1821 Cheap mouth, deserved a beating!

Ji Mianmian only felt that Mrs. Jones was even more annoying than Murong cuiting.

Before Madam Murong could open her mouth, Madam Jones had already walked over."Madam Murong, I'm sorry. If I caused you to misunderstand Zhihong, then I must apologize to you. Please forgive me for my unintentional mistake, but ... I'm afraid I can't leave today. Zhihong is currently in the emergency room. Perhaps...Forgive me for saying this, but this might be the last time we'll see him. I think as his wife, you don't want him to leave with any regrets, right?"

The more Ji Mianmian listened, the more she felt that something was off. Why did Mrs. Jones 'words sound so annoying?

Zhihong, Zhihong, you're calling me that so affectionately. F * ck, is that something you should call me?

And it was unintentional? haha, green tea bitch likes to play innocent like this.

Especially the last sentence. What did she mean by 'as Murong Zhihong's wife, I don't want him to have any regrets'? What regret? On the surface, she wondered if she could understand what Mrs. Jones was saying: The last person Murong Zhong wanted to see was me. If I'm not here, he won't be able to leave in peace. So, I'm very important?

Ji Mianmian really wanted to curse at him and say,'go eat sh * t. What bullshit regret.'

Saying such words in front of someone else's wife, how F * cking annoying was that?

Ji Mianmian's hands itched. She wanted to slap him. What should she do?

However, this time, before she could make a move, someone had already made a move.

She heard two crisp and melodious sounds of slapping. Lady qiongsuo's body was shaking from the beating, and she covered her face in shock.

Madam Murong slowly moved her hand. Although her face was still pale, she had already calmed down. She said lightly,""I've wanted to give you a slap for a long time. If you want to stay, fine, then stay. What else can I say to a shameless B * tch?"

Murong cuiting was watching with excitement. She hated Madam Murong and Madam Jones. She loved to watch the two of them fight.

As long as they kept fighting, no one would pay attention to her.

After the extreme shock, Mrs. Jones was shaking with anger. Her face was burning with pain. She had not been slapped in public for decades. Now that she was being treated like this, she really wanted to strangle Mrs. Murong to death. However, she still had to stay calm.

"Mrs. Murong, you are the wife of the Murong family," Mrs. Jones said through gritted teeth."But what you are doing now is not what a matriarch of a rich family should do. How can you be a good match for Zhihong?"

Madam Murong said disdainfully,"it's not up to you to judge me. Before you criticize me, you should control your legs. Don't let people F * ck you when you see someone else's husband."

Mrs. Jones took two steps back and clutched her chest, her body shaking.""Y-you ... You ..."

Madam Murong said in disgust,"what did I do? I only spoke the truth and pretended to be a socialite lady, but I'm actually a prostitute."| I really don't know. If Mr. Jones knew, how would you feel about making him a cuckold? Perhaps, by revealing this, he can gain some sympathy votes for his participation in the election. "

Mrs. Jones was trembling with anger. Her cheeks were red and swollen, and there were two scratches from her nails. It was clear how much force Mrs. Murong had used just now.

"Don't talk nonsense and make slanderous accusations. Madam Murong, I will remember everything you said today. "