1809 Dad, please don't be angered to death by me

Ji Mianmian did not want to anger Murong Zhihong to death. She also sympathized with the old man in front of her.

From his point of view, he was not in the wrong. Instead, he had always been thinking for his son. He was afraid that his son would be bullied after his death, so he wanted to find a wife who could help his son.

However, he did not know that his only son had died.

At the thought of this, Ji Mianmian could not hate the old man in front of her. Since she was young, her parents had taught her to put herself in his shoes.

She didn't hate him, but she couldn't agree to his request like a Saint.

If they were truly in love, how could they bear to give up on each other and watch him marry someone else?

She was good to him, but was she really good to him?

No way, marrying someone you don't love, you probably have to use a lifetime of happiness as the price, then this price is too big!

True love meant that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, even if there were thorns under their feet, they would accompany him through the storm. They would believe in him and believe in themselves.

Besides, she was someone who had lost it once. No one knew the meaning of cherishing it better than she did.

Besides, this Murong Mian was a fake. He wasn't Murong Zhihong's son. She couldn't sacrifice their hard-earned happiness for the old man.

"You ... You ..." Murong Zhihong was so angry that he kept panting. He was trembling on the bed.

Ji Mianmian did not dare to speak, afraid that she would anger the old man again.

"I'm sorry, my words may have been a little harsh and my tone wasn't very nice, but ... These are my heartfelt words. I know you're doing this for Murong Mian's good, but if it's really good, can you please put yourself in his shoes? Even if I really leave, even if he really does as you wish and marries that Jessica, will he be happy?"

"I really want to ask you something. Do you feel bad for our son, or ... Do you feel bad that after you die, Murong Mian won't be able to keep the Murong family's assets?"

Ji Mianmian wanted to apologize, but she could not control her mouth and ended up saying more.

The old man was so angry that his eyes rolled up, his throat was full of vulgarities, and his body was twitching.

Ji Mianmian was scared out of her wits."I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I ... I ... Aiya, I'd better not say anything. Once I say something ... I'm wrong. Dad, please don't take it to heart. I'm just too simple-minded ... I'll help you call him now. Please, please don't get into any trouble."

She wanted to run out as she spoke, but she heard the old man Squeeze out two words from his throat,""Stand ... Still ..."

Ji Mianmian stopped in her tracks and said worriedly,""Dad, you ... I think I'll go and call him. If anything happens to you, I ... I'll really have to jump down from this building."

"You ... You ..."

"Take your time," Ji Mianmian said hurriedly,"don't rush."

The old man's breathing finally stabilized after a while. He said with great effort,""You ... Don't ... Understand ... Anything!"

Ji Mianmian nodded her head."Yes, yes, yes. I don't know anything, but I think you know that he made the decision to fire all the people in the company. Even though they were in a huge argument, isn't the company still doing well?"

"You guys are ... Hamster ... Shortsighted ..." Murong Zhihong gasped for breath.

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