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

  The cotton quilt pinched his neck, breathing hard, and the whole person shuddered, almost squeezing a word from the gap between his lips, "You, you let go, Zhan Muqian, let go!"

  The body temperature of her whole body is very high. It is clear that she is placed in a very low-temperature air-conditioning environment, but it is getting hotter and hotter, and she is sweating more and more...

  Zhan Mu Qian has a lot of strength, she is really afraid that she will be choked to death by him.

  ……

  The man let go, and the force of letting go was fierce. Mianmian took the opportunity to sit on the carpet. After a fall, he became even more dizzy. He wanted to stand up, and his legs couldn't work hard for a while.

  Zhan Mu Qian had a cold face, his expression gloomy and terrifying.

He was aloft, staring at her, and sneered coldly, "Don’t you want to sell the first night, you have a thick skin, a woman I’ve been on countless times, and the face is openly peddled in this place, don’t you? Is it funny?!"

  Mianmianmian's brain is in a mess.

  She wasn’t going to sell some Chuye.

  She just wants to raise money.

  Who knew that Zhan Muqian would appear here.

  High Chief kept talking, which meant that unless she changed her mind and begged him to reconcile and continue to be his president's wife obediently, would he not care about her life or death?

  Mianmian was uncomfortably hot all over, and felt that she was about to burn.

She instinctively stretched out her hand and scratched her neck, and the heat did not relieve at all. She blushed and yelled at him, "What is your business if I sell myself, Zhan Muqian, are you sick? I and you are already Divorced, why do you care about me, I live my own life, I have nothing to do with you for life or death!"

  She yelled that her throat hurt a little.

  Zhan Mu Qian suddenly approached her, leaned over and vigorously picked up her petite body, half-dragging and half-dragging her onto the bed.

  Mianmian didn’t have the energy to struggle, so she watched him vigorously tore the little peach-pink skirt off her body, and then pulled her torn apart by pulling the broken cloth strips.

She only has chest stickers on her chest. At this time, she can only cover herself with two arms. She is so hot that she can explode at any time, but she bit her lip and shivered and said cruelly, "Zhan Muqian, if you have a kind, don't touch me. , Don’t you want to be annoyed by me, are you annoyed by me enough? Don’t you want to live a clean life, there is a mess behind me now, if you get in touch with me, I will haunt you like a ghost, do you still want To be a president, dream, I will ruin all your foundations and make you end worse than my father!"

  The man's face was gloomy, and he couldn't see his face in the dark and ambiguous light in the suite.

  But Mianmian heard the sound of him reaching out and taking off his belt.

  In spite of her struggle, he tied her hands with belts and tied them tightly.

  Finally, he chuckled lowly, flipped her hot body, and tore her soft underpants with big hands——

"Threat me? Jiang Mianmian, look at what you look like now. You and his-mother are now your best watch. You still want to play tricks with these people. Do you know what they fed you? Things are wet like this..."

  Zhan Mu Qian is so angry that she can't tear her apart.

   "If it weren't for me tonight, you would have been ruined by others."

  Mianmian heard his words and realized why he was so hot.

  She raised her foot and kicked him, "You don't care what I do. I would rather be bitten by a dog than you touched. If there is a kind, you can let me go."

  The man became angry, and he raised his hand and gave her a slap. The fingerprints on her hip were staggered, which was very glaring.

Mianmian whimpered, "Zhan Muqian, you bastard!"