murong Zhihong and saw that he was looking at Ji Mianmian and didn't know what he was thinking.
Looking at Ji Mianmian again, even if looked at like that, his face did not show any cowardice.
Mu Rongmian sighed. After that, his girl really grew up.
After a long time, Murong Zhihong finally calmed down to God: "What's your name ... Ji Mianmian?"
Ji Mianmian raised his lips and smiled: "Yes, my name is Ji Mianmian, season's season, cotton's cotton, Dad, I'm sorry to see you now, I hope you don't blame you, rest assured, I will I respect you as my biological father. "
She smiled brightly, like a ray of sunlight, and instantly illuminated this room full of death and decay.
Murong Zhihong sighed, this is indeed a good girl.
But she can't help her son!
Before he dies, he must arrange a good family relationship for his son and find someone who can help his son, otherwise he will not feel relieved even if he is dead.
Murong Zhihong took a break and said: "You ... don't worry, call me ... Dad, I ... think ... it's too early, you can't ... be with Randy."
Ji Mianmian smiled and was not surprised at all what Murong Zhihong said. She directly said, "I know you don't like me, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."