1842 A big slap across the face

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Murong cuiting shouted,"big brother, big brother, you can't do this. You're too biased. I'm your little sister, your biological little sister. I'm also a member of the Murong family. Why don't you leave anything for me.....How do you want our family to live in the future?" Aren't you afraid that after you die, you won't be able to answer to your parents? have you forgotten what they told you? they asked you to take good care of me, but is this how you take care of me?"

Murong Zhihong listened to her cry and said,""I've taken care of you for more than forty years, and I've never let your family down. But you? Yet, you want to kill my son!"

Murong cuiting's face turned pale,"brother, you ... What are you saying?" I don't understand. You know I'm stupid. I ... I don't know. "

Murong Zhihong looked at her with a face full of disappointment."Don't tell me you don't know why Landy fell off the horse last time. Today, you colluded with outsiders to frame Landy and ruin my reputation for money. When you did all this, did you ever think that you were a member of the Murong family? even if I had a clear conscience when I saw my parents, I'd still be very kind to you!"

Murong Zhihong said all this in one breath. He could not hold on any longer. His mouth was open, as if he could not breathe in oxygen. His face was ashen.

To his relatives and his sister, he had done nothing wrong. He had helped them all he could. Even if he knew that they were all parasites, he gritted his teeth and kept them.

However, he couldn't let them harm his wife and children after his death.

Murong Mian saw that Murong Zhihong's body really couldn't take it anymore and said,"Father, I'll take care of the rest. Have a good rest."

Murong Zhihong wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't do such a simple action. He had used up all his strength to say those words.

Murong cui ting didn't care if Murong Zhi Hong was Dead or Alive. She knew that she didn't get anything. It was easy to go from frugal to luxurious, but difficult to go from luxurious to frugal. To her, not having an ATM anytime, anywhere, was the same as taking her life: "Murong Zhihong, you're so biased. You deserve to be so sick. You deserve it. You're going to die soon. How can you be so cruel to your own sister? you're not human ..."

Murong cuiting's saliva flew everywhere, all kinds of vulgarities came out of her mouth.

She asked Murong Zhihong to take care of her and her family like an older brother. She asked him to give her an endless amount of money to let her family squander, but he was selfish and unwilling to give anything.

Ji Mianmian finally could not take it anymore. She walked over and gave him a tight slap."Shut up!"

Ji Mianmian's strength was so great that she flipped Murong cuiting onto the ground. Her teeth were all loosened, the corner of her mouth was cracked, and half of her face was numb.

Murong cui ting fell to the ground and sobbed. She had nothing left.

"Father, rest well," Murong Mian said again.

Today, it was already very rare for Murong Zhihong to be able to hold on for so long and say so much.

Murong Zhihong's face turned paler and paler, and his eyes became more and more blurred and cloudy.

As if he did not hear Murong Mian, he kept looking in Madam Murong's direction and called her name weakly,""Wenshan, you ... Come and see me. I have, have ... Very ... Very ..." In the video, he raised his hand as if he wanted to grab Madam Murong. But as his voice grew weaker and weaker, his hand finally fell and he did not manage to say those words.