1863 Those are the brightest eyes in the world

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Ji Mianmian swallowed her saliva. 'Isn't this a damn demon?'

She felt like her brain couldn't even process how Murong Mian had calculated that.

Just as he said, he didn't do anything but make three phone calls to cause the family's conflict to erupt.

The family was already in deep waters and suffering. Their good days were gone, and they were lost and afraid of the outside world. This made them all anxious and uneasy. It was a bomb in itself.

However, Murong Mian added fuel to the fire and exposed all the ugly and disgusting sides of their family. Well, all that was left was to tear them apart.| F * ck, bombs, one bomb after another. Bang Bang Bang, after a few explosions, he naturally died.

"But ... But ..." Ji Mianmian licked her lips and said,"what if, what if Martin didn't kill him?"

She asked the question in her heart. How could Murong Mian be so sure that people would die? He wasn't there, and he couldn't control Martin. He wasn't there either, so how could he be so sure that Martin would kill him? Wasn't this too amazing?

Murong Mian caressed Ji Mianmian's little face. The more she looked at her, the more she thought she looked good. Why did she like looking at her so much? He would never get tired of seeing this little face in his entire life.

Murong Mian massaged Ji Mianmian's smiling face a few times before she said,""Little fool, even if Ma Ding isn't dead, isn't there still Murong cuiting? She's here to stab me. Otherwise, why would I ask her to come here?"

She was probably the only one who knew the kind of anger she felt when she saw her husband and son sleeping with the same woman.

If that mistress was still standing there, with Murong cuiting's battle power, would it be possible for her not to go up and tear him apart? Was it possible not to fight until the sky turned dark?

When a person was extremely angry, they would become a killing machine. The anger in their heart would become a hint, telling them to kill her and kill this B * tch.

How could that woman still be alive after all this?

Ji Mianmian's mouth fell open. This ... This brain of his was simply ... What else could he be if not a demon?

Even if he had a hundred brains, he would not be able to beat him.

Ji Mianmian suddenly felt so lucky that she was now married to him! Otherwise, if she were to offend such a person, Ji Mianmian would feel a chill run down her spine just thinking about it. She would not even know how she was being schemed against. She might not even know how she died.

Murong Mian could read people's minds and see through them. In front of him, there were almost no secrets to be kept.

Now, Martin and his family would not have a good ending.

As such, what Murong Mian had said was true: Once and for all!

In the future, their family would never disturb Madam Murong again.

Ji Mianmian looked at Murong Mian in a daze. He poked her little face."Why are you looking at me like that? I really didn't do anything. I just pushed them together, don't you think so?"

Ji Mianmian nodded her head in a daze."Then ... That dead person, isn't he ... A little ..."

"Are you trying to say that she's innocent?" Murong Mian smiled.

"Hmm ... Hmm ... A little." Ji Mianmian was not a Saint, but she felt that the woman should be punished for being a mistress. However, death ... Was a little too much.

Murong Mian gently caressed Ji Mianmian's eyes. They were the brightest and purest eyes in the world.

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