Chapter 1833: Itchy hands, as if going up to the green tea table

I hope that Jessica will marry Randy, not to mention that Zhihong agrees. If you did n’t tell me that Randy was n’t Zhihong ’s biological son, I would n’t make sense, would n’t it? I know you're scared, and I understand your worries, but you can't slander me like that! "
"Slander? I slander you? You scumbag, see I won't kill you ..." Murong Cui Ting has almost lost her reason, and she has an idea in her heart, she must kill this sister-in-law, if not She, how could she do this, and as a result, she patted her and poured all the dirty water on her, and wanted to continue to dress her white lotus flower.
No one stepped forward, no one snored, and even Murong Zhihong looked coldly at Murong Cuiting's unilateral beating of Mrs. Jones.
Murong Cuiting can't beat Ji Mianmian, but she has a good chance of dealing with a woman like Mrs. Jones who prides herself on her pride.
Mrs. Jones got used to it, and when it came to such a beating between women, she had only been beaten.
Ji Mianmian felt his fist, his hands were itchy, I really wanted to go up.
Mu Rongmian held her shoulders, anxious, this kind of thing, the two dogs bit so happy, what do you go up to.
Mrs. Murong felt that she was much happier.
Mrs. Jones's meticulous hair was all torn apart, and fell to the ground, her face was scratched as if she had been scratched by dozens of chickens, her clothes were torn, and her arm was bitten. The wound was bleeding, and it looked like Titus howling.
Murong Zhihong thought it was almost the same before he said: "Pull them away."
Mu Rongmian waved in two security guards and pulled them apart.
When Mrs. Jones got her freedom, she immediately cried and said, "Zhihong, I know I shouldn't intervene, but your sister begged me, and I, who couldn't bear my best friend, was caught in the drum, so I did it But I didn't know it was all Ting Ting's lie. I really didn't know anything ... "
She cried miserably. If she had been dressed up so well in the past, crying like this would be called pear blossoms with rain.
But now, like a beggar, the shawl spreads, and it looks so ugly and sad.
Murong Zhihong waited for her to say, "Thank you for showing me such a wonderful show!"
Mrs Jones's cry stopped abruptly, "Zhi ... Zhihong!"
Murong Zhihong coughed twice and said: "You still don't call me like this, it will make people misunderstood. When you were young, you really did love you. This is true, but decades later, I have a wife I have a child, and I am very happy. My wife and filial son are filial. The love in the early years is not worth mentioning at all. I just treat you as an old friend who has known you for many years. It's been. "
Mrs Jones's heart was tight. "You ... I don't understand what you said, how can I count you, and I treat you as a friend, don't you believe me?"
Murong Zhihong's eyes suddenly became sharper: "Friend? What you want is nothing but the property of my Murong family, but you shouldn't take it for granted, and you should provoke me and my wife for the sake of death. . "
Murong Zhihong sneered: "Thank you for today's performance, which has blinded my eyes for many years, and finally see clearly."

Good night, broken sleep! ! Are you happy? Daybreak continues to tear!