The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

Zhan Qi You's eyes were cold, but he gently touched Jiang Li's face with his hand.

   "Hey, be safe, don't mess with her anymore."

  Jiang Li was taken aback, always felt that Zhan Qiyou’s attitude towards that woman had become strange recently...

   She softly asked: "Husband, are you maintaining Jiang Mianmian, why?"

Zhan Qiyou had no expression on his face, and said faintly: "People in the celebrity circle of Jincheng say that your eldest daughter is a problem girl, bold and bold, and that you are a gentle lady and polite. In fact, according to my opinion... Really a sister, you are not less courageous than Jiang Mianmian. That night's banquet was held in your second uncle’s private house. You dare to buy a waiter and deal with Jiang Mianmian in his place. Although it seems calm, I can For the second uncle’s understanding, he doesn’t care about small things, but it doesn’t mean that he has no idea. You put hallucinogens in Jiang Mianmian’s wine, but it’s okay if you haven’t been detected. That's it, once the second uncle finds out, what do you think will end up with you?"

   Jiang Li's face became stiff, thinking of some rumors about Zhan Muqian's cruelty and cruelty in his mind, he couldn't help but shudder.

  But she quickly got over.

  How is it possible to find out? That idiot Jiang Mianmian didn't even notice that he had been drugged.

  The bribed waiter also sent the money to other provinces early in the morning.

  Even if there is such a case, how can Zhan Muqian really take her if she is turned over?

  She is the president’s daughter, and it’s a trivial matter without any consequence. Isn’t Zhan Muqian allowed to show his father a bit of face?

   Jiang Li said nothing in front of Zhan Qiyou.

  In my heart, he thought to himself that it was time to find a chance to meet the evil young Cheng Jiaming...

  ……

  On weekends, the chief of war took Chenchen into the house to play with Mianmian as promised.

  Mianmian sat on the sofa in the living room, eating the fruit in the fruit plate, “Why Chenchen hasn’t come yet? The apples are about to be oxidized and turned yellow...”

  Zhan Mu Qian smiled, he was neatly dressed, waiting for Chenchen to get home before going out.

   "This is so in a hurry, the driver is already on the road, and will be there soon."

  Mianmian also talked to Chenchen on the phone last night. Although Chenchen is only four years old, she turned out to be a natural prostitute.

  "Miss Sister, how are your feet? I haven't seen you for many days, I am very worried..."

  "Miss sister, will you play games with me tomorrow?"

  "Miss Sister..."

  Mianmian teased him: "Chenchen misses me so, do you like me?"

  The kid said frankly: "We boys all like beautiful girls..."

  Mianmian smiled and rolled on the bed: "That Chenchen let me be your girlfriend, okay?"

  The earpiece was silent for a long time, and the little friend seemed to be lost in thought.

  It took a long time to embarrassed and said: "I want Miss Sister to be my girlfriend, but I suspect my godfather will not agree..."

  ……

  A few minutes later, Chenchen was finally sent.

  Mianmian was a little dumbfounded, she didn't expect Ruan Qingtong to come together.

  Zhan Muqian glanced at her, Mianmian frowned.

  He calmly squeezed the soft hand of the cotton, and then said to Ruan Qingtong: "Thank you for a trip yourself."

   Ruan Qingtong smiled gently and generously: "It's okay, Chenchen is reading Miss Jiang very much. It just so happened that I didn't notice today, so I sent Chenchen over."

  Chenchen rushed into Zhan Mu Qian's arms like a small meat ball, and his little hand was raised high to pull Mianmian's hand.

  Mianmian said politely: "Since Miss Ruan is here, it's better to leave after lunch. Dinner will be ready soon."

   Ruan Qingtong smiled softly.

  He was cold for a while.

  Last time in Zhan Muqian’s private house, Jiang Mianmian was not such a mistress.