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

  Zhan Muqian was pushed a few times vigorously by her, and finally got out of bed and stood still.

  He didn't force it, so he pulled at the corners of his thin lips, without much anger.

  "Don’t sell it anymore, then forget it. When you figure it out, you will naturally come to me."

  Cotton cotton dropped her chin slightly, bit her lip, and said nothing.

  Zhan Mu Qian walked out leisurely, walked to the door, and suddenly remembered something.

He turned his head slightly and said in a flat tone, "Tonight, you waited for me to take a bath. Although it is not very good, but it is hard work. I will give you five thousand hard work. I have no cash. On the account, don’t forget."

  Cotton cotton nose pantothenic, but still silent, just biting her lower lip tighter and harder.

  Wait for Zhan Muqian to bring the door.

  She let go, and put her arms around her knees.

   finally cried out loudly.

  Weeping with sorrow and tears.

  She originally thought that Zhan Muqian would keep her by her side, and she also asked her to use her body to make money.

  This is already the biggest humiliation, and it is enough.

  She thought that if she was behaved, she would be able to survive and at least save Jiang Xun if she was soft on him.

  But she didn't expect that Zhan Muqian would hold such a grudge.

  New and old accounts, he has to forget it all at once.

  So this money is so hard to make.

  A day like this...I don’t know how long it will take.

  Mianmian is not crying aggrieved.

   is an explosion after the accumulation of emotions.

  I don’t know how long this day will take...

  And it seems that it’s getting harder day by day.

  …………

  Song Family Mansion.

  Song Yunhua finished his homework early and lay down in front of the desk, holding a pen in his little hand and painting on the notebook.

  She has studied sketching and has a good foundation.

  At that time, the figure of Yin Feng appeared in her mind, but she did not dare to paint his face for some reason.

  Thinking that if I draw the face of Senior Yin, wouldn’t it mean that he would look at him in her boudoir?

   Yunhua felt ashamed just thinking about it, so he drew his hand casually.

  Yin Feng plays the piano all the year round, with slender fingers, white and clean.

   is like the hand of a natural artist, very beautiful.

   Yunhua lay on the table and sketched.

  As everyone knows.

  In the large study room upstairs, an old fox is staring at the computer screen, sprouting the young girl's spring heart on her little face, all in a panoramic view.

  Song Yanzhi zoomed in to see what she was drawing on her notebook, but because she didn't open the ceiling, only the desk lamp was turned on, the light was dim, and it was hard to see clearly.

  Song Yanzhi pursed his thin lips slightly, and then sent her a WeChat message with his mobile phone.

  【Huahua, come to the study. 】

  Song Yunhuan glanced at WeChat, and then checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. Why did her elder brother look for her so late? She had a regular routine since she was young, and she went to bed at half past ten.

  Big Brother’s tone... seems pretty sure she is not asleep yet?

  Since he was punished by his eldest brother when he lied last time, Yunwei has been a little bit confused when he sees his eldest brother can hide.

  It was so late at this time, Yun Wei glanced at his boudoir bed.

   thought to himself, or just pretend to sleep.

  She doesn’t respond to her eldest brother, so he must be treated as if she was asleep.

  However, just when she decided to pretend to be asleep, she continued to scribble on the desk.

  Suddenly, her heart went up and down, and she became flustered.

  This...it's also a lie.

  If it was discovered by the eldest brother...

   Yunwei somehow came to mind that day when her elder brother lifted her skirt and was hit on her thigh, her face gradually became hot.