1852 Mianmian, you guys stay!

She knew that under such circumstances, even if someone were to say words of comfort, they would not be heard.

Ji Mianmian raised her head to look at Murong Mian. His face had returned to normal, but he did not look too good.

The doctor saw that Murong Mian was fine, so he said a few words to her and left the room for them.

Ji Mianmian sensed that Murong Mian's emotions were not quite right. She quietly reached out and hooked his finger, using her eyes to question him.

Murong Mian smiled at her and held her hand.""I'm fine,"she said.

"Since you're awake, let's go back. It's time to prepare for the funeral," he said to Madam Murong.

Madam Murong looked at him, her lips quivering and her tears flowing."Landy ..."

Murong Mian interrupted her,"I know you're sad, but a dead person is dead and will never come back. Many times, many people are like this. Even if you did something wrong, what you did was done. It's useless to regret it."

Ji Mianmian was a little confused. She felt that MU's words seemed to be ... Referring to something else, and it did not seem to be just Mr. Murong.

She bit her lip, feeling puzzled.

However, wasn't it a little too cruel to say this to someone who had just lost her husband and was still in a state of sorrow? wouldn't it agitate Madam Murong even more?

Ji Mianmian turned her head, wanting to comfort Madam Murong, but her face was filled with desolation.""Yes, regret ... It's useless to regret."

Ji Mianmian scratched her head and felt that she was a little redundant at the moment.

Murong Mian reached out and pulled Ji Mianmian up. "Let's go back. You haven't had a good rest since yesterday. You haven't had a proper meal either. Are you tired?"

Ji Mianmian shook her head."I'm fine. I'm in good health. But Madam ..."

Murong Mian brushed away the hair that was covering her eyes. "She's fine. Let's go. "

He pulled Ji Mianmian away, but she turned around to look at Madam Murong.""MA ... Madam ..."

Madam Murong looked at them, the sorrow in her eyes deepening. Ji Mianmian could feel an incomparable desolation from her.

This was not the first time she felt that Madam Murong was looking at Murong Mian in a strange way.

Before this, she had always thought that Murong Mian's appearance reminded her of her dead son.

However, today ...

Ji Mianmian shook her head. Sigh, forget it. She couldn't figure it out either, so it was better not to think about it.

After returning to the Murong family, the funeral began to be busily prepared. After two days, Madam Murong's condition finally improved a little.

The mourning hall was set up in the house. Many people came one after another, and Ji Mianmian stood beside Madam Murong.

At night, Madam Murong would sometimes sit in the mourning hall for the whole night.

Ji Mianmian saw with her own eyes that she was losing weight rapidly these few days. She was worried that she could not take it, so she advised,""Madam, I know I have regrets and I'm very sad, but we have to look forward. The big Murong family and the company are all waiting for you. We'll return to China sooner or later. Are we really going to let those people take it away?"

She had wanted to say this to stimulate Madam Murong's fighting spirit, but she did not expect that Madam Murong would grab her hand and say,""You guys, can you stay?"

"Ah? Ah?"

"Mianmian, you can stay here. I'll leave everything in this house to you. You can stay here ..."

Ji Mianmian was shocked. Oh my God, Madam Murong was going to turn the act into reality? Did he really think that his fake son was real?