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

  Mianmian's eyes widened instantly, her face flushed.

  Zhan Muqian was gentle and patient with her before leaving the room at noon. For some reason, he seemed to be a different person when he entered the door at this time.

What is the reason of   ?

  Because she picked up Gong Qiao’s call?

  It was because of the question Gong Qiao asked that stimulated him...

  The cotton was pressed by him, and the brain hadn't completely slowed down, and the voice was extremely low and fine, as if he was afraid of being heard by the person in the earpiece.

   "Zhan, Zhan Muqian... Calm down! Are you crazy?"

  Zhan Mu Qianjun's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, but there was no anger.

  He seems to be smiling but not smiling, his lips are very handsome.

The long fingers pinched her delicate chin, and said one by one, "Jiang Mianmian, think about it, are you crazy or am I crazy? You are a married woman...this kid likes you, what about you? Only then can you not deceive yourself or others, or do you understand in your heart that you just want to treat me as a fool?"

  Mianmian sounded confused, but his chin was pinched very painfully.

  Zhan Muqian often pinches her chin or cheeks, but they usually do it gently.

  However, at this moment, his face was light and breezy, and the movements of his hands almost crushed her chin.

  She tried to struggle, "You misunderstood, Gong Qiao and I are just friends, don’t you have no friends? You can’t distinguish the relationship between friends and lovers? Is it good for you to let go, it hurts me!"

  The man squinted dangerously, staring at the delicate little woman under him...

  She is wearing a light pink long-sleeved nightdress, and she looks good and docile.

  She has indeed changed a lot.

  Since he followed him, he taught her little by little from the flabby wild cat into a docile little milk cat.

  But he knew in his heart.

  The things in the bones of **** cotton will not change.

  She is still the willful Jiang Mianmian.

  He didn't teach her well—she would never know how to be a good student.

  ……

  Mianmian looked at his seemingly calm face, but his eyes were stained with the color of Gu Qianwang.

  She had a bad premonition in her heart, so she could only force her to be calm, raised her voice and said to Gong Qiao, "Gong Qiao, hang up the phone."

  She and Zhan Muqian were obviously quarreling and didn't want Gong Qiao to listen to them.

   Regardless of whether Gong Qiao is her friend or not, this feeling is very embarrassing.

  Gong Qiao also wanted to close the line, but he was in a state of confusion, and every word of Zhan Muqian's words seemed to hit his heart with heavy punches.

  Zhan Mu Qian is really going to bully Mian Mian, he really won’t be nice to her all the time...

Gong Qiao said with a hoarse throat, "Mr. Zhan, please calm down. I have promised my father to break diplomatic relations with Mianmian. Even if I did something wrong today, I was only worried that she was injured yesterday, so I made this call. Not in the future! Today is the last time I called Mianmian."

  The more the young man on the phone tried to defend himself, the more irritated and angry Zhan Muqian became.

  He reached for the hem of the cotton nightdress--

  The other big palm caught her...

   "Why, Master Gong is distressed? Why don't you dare to admit that you like her, but you don't even have the courage to admit it frankly!"

  Mianmian looked at him with a sneer when he curled his lips, feeling strange.

  He made cotton...

"Since you don’t want to hang up, listen carefully. The things you worry about are not guesses. I really don’t treat your cotton very well. I often abuse her, especially on the bed. But I just like to hear her begging for mercy..."

   "But so what, you can't save her."