1868 If you don't sleep, you'll make babies!

Murong Mian turned over and lay down, hugging Ji Mianmian tightly."In this world, the pitiful must have something hateful. Don't pity someone you don't understand."

"You mean, Madam Murong has actually done something that made people hate her?"

Murong Mian pinched the soft flesh on Ji Mianmian's waist. "It's the middle of the night. Don't let your thoughts run wild. Go to sleep. If you're not tired, we can make a baby. Otherwise, how can I explain it to my in-laws? they might think that I can't do it. "

Ji Mianmian ...

Isn't this change of topic a little too fast?

Before she could think of what to say, Murong Mian's hands were already moving around. Her pajamas were quickly covered by her in-laws, Ji Mianmian, and she quickly said,""Stop, don't be in such a hurry ..."

"How can I not be anxious? It's been so many days, and you haven't fed me. "

Ji Mianmian twisted her body and panted,""Can you blame me for this? If you're not the one who's so tired that you'll fall asleep the moment you come back, what does that have to do with me?"

She didn't expect Murong Mian to suddenly stop after she finished speaking.

"You're right. It's my fault for neglecting you. I've decided to make it up to you tonight."

Ji Mianmian was speechless.

He had almost forgotten about this demonic Rascal's nature.

The ruckus went on for more than half of the night. In the end, Murong Mian only stopped when Ji Mianmian threatened to kick him off the bed if he did not stop.

Ji Mianmian was so tired that she fell asleep in a daze, but Murong Mian did not feel sleepy at all.

He gently caressed Ji Mianmian's back and said,""Let's go home as soon as possible. "

He could not stay here any longer. Once he was done with what he had to do, he would bring Ji Mianmian home.

……

Murong cuiting's family was settled overnight. Ma Ding was suspected of murder and Murong cuiting was suspected of assault. The evidence was irrefutable and they were all waiting to be sued.

After Claude was released from the police station, Ji Mianmian beat him up. His drug addiction kicked in, and he went to borrow from the Mafia. Naturally, he could not pay it back. It was said that a few of his fingers were cut off. After that, there was no trace of him in Sheffield City.

Murong Mian began to hand over the company's Affairs to Madam Murong, and took care of all the relatives who had been fired.

After the scandal in Mrs. Jones 'family and the fact that she was photographed running naked on the street, it was even more unfavorable for her husband, so she hid herself and did not dare to show her face again.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed, and spring had arrived in England.

Murong Mian planned to deal with the last person after she handed the company over to Madam Murong.

That day, Murong Mian went to the office with Madam Murong as usual. Since he was the president in name, he had to go. Ji Mianmian stayed at home alone.

In the afternoon, she received a call,"Hello ..."

However, there was no sound after the call was connected. Ji Mianmian said again,""Hello, who's this?"

"Don't play tricks. Who is it?"

A soft laugh came from the phone."Miss Ji, do you still remember me?"

Ji Mianmian clenched her phone tightly. Damn it, isn't this that old B * tch? She actually knew her phone number.

Ji Mianmian snorted coldly and deliberately said,""Who the F * ck knows who you are? are you crazy? if you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."

"Miss Ji, you're still as rough as ever. I'm looking for you today because there's something that I think you'll be interested in."

"Thank you, but I'm not interested."

"You're not interested in your husband's business either?"