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

  Mianmian turned his head to look at him, about to touch his mental activity.

  She smiled like a bad little fox...

   Slowly raised his little feet, and poked him somewhere in the chest with his jade-like toes.

   Just when the man's body is obviously getting stiff.

  Mianmian retracted her foot without rushing, smiled innocently, and didn't forget to wink at him.

   "Elders? But, uncle shouldn't do that to me, just like last night, and...now like this..."

  Zhan Muqian's face was extremely heavy, and he couldn't imagine how such a small thing would still have the intention to seduce him even when he was struggling!

  His face was grim, and all the thoughts of joking with her were gone, and he commanded sternly, "Since you wake up, get up and change clothes."

  He kicked the cotton quilt and was forced to get up and change clothes with a look of dissatisfaction.

  After she washed her face and finished wearing it, she walked up to him under Zhan Muqian's eyelids and said straight to the door, "Mr. President, I don't know when will you draw up the divorce agreement and sign it for me?"

  Zhan Muqian looked at her white face, his heart floated and sinking, warm and cold.

He stared at her, and asked without changing his face, "Are you going to get a divorce? You boasted in front of me that you could live by yourself without me. As a result, I saw you in the night market. Accompanying customers to sell wine, even like last night...Have an auction to sell your body, Jiang Mianmian, you live like this, are you worthy of your father, worthy of your mother who died young?"

Mianmian frowned, and even sneered.

  She laughed lazily and charmingly, probably because she was in such an ambiguous environment, and she seemed to be infected with a trace of dust.

  She walked lightly around Zhan Muqian's side, then stretched out a small snow-white hand around his neck, and then boldly sat down on his lap.

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't know, so he waited with a serious face for what she wanted to do.

  Mianmian laughed at him.

   smiles very nicely, but also very vain.

It's just like……

  It was like she laughed to everyone on stage last night.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian's face is no longer pretty.

  She clenched the inside pocket of his suit with her little flexible hand, and she fumbled for a flat cigarette case and a lighter.

  She moved very quickly and lit the cigarette, biting her lips and taking a few mouthfuls.

  Waiting for Zhan Muqian to stop him sternly, she let go, and gently spit a ring of smoke on his handsome face.

  Zhan Muqian was naturally angry by her, his face was clouded in an instant, and he slapped her in front of her fiercely and terribly, unscrewed her from her thigh, raised his hand and wanted to hit her——

  He was so angry that his palms were shaking.

  In my heart, it is half pity, half resentment that resembles hate that iron cannot become steel.

"Jiang Mianmian, you provoke me? I really think I can't control you? Believe it or not, I will tie you back and lock you up. After a few days you will know what a good school is. If you don't be obedient, hang up and fight. "

   Just when the man was almost incoherent by her.

  He flung the cotton quilt and fell on the carpet without standing still.

  She raised her head and still smiled at him, her eyes flashing with a certain painful color.

  "You care about me? Why do you rely on me to marry you, or on the basis that you have spoiled me? Just a few months of grace, is it amazing?"

  【1 more, monthly recommendation ticket is routinely asked for on Monday~】