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

  Mianmian seems to be stunned for a moment.

Immediately he opened his mouth and said unhurriedly, "Why should I deliberately **** you off? You are my benefactor. I am mad at you. Not only can I not get any good from it, maybe I will be unlucky. Would you do such an unwise thing?"

She paused for a while, and then continued in a serious tone, "I'm talking from the bottom of my heart. Anyway, I get beaten. For me, it's not much different from being tossed by you... ..."

  At this moment, Mian Mian's voice did not fall, and he finally did not ignore his reaction.

  She looked at him as dark as the face of Wangye Yan, finally she was guilty and learned, so she didn't go on talking wittily.

She bit her lip, and barely pulled out an obviously fake but well-behaved smile, flatteringly, "Did I say something wrong? Don't be angry, my mouth is stupid. I have always learned how to say nice things to please people. , If you hear something you don’t like to hear, just pretend that I didn’t say it, huh?"

  Zhan Mu Qian is probably too angry to know what it feels like.

  His brain is almost smoked by her.

  There is no such thing as calmness and rationality.

  He finally grinned in anger, reaching out and pinching her chin.

  The thin lips opened slightly, and she gritted her teeth and asked her, "You mean, sleeping by me, it feels the same as being beaten, there is no difference?"

  He pinched his chin by the cotton quilt, and his aura became cold.

  If she can't see that he is angry anymore, that would be too fake.

  Mianmian didn't dare to talk nonsense now, so she pretended to be confidant, spit out her little tongue, shook her head slightly, and said nothing else.

  Zhan Mu Qian’s finger was slightly heavier, "Why don’t you dare to say it? You told me clearly, what on earth is similar to being asleep and being beaten, huh?!"

  Mianmian knew in his heart that his emotions had reached a certain edge.

  It would be a bit too much to continue fanning the flames.

  Even if he is angry, just click and stop.

  It was her herself who was blown up with anger.

  What she needs is that Jijun Dezhan Muqian couldn't bear to give her money, and at the same time made him completely chill with herself, not to have any illusions that she would live with him and be his presidential wife.

  But if he is completely offended...she won't do any good.

  So she still pressed her small mouth and refused to speak.

  Is it possible to ask her to tell the truth? !

  If you are beaten by a man, but you can't beat it, you have to take a bite by a mad dog.

  Being slept repeatedly by him, for her, she couldn't resist, she had to accept it, so she had to be bitten by a mad dog.

  The same bite by a mad dog, what's the difference?

  But she did not dare to speak to him.

  She didn’t find her own death.

  Zhan Muqian couldn't wait for her answer, the force on his fingers couldn't help but get two points heavier.

"answer me!"

  Mianmian saw that he would not give up until he could not get an answer, and he wanted to clean up her.

  She didn't want to continue to stimulate him, although she said...If the stimulation made him wolves, and slap her a few times, she would still be able to collect money.

  It's a pity that she is too tired now, and she can't make it up with the strength of moving her fingers all over her body.

   So she smiled, and whispered, “It’s all the same pain, but you can only blame your mighty and majestic, powerful-big-living-good..."