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

   Jiang Mianmian wrinkled her small face into a bun, bit her lower lip, and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "Uncle Zhan, Lord Chief...Why on earth you can’t think about it so much, what do you think of me? I can’t change it yet!"

  There was no obvious expression on the man’s face, but Jiang Mianmian looked at him and felt that he seemed to be slyly sneering.

  He smoothly pushed the girl’s soft body on the seat, and commanded in a deep voice, "Give me the certificate."

  The girl is a jealous, holding on to her small bag, she shook her head again and again, "No, I didn't bring it!"

  Zhan Mu Qian couldn't even look at her, his voice was clear, "I didn't bring it, right? Now turn around and go back to the presidential palace to get it."

   "..." Jiang Mianmian almost roared, "Zhan Muqian, I don't want to marry you. In broad daylight, you still want to buy and sell?!"

I thought the man would mention her and his spring breeze again, but he moved his lips and said coldly, "It's okay if you don't get married. I will tell your Excellency to drag the problem girl from your house back. Military Region-Good Student Education."

  The little mother Leopard stared at a pair of shining eyes, just about to get annoyed and scratched, but Zhan Muqian suddenly raised his hand and rubbed her little head.

   "Why are you unhappy?"

  "...I'm only eighteen years old, I don't want to get married and have children, I..."

  Zhan Muqian's lips twitched slightly, and the way she squinted and smiled was simply sexual. It made her wish she had a nosebleed.

He rubbed the top of the girl's head like a pet in his own family, "After getting married, I will protect you. After you are married, you will no longer restrain you everywhere. Your stepmother and younger sister can't bully you. And your mother. I will also help you take back the family property left behind before you pass away. As for your other requirements, you can also mention it."

  Jiang Mianmian stared at him suspiciously. How could he know that the inheritance left by her mother... was held by Li Shengyuan at this time?

  She stared at her big round eyes, "Can you help me get back my mother’s property, but is it true?"

  Zhan Muqian smiled, "Naturally, I will write it on the prenuptial agreement as a promise to you."

  Jiang Mianmian's hands wringed each other, thought for a while, and finally stared at him, and said seriously, "I have one more request!"

"Say."

  "After getting married, you have to follow me, and you can't force me to do things that I don't like!"

  Zhan Muqian nodded and agreed.

  He smiled so softly, but Jiang Mianmian couldn’t stop shaking because he was cautious. He always felt that he was... insidious and cunning!

  ……

  The little snow-white hand was holding a strange red book, Jiang Mianmian just sold himself, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

  Then she was taken back to Zhan Muqian's private house, which was an official villa with a quiet environment.

  Zhan Muqian led her to the door of the bedroom, “You will live here in the future, and someone will take care of your diet and daily life.”

   Jiang Mianmian has always been casual, glanced at the layout of the room, still frowned, "Master Chief, can you not let me live in such a silly room?"

  The bed is a princess bed, round shell shape, there are curtains and lace, lavender and light pink as the main color, a typical princess room.

  The man was condescending, "Mianmian, you are an eighteen-year-old girl."

   "..." Jiang Mianmian rolled his eyes and didn't intend to argue with him. He opened the suitcase and prepared to take the computer out to go online.

  But the contents of her box caused Mr. Chief to raise his eyebrows severely.

  He leaned over and picked up a bright red skirt in the box. The fabric was so thin and transparent that the skirt could not even cover the roots of the thighs.

  Zhan Muqian stared at the well-dressed girl with heavy make-up in front of him, then he turned to the housekeeper and said, “Auntie Qiao, tidy up the too revealing clothes in Ms. Jiang’s box and throw them away.”

   Before the voice fell, Jiang Mianmian bounced from the sofa, "Zhan, uncle, uncle! You are too wide-minded!"

  The head chief threw the bright red cloth into the waste basket with a look of disgust, and squeezed the tender face of the little leopard, "Uncle's tube is not wide, didn't you know it a long time ago?"