Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

After the doctor left, Murong Mian went to Ji Mianmian and sat down, holding her shoulders.

Neither of them spoke, the sky outside was already bright, and the thin morning mist did not disperse.

Ji Mianmian's head rested on Murong Mian's shoulders. On the bed, Mrs. Murong's eyes were closed, her complexion was pale, her brows were wrinkled, and even when she was drowsy, the pain on her face did not disappear.

Ji Mianmian said with emotion: "Mrs. Murong should love Mr. Murong very much, if the misunderstanding can be resolved sooner."

If misunderstandings can be resolved earlier, so many days of mutual torture can be avoided.

The most fearful thing between husband and wife is not the quarrel, but even the indifference and insolation that are not even quarreled.

Two people who obviously like each other, but because of torture each other, have become more and more alienated. Fortunately, they may be misunderstood and reconcile.

Unfortunately, the relationship may come to an end and never turn back.

It ’s just like the two of Mrs. Murong, but it ’s unfortunate or lucky. The misunderstanding is finally resolved, but the heavens and the human are separated forever, and they can no longer meet.

Mu Rongmian's fingers fumbled Ji Jimian's shoulder, he said: "So, this is our lesson learned."

Ji Mianmian immediately turned to look at him: "I will never have a secret from you, but you ..."

Mu Rongmian lowered her head and pressed her forehead against her forehead: "Neither will I."

"Really?"

"Really."

Ji Mianmian smiled at him sweetly: "If you really have something to hide from me, don't let me see it, the other is okay, but if you dare to conceal me in principle, I won't spare you. "

Murong Mian held her waist: "I swear, absolutely not, things will end soon, when she gets better and officially takes over Murong's family, we will return to China."

Ji Mianmian also wanted to go back, but she was a little worried: "But what excuse do we use?"

Murong Zhihong just died, and Mrs. Murong was hit hard. Murong's family must be in trouble for a while.

If they leave at this time, they always feel that it seems ... not appropriate.

"The excuses are that with me, this is not a problem."

Ji Mianmian nodded: "It still has to be guaranteed, let's go after Mrs. Murong has full control of Murong's family. Otherwise, those relatives in her family will come back and she can't stand it."

"Okay, you didn't rest much last night. You're tired. You go to bed next door for a while, and I'll be here."

"No, I'm not sleepy, your eyes are so red, let's go to rest."

"No, how can I sleep by myself and leave my wife, if you don't go, I won't go."

The two were talking, time was slowly slipping away, the sun came out, and the mist outside evaporated. Today was a fine and sunny day.

When Mrs. Murong fell down, it was five hours later when she woke up again.

She opened her eyes, looked at the white ceiling, and for a moment, raised her hand to look at the needle on the back of the hand, and saw Ji Mianmian next to the bed.

She supported the bed with her arms and slowly started.

Ji Mianmian was sleeping by the bed, and when he heard the movement, he woke up. When he saw Mrs. Murong sitting up, she hurried to help her: "You are awake, how are you feeling? I'll get you a glass of water."

Mrs. Murong held her hand and shook her head: "I'm fine."

"Where is Randy?"

Ji Mianmian licked the corner of his mouth and said, "That gentleman's funeral needs to be arranged. He is ... busy."