The words fell.

The anger in Mrs. Murong's heart was like a balloon pierced by a needle, which suddenly faded and disappeared without a trace.

Thinking of the things that had just been accusing Bai Mo in his heart, Mrs. Murong couldn't help but turn from anger to an expression of resentment.

It turned out that she was wrongly blamed An Lan...

When the anger dissipates and the thought arises, a strong guilt flows like a tide, slaps into Mrs. Murong's heart.

At that moment, she seemed to be drowning, and her breathing was suffocating.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her violent changes and struggles in her mood, whether it was Mr. Murong or Bai Mo.

Some things happen when they happen. Even if you feel guilty and regret afterwards, no matter how strong the guilt is or how sincere the regret is, it cannot erase the harm at that moment.

What's more, Bai Mo didn't plan to forgive him.

In this world, no one can replace An Lan, and there is no one else who says words to forgive Mrs. Murong in person.

"Since I don't like it and feel tired, I won't go again next time. If you lack something, please send it to your house for you to choose."

Mr. Murong waved his hand and showed his great pride. What is the power to spoil his granddaughter?

In fact, he also heard another meaning in Bai Mo's words-

It’s too tiring to be with Mrs. Murong!

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

His daughter-in-law, who was so biased in front of him, was so obvious that when she was with An Lan privately, she would have to compare Murong Yuan everywhere, which was even more overbearing.

No wonder...

Forget it, I can't force it.

Mr. Murong no longer forced him to cultivate a mother-daughter relationship between Bai Mo and Mrs. Murong. Anyway, as long as he stays in this family for a day, he will definitely not let the Murong family's pearl that has been lost for eighteen years be covered in dust again.

I'm afraid, I'll wait a hundred years later...

It seems that some things have to be planned in advance and put on the agenda.

For example, a will.

A ray of light flashed in the old and wise eyes of Mr. Murong, and he seemed to have made up some decision in his heart.

When facing Bai Mo, he already had a kind and kind smile on his face.

Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren chatting and laughing happily, no one paid attention to him, even if he had no eyes, Mrs. Murong felt very uncomfortable, who was neglected.

Unfortunately, she just misunderstood her biological daughter who has always missed her maternal love and consciously owed her. At this time, she could not have any reproach and anger besides being guilty, embarrassed, and lost.

Mrs. Murong has the common problem of wealthy ladies being favored by face. She stood there for a while, but no one paid attention to her, and she couldn't stand it.

"Dad..." She shouted dryly, pulling the attention of her grandparents and grandchildren to herself.

Seeing Bai Mo looking over, Mrs. Murong originally wanted to say hello to Bai Mo, but she didn't know what to call her.

An Lan?

Too unfamiliar.

Although the Murong family surname is now named before, the person was originally named An Lan, and she directly called her An Lan. Compared with Murong Yuan’s “Yuanyuan”, she is close and alienated.

Blue?

I forgive Mrs. Murong for being a little embarrassed, she and An Lan have not been so close!

So, I had to ignore the past.

Raising the paper bag with the famous brand logo printed in his hand, Mrs. Murong said in disappointment: "Dad, then I'll go upstairs first."

Not knowing what she thought of, she added, "Go and give these clothes to Yuanyuan."

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Chapter completed!