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

   "This is the second uncle's choice. We are a junior and it is hard to say anything."

He lifted his leg and left, but Jiang Li grabbed his arm tightly: "Zhan Qiyou, can you be a bit stubborn, you are really willing to let Jiang Mianmian be our elder in the future, and see her call for a second aunt in the future. ?!"

  Zhan Qi You's eyes darkened, and his lips slightly curled: "Jiang Li, what do you want me to do?"

Jiang Li smiled: "After all, it's my sister, I will never harm her. In fact, although the second uncle is superior, but in the final analysis, he is just the most ordinary man. Man, it is always inevitable to have a whim. Mianmian’s interest, as long as Jiang Mianmian arouses his resentment..."

Zhan Qiyou stared at her carefully, and she continued: "The coming-of-age ceremony is an important day. We all have to go. I will arrange for a few friends to get her drunk. Without me to provoke her, she can get drunk crazy by herself. In such occasions... If she does something outrageous, I don’t believe that my second uncle will not get angry. As for you... just do what you want, don’t want to do it. That's it."

  She stared at him, meaningful and authentic.

  ……

  The day of the coming-of-age ceremony.

  Mianmian was awakened by the knocking on the door of a few girlfriends before she was full.

  She hurriedly jumped out of bed with her messy hair and opened the door, "Wipe, you guys are going to die in the morning, come in a group? Let's be the king!"

  Xiao Qi took her arm and smiled and said, "Sister Mian...Today is your big day. The stylist has been waiting for a long time. Get up and go wash."

  A few other girls all echoed.

  Mianmian scratched her hair irritably, and hid in the bathroom staring at the mirror in a daze.

  It’s just a birthday, so much trouble?

  In previous years, there were not so many moths in the presidential palace.

  ……

  It takes a long time to make-up. Mianmian asked Xiaoqi and the others to go strolling around in the yard, so as to avoid a group of people chattering and gossip causing her headache.

  After the complete set is completed, the stylist pushes the rack of the dress to Mianmian: "Miss Jiang, the banquet will begin in half an hour, and you can start changing your dress."

  Mianmian stared at the soft pink tuxedo skirt on the shelf...the eyeballs almost fell out.

  Running away the cotton directly patted the table: "I don't wear this, what the hell, give me another one!"

  The stylist was embarrassed and stammered for a moment: “Is there anything wrong with the dress? It’s very fairy and beautiful. It’s tailor-made for you. The skirt is decorated with 999 diamonds...”

  Cotton pad: "I don't like pink, it's too damn, it doesn't suit me at all."

  The door of the room opened suddenly, and the head of war in a formal dress seemed to be smiling but slowly walking towards her with his long legs.

  "It suits you well, put it on first."

  Mianmian most annoys him with this domineering look of Zhuan system. He rolled his eyes and kicked with anger: "If you don't wear it, you don't wear it!"

  Sir Chief Chief squatted down, squeezed her small face with long fingers, and said in a petting tone, "Then which one do you want to wear, tell me?"

  Several stylists realized that the atmosphere had changed, and found the right time to quietly go out...

  Mianmian lowered his head, and mumbled casually: "Whatever, I want to wear black!"

   "You can't wear black on your birthday."

  Mianmian stared at him, still unwilling to compromise.

The man squeezed her little hand, and patiently reasoned with her: "Although it is pink, it is not glamorous and not vulgar. It is light pink. The style comes from the hands of a master. This master is best at creating girls’ dresses, cotton and cotton. Eighteen is the most beautiful age. When you are old and want to dress like a little girl, you will miss this moment."

  "……"

  Jiang Mianmian firmly believes that he can't tell him.

  I saw the chief executive slowly getting up, removing the dress from the shelf, and hooking the shoulder straps of Mianmian with his long fingers, "The time is coming, should I change it for you myself, eh?"