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

  Zhan Mu Qian felt a little helpless, but when he saw that she had just wiped her nose, the circles under her eyes seemed to be red again.

  He seemed to sigh silently, and immediately reached out and messed up her hair.

  "Stop crying, you might as well just say what you think, Mianmian, I have a great responsibility for the reason why our relationship has become like this, but..."

  He seems to have something to say to Mianmian, or maybe he wants to coax her.

But Mianmian interrupted him directly. She hugged her knees and said in a very low and soft voice, "I have nothing to say, I need money, President, why don't you just follow what you said before. My money, I..."

  Her voice is getting lower and lower, and weaker and weaker, as if she couldn't speak, or as if she couldn't speak.

  Zhan Mu Qian frowned, "You mean, as I said before...Mianmian, haven't you considered spending time with me?"

  His complexion turned bad in an instant, and he could barely laugh.

  Mianmian has the willingness to commit suicide, he is very scared, very scared.

   But besides being afraid, there seems to be a little illusion.

  Thinking that maybe after such a trouble, the relationship between him and Mianmian can be restored to the past.

  Even if it can’t be restored to its original appearance, at least it’s good to live.

   But what she said suddenly made Zhan Muqian feel cold, and perhaps it was extremely disappointing.

  Mianmian was silent for half a minute, and then shook his head quickly.

"You are the president, I can't climb high, and I don't want to climb high. I have nothing now. My only wish is to hope that Jiang Xun can wake up. Before he wakes up, I want him to stay alive and make sure that he is still in this world. , Didn’t leave me, just fell asleep... So, I need money, I need a lot of money every month, in fact, you are not obligated to support me, let alone support my father, so the way you proposed before, I think it makes sense, anyway except this body...I have nothing."

  Zhan Mu Qian had a complicated complexion, and he didn't know what to say at all.

  After a while, he stretched out his hand to help her cover her with the quilt, and his tone was calm, “Since you’re not hungry, let’s sleep first to avoid catching a cold. I will ask Aunt Qiao to bring something to eat later.”

  ……

  Cotton cotton body is very soft, it slips into the bed easily.

  The heating in the room is sufficient, and she feels very comfortable hiding in the bed...

  In fact, she is also a little scared.

   When Zhan Muqian hugged her from a height, he held her very tightly.

  Mianmian subconsciously felt that he was angry.

  She felt that she might be going to suffer, but she didn't expect that nothing happened in the end.

  ……

  Mianmian later ate something and slept soundly when his stomach was full.

  Until two o'clock in the middle of the night, when she slept drowsyly and comfortably.

   Vaguely felt that the quilt on her body was being lifted, and the man's tall and heavy body was pressing on her.

  She was a little uncomfortable, and she refused a few times in a dream.

  Ke's nightdress was lifted by the man's big hand.

  Rough finger pads and hot palms touched her delicate skin——

   "Cotton cotton."

  She vaguely heard Zhan Muqian calling her.

  But she was so sleepy that she was too sleepy to raise her eyelids, so she mumbled twice and wanted to continue sleeping.

  But his movements are getting more and more straightforward and excessive.

  She wanted to open her eyes and reject him, but she was so sleepy and weak...

  She felt the man's hand gently touching her face.

   Then a strong knee pushed her leg back hard--