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Curse her, she doesn't care.

Because, after all, she killed Murong Wanwan with her own hands, and as Murong Wanwan's mother, it is reasonable to hate her.

But cursing her husband and children, as well as her family, touched her bottom line, making her previous pity for Fang Jin dissipate in an instant.

Long Yutian instructed a guard to find the medicine box, and then he turned his head to look at Fang Jin, who was struggling desperately, crying and laughing, his cool face was as cold as ice, and his narrow black eyes were full of murderous aura.

The president glanced at Long Yutian, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and hurriedly said to the guards and bodyguards who controlled Fang Jin, "You take Mrs. Murong to the private room first." ”

After a pause, he lowered his voice and said, "Pay attention to proportion, don't hurt Mrs. Murong." ”

Those guards and bodyguards immediately agreed, and escorted Fang Jin in the direction of the private room.

The president walked up to Long Yutian and said to Long Yutian: "Ah Yu, Xiaojiu is injured, let's go to the private room to treat her wounds first." ”

Long Yutian nodded, undoubtedly picked up Fengjiu horizontally, and walked back to the private room with the president.

Long Yutian was treating Feng Jiu's wounds, and Old Man Long and Old Lady Long hurriedly walked in.

Helan Feng followed, and behind He Lanfeng, followed by Murong Wanfeng with an anxious face.

Feng Jiu looked at him and felt that he was much thinner and haggard than the time she saw him at the gate of the wine garden before.

Is it because Murong is late?

Feng Jiu couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, because of his own selfish desires, and let his family suffer pain and suffering, if Murong Wanwan knew underground, would he feel guilty and regretful?

Seeing his mother pressed on the chair by the guards and bodyguards at a glance, Murong Wanfeng's face changed, and she immediately walked over, pushed those people away with all her might, and hugged her mother, who was crying and laughing like crazy, in her arms.

Fang Jin lay in his son's arms, and immediately cried loudly, crying and shouting, "Night Breeze, you kill that woman and avenge your sister, we can't let your sister die without turning a blind eye...... My poor night...... You're dying so miserably......"

When Mrs. Long saw the wound on Feng Jiu's palm, she couldn't help but feel distressed, and couldn't help but look up at Fang Jin, and snorted coldly: "Fang Jin, don't distort the facts, it was your daughter who colluded with the bad guys and almost killed Xiaojiu and the child in her belly, Xiaojiu is legitimate defense, and your daughter is innocent ...... death."

Fang Jin suddenly screamed, jumped up and was about to rush towards the old lady, but Murong Wanfeng hurriedly hugged her tightly from behind.

She struggled hard, pointed at the old lady and said viciously: "You dead old woman, you are not a good thing, if it weren't for your promise to Wanwan, you would definitely help her marry into the Long family, how could Wanwan be confused and make mistakes again and again?" You Long family don't have a good thing! You are all executioners! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you all......"

The frantic roar of hatred came to an abrupt end.

Fang Jin fell softly into Murong Wanfeng's arms, Murong Wanfeng withdrew the hand that was cut at the back of his mother's neck, hugged his unconscious mother, and sat down carefully on the chair beside him.

Old Lady Long looked at Fang Jin, her face was so angry that her face was blue and white, but she was speechless, because what Fang Jin said was the truth, back then, she did promise Murong Wanwan that she would help Murong Wanwan marry Long Yutian......

But how did she know that such a sweet and well-behaved girl with such a sweet appearance was actually full of intrigues......

Murong Wanfeng helped her mother tidy up her clothes and hair, and looked at her mother's tear-mottled face, and a trace of pity and pain involuntarily flashed in her eyes.

How so?

How did a good home become like this?

The well-behaved and lovely sister suddenly became a criminal and died suddenly, and the gentle and elegant mother suddenly became bitter, vicious, fierce and crazy......

What the hell is wrong with this home?

What the hell is wrong with this world?

Murong Wanfeng slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, already returning to his usual deep and quiet silence.