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

  The fierce little leopard stared at a pair of watery eyes, and yelled at him angrily: "Okay, isn't it just going to jail? I'm going to find a man to cheat. There is no difference between living with you and going to jail anyway!"

  Just as she was about to get up, she was suppressed on the bed by the war chief——

  "Zhan Muqian, you..."

  The headmaster leaned over and took a bite. He was biting on the girl's trembling lips with anger.

  Sweet and tender, just like jelly.

   He squinted his eyes and chuckled: "Why are you mad at me today? You really don't want to take care of me? Want me to clean up you in bed?"

  Mianmian was filled with anger, stretched out his hand and scratched him: "Asshole, obviously you are mad at me!"

  The man's unpredictable gaze faintly glanced at the girl's soft figure, his apple rolling.

  She is afraid that she has been raised too well since she was a child, and she has developed full marks.

It's not that the Chief Zhan had never thought that he really ate her. After all, his own things should be eaten early in the stomach to be the most at ease, not to mention Jiang Mianmian, a little thing that jumps up and down restlessly.

Mianmian looked at his increasingly hot eyes, and his voice became weaker inexplicably: "Uncle, Uncle Zhan, can you let me go, I won't quarrel with you, I will recite, and you will test me tomorrow... "

  The man’s eyes fell on the gauze on her knees.

  She is still hurt, which is a problem.

  But she keeps saying that she doesn’t want to live with him, which is even more difficult.

  Whether or not to just hold her back like this, ignoring her struggle and fighting her fiercely, so that she would not dare to violate herself again-this is a question worth pondering.

  The petite girl under her was struggling with a weak temper.

  She pushed him and blocked him, but she seemed to be full of fear, for fear of irritating him.

  Zhan Mu Qian finally turned over and got out of bed, elegantly arranging his clothes.

  "Come back, wait for the doctor to remove the gauze for you, I will test you again."

  The little thing on the bed breathed a sigh of relief and stared at him with big eyes, as if he was wondering what the inscrutable old man was thinking.

  ……

  One week later.

  The third grade of Gezhi High School starts the monthly exam.

  Mianmian lay on the desk and finished the paper for the last subject. When she was drowsy, her little head wandered: Where did Zhan Muqian go?

  Zhan Muqian took her out of bed on the day of the fight and tried to punish her with the house rules by the window sill...

After being fiercely resisted by her.

  He never went home again.

  She did not ask the housekeeper, nor did she inquire what the Chief Executive was busy with these days.

  Only pay special attention to the news, but unfortunately there is no news about the leader of the war...

  Why didn’t he go home?

  Is it because her wife didn’t let him sleep?

  In fact, this official residence is not his home at all.

  He often lives in the army. The Zhan family also has an old house with a long history in the city. There must be many properties and properties under the name of Zhan Muqian...

  So the villa where he keeps her is just his house, not his home at all.

  ……

  Several friends obviously discovered that Ms. Mian is not normal recently.

  Gong Xiaoqi asked Gong Qiao quietly: Is sister Mian being popular with Jiang Li?

  Gong Qiao shook his head, expressing meaningfully: "Sister Mian is now a family member, and he is the only one who can make her feel devastated."

   "Are you talking about Chief Zhan?"

  Gong Xiaoqi showed a horrified expression: "You mean that Sister Mian had a quarrel with Chief Zhan, and Lord Chief will not beat her, right? Shall we copy the guy to avenge Sister Mian?!"

  Jiang Mianmian, who was lying on the table, finally straightened up in pity, and slapped Gong Xiaoqi on the shoulder.

   "Who dares to beat Lao Tzu? Revenge your sister..." She wrinkled her nose and suddenly said a little bit of loss: "I haven't seen Zhan Muqian for a long time."