1783 Scold as much as you want, you'll be beaten up later anyway

1783 Scold as much as you want, you'll be beaten up later anyway

Madam Murong turned her head and looked at Murong cuiting. Her lips curved into a cold smile.

She had been married into the Murong family for so many years, but this was the first time she had seen Murong cuiting in such a miserable state.

For the first time, Madam Murong felt that it was a wise decision for Murong Mian to bring Ji Mianmian along. With such a human-shaped weapon, who was there to be afraid of?

Now, she found Ji Mianmian extremely pleasing to the eye. She was even a little glad that Murong Mian had found a girlfriend like her. She was great and destructive.

She walked in front of Murong cuiting,""I really didn't expect that you would have this day."

Blood kept flowing out of Murong cui ting's mouth. Normally, she looked down on Madam Murong the most. She cursed out in pain,""You ... B * tch ..."

Madam Murong raised her eyebrows and smiled in a good mood,""You can scold me all you want. I don't care. I'm not the one in pain anyway."

Murong cuiting glared at her. The current situation was very bad for her. She didn't think that Murong Mian would suddenly fall out with her. She didn't even give her any face as an elder. She hit her son and then hit her.

Murong cuiting felt that it must have been Madam Murong who incited Murong Mian. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to do anything to her. She had underestimated Madam Murong.

As expected, a dog that didn't bark hurt the most when it bit someone.

After rubbing Ji Mianmian's hands, Murong Mian smiled at Murong cuiting."I wonder if you can talk to me nicely now, Auntie. If you still feel that your mouth is not clean, I can continue to help you."

Murong cui ting waited for him to keep silent,"it seems...That aunt doesn't think it's enough."

"Wifey, what do you think we should do?" he asked Ji Mianmian, troubled.

Ji Mianmian rolled up her sleeves."It's okay," she said,"I have plenty of strength."

When Murong cuiting heard this, she didn't care about the pain and said,"We ... We ... Have ... Have ... Said ... It!"

Her heart was in so much pain that she was terrified. She was so powerful because Murong Zhihong was there. What else did she have now?

Murong Mian laughed,"so, aunt, you're good at talking?" Since that's the case, let's sit down and talk it out. "

"Someone, help my aunt into the house. I've been here for so long, but I didn't let her in. It's my fault."

Everyone was thinking in their hearts, how could young master be so thick-skinned now? this was probably what being thick-skinned and shameless was like. Why didn't they realize this before?

Murong cuiting was so angry that she felt all her blood rush up. She wanted to spit blood on his face.

They moved to the living room. Murong Mian pulled Ji Mianmian to sit down while Madam Murong sat on the side like a guest. She was only an audience and did not say anything.

Murong cui ting sat opposite her. Her face was burning with pain. In this house, she was used to flaunting her power, but now, she had fallen from grace. She no longer had the power she had before. She didn't even dare to ask for ice to cover her face.

Murong Mian beckoned for the maid to bring in a few cups of black tea. He then served it to Ji Mianmian for her to take a few sips.

"Aunt, you've come to my house several times these days to make a scene. I wonder what's the matter?"

"You ... Know ... You know! It's my son's hand. " Murong cuiting's face was in too much pain, she could only say it word by word.

"Oh, so what?" Murong Mian asked nonchalantly.

Madam Murong's face was filled with anger,"on ... What basis?"

She only had one son, Claude, and she doted on him a lot. She had even gotten pregnant once a few years back, but unfortunately, she had screwed it over by herself.