Chapter 1877 Please, Make Him Happy

Mrs. Murong opened her mouth, her face was full of pain, she could no longer breathe in oxygen, she said with difficulty: "You...you love him well, take care of...take care of him..."

Ji Mianmian looked solemn and said, "Don't worry, I will. He is my husband and the only one I love. Of course I will love him well and take good care of him. I will always be with him."

Mrs. Murong's painful face finally softened a little. Ji Mianmian's words were exactly what she wanted to hear the most.

That was the last person she cared about, the one she felt guilty about, but she couldn't make up for anything.

Ji Mianmian looked at Mrs. Murong's painful appearance, and watched her staring at Murong Mian at the last moment of her life. She knew that she hoped that he could talk to him, but he didn't come forward.

Ji Mianmian sighed silently in her heart, and she finally called out: "Mom."

It was already impossible for her to hear this word from Murong Mian's mouth, so she should call it for him.

In any case, after all, it can be regarded as a mother-son relationship.

What's more, this is the real mother-in-law, and she should be called.

If she said "Mom", it would be worth it if she could go away with some peace of mind.

Mrs. Murong's pupils dilated slowly, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and her hands dropped down.

The heartbeat of the instrument at the head of the bed changed from a wave to a straight line,

Mrs. Murong is dead!

On her face, the last thing to freeze was a smile, shallow and so gentle.

...

Murong Mian looked at Mrs. Murong's serene face, her mood was calm without any ripples. Mrs. Murong's life and death had long been unable to affect him.

Ji Mianmian felt a little sad. Mrs. Murong's life was not long, but she had experienced a lot. It can be said that half of her life was ups and downs. The grievances between her and Murong Mian, with her death, will eventually come to dust.

Ji Mianmian sighed in her heart, she never thought that the two of them would have such a relationship in the end.

In fact, she should have thought of it a long time ago. If it wasn't for this relationship, how could Mrs. Murong have such trust and dependence on him.

It's just that she must have hurt him severely at first, but in the end, she wanted to beg for his forgiveness, but he didn't want to bother.

Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, everything is meaningless.

Ji Mianmian worried that Murongmian was sad, held his hand, looked up at his profile.

He didn't move, his eyes seemed to be still fixed on Mrs. Murong who was already covered with a white cloth on the bed.

He was very calm, Mrs. Murong's death didn't seem to have touched him much.

Ji Mianmian clenched his hand tightly. Although he seemed cold-blooded, she was his biological mother after all, how could he be ruthless.

If he was really indifferent, how could he have traveled thousands of miles to help Mrs. Murong win the family property, and how could he face Mrs. Jones alone without fear of danger after she was kidnapped.

She said she was going to collect Mrs. Murong's body, but was it true? Maybe only he knows it in his heart.

Ji Mianmian has been standing by Murongmian's side, neither leaving nor speaking, just quietly accompanying her.

After a long time, Murong Mian turned around and said to Ji Mianmian, "We have to prepare for the funeral again, we may be very busy later."

There is a smile on his face, the smile is clean, there is no mist in his eyes, they are dark and deep, clear and clear, as if all the dust has been washed away.

Ji Mianmian held Murong Mian's hand tightly, and couldn't help but yelled, "Husband..."