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

"Son of a bitch!"

"Snapped!"

   "Scumbag!"

"Snapped!"

   "...Clothed Qin Beast!"

   "Papa Papa--"

  Every time Mianmian scolded her, Zhan Muqian slapped her.

  After a few rounds, Mianmian’s legs were trembling with pain, "It hurts..."

  "Don't fight, it hurts..."

   Jiang Mianmian is used to being arrogant.

  I had a mother when I was young.

  Her mother is a very gentle woman. No matter what she did wrong, her mother would never blame her.

  Later, her mother disappeared and entered a rebellious period. She was causing trouble almost every day, causing all kinds of troubles to the presidential palace.

  Jiang Xun was outraged by her a few times and ordered the butler to lock her into the dark room in the attic.

  Even so, she dared to yell proudly in front of Jiang Xun.

  Where does she know what fear is, and she never thought that one day she would live such a useless life...

  But she is really scared.

  She has just turned eighteen years old.

   Although she and Zhan Muqian were married, she did not remember what happened on the fighter plane that day.

  Not even a little faint sporadic memory.

   Although she slept in the same bed with Zhan Muqian, the ghost knew what this man was like when he did that kind of thing on the bed.

   Besides, he is obviously angry...

  Jiang Mianmian just disguised herself as a little hooligan, in fact, she was a charming baby girl in her heart...

  She will also long for beauty, she is afraid that she will be completely destroyed by Zhan Muqian.

  ……

  Zhan Chief was very angry with her, just when he thought Jiang Mianmian would carry him to the end.

  The little thing half kneeling on the big bed pressed by him suddenly softened his voice...

  Mianmian lay on the bed and couldn't help crying low.

  She can’t stand it anymore...

   After sobbing a few times, the grievances held for too long are like floods bursting a bank——

  The girl cried loudly with "Wow"——

  ……

  The man pressing her behind was obviously a little startled.

  She cried hysterically, as if squeezing out the tears of her young life.

  Zhan Muqian let go of her hand slightly, turned her crying little face, and stared at her red eyes like a rabbit.

   "Cotton, don't cry."

  Mianmian's eyes widened, and a little desperately sobbed: "Don't touch me, please don't touch me, okay, I'm afraid..."

  Zhan Mu Qian's hostility seemed to be dissipated by her crying like this.

  But the desire for rich colors has not diminished a little...

He touched her wet little face, and his tone was softer than before: "Listen. Mianmian, since you have entered my door, don't want to go out again in this life, don't even dream about it! You're a little younger, You are nervous, I can understand. But Mianmian, my uncle is not young anymore, my uncle is a man, and I am your husband, so I must do this with you. Sooner or later, you can only learn to accept it."

  Mianmian cried out of breath, "I don’t want it, don’t do it with you..."

  Zhan Muqian wiped her tears with his fingers, his face was serious, and he said in a nonchalant tone: "Don't be afraid, I will pay attention to my feet and will not toss you, but you must be good, obedient, and cooperate with me, understand?"

  Mianmian’s eyes are desperate, and I can’t even cry.

  She cried so badly... She hasn't cried in front of anyone for N years.

   But Zhan Muqian still refused to let her go.

  He still refuses to let her go...

  Zhan Mu Qian looked at her.

  The little thing that was crying into tears finally closed his mouth and stopped talking or crying.

  The little thing clenched his hands into fists and stared at him bitterly.