Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Moreover, she said that besides him, she didn't know who to call. After so many years, he was the only one she believed most.

I believe any man will be moved when he hears this, right?

Murong Zhihong accompany her for a few more drinks, and later ...

Mu Rongmian looked at Murong Zhihong's expression. It is estimated that he didn't know himself, "These, you know or don't know, it's actually not important. Anyway, I can't change the fact of betrayal. I change you. It ’s because I suddenly discovered that my father, who has always been respected, loved, and always felt terrible, turned out to be just a foolish dumb guy. It seems that he is no longer worthy of my respect. "

"I ... I ..." Murong Zhihong was anxious to speak, but couldn't say it.

Mu Rongmian scorned: "What kind of woman is Mrs. Jones? You treat her as a goddess, but in my opinion, she is not as good as a slut. Thanks to you, you still want to let me marry her daughter. Her daughter is What the hell? Do you think that you think that is good, others should listen to you, do you think that everyone only needs to act according to you, and does not need to see right and wrong? If so, then you do n’t You need a son, you need a robot. "

Murong Zhihong's face is so pale, his condition is very bad: "I don't have it, no ..."

Mu Rongmian glanced at him, his heartbeat was beating now.

He said lightly: "It doesn't matter anyway, and I won't listen to you."

The doctor said: "Master Randy, don't stimulate Mr. anymore, he is very bad now ..."

Mu Rongmian replied, "Isn't his health always very bad?"

Doctors:"……"

Murong Zhihong pierced his hand with a needle infusion and grabbed Murong's arm: "Randy ... you, you really want to ... listen to me, marry, marry her ... otherwise, there will be trouble ... ... "

Mu Rongmian slowly pulled out his hand, he said: "You see, even now, you are posing in a state of danger, threatening me, letting me promise you, and then abandon my favorite wife and be Scum like you. "

Murong Mian knows that the so-called critical illness today is actually a play that Murong Zhihong deliberately asked the doctor to cooperate with him.

His situation is very bad, but he is still supporting, and the hospital has been using the best medicine, the most advanced medical technology to continue his survival time, he can survive a day.

In fact, his body was long gone.

Therefore, he doesn't need to pretend, just like it.

If it was Mu Rongmian, he would definitely agree, but he is not, he is fake.

Murong Zhihong's life and death, where does he care?

Murong Zhihong felt that the son in front of him was strange and scary. He didn't feel any familiar atmosphere: "You ... you ..."

Mu Rongmian slowly smoothed his sleeves: "Perhaps, for my mother, you are dead, it should be the news she most wants to hear, so don't be alive, let's die."

The biological son said, then you go to death, what kind of mood it is when you hear it as a father.

However, looking at the rich expression on Murong Zhihong's face, Murong Mian had an inexplicable joy in his heart.

Murong Zhihong looked at Murong Mian, with a mixed taste in his heart!