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

  Zhan Mu Qian had a very handsome face, but his tone was good, not very fierce.

  He thought in his heart that this little thing was grabbed by him personally, how could it mean something imaginary.

  Mianmian raised her eyes and glanced at him, her little snow-white face didn't look emotional.

  She tugged at the corners of her lips and chuckled, as if she didn't intend to answer his question, she went straight to the direction of the stairs.

  But when he passed the sofa, he said in a voice that was neither high nor low, "I can't ask for it."

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes, his face is not ugly.

  He got up and walked a few steps forward, Mianmian dodged subconsciously.

When    lifted his chin, he looked at him timidly, "What are you doing, calm down, and calm down."

  Zhan Muqian grabbed the computer bag she was holding and threw it aside.

  When he took the quilt away from the computer, his heart was lifted, and he was relieved when he saw him throw it away.

  He also took off her slanting bag, took her by the hand and walked to the bathroom.

   "Wash your hands and eat."

  Mianmianmumu followed him to the bathroom.

   couldn't help but glanced at him a few more times.

  This man is a bit weird today...

  Since he mentioned Gong Qiao, he knew that she had indeed gone to the palace house.

  Why don't you continue talking?

  It's so strange.

  Zhan Mu Qian Qingjun's face didn't have many expressions, but he felt a little serious.

  It seems that after he became president, he has indeed become more serious, even more unsmiling than before.

  It may also be that she used to have a lively and cheerful temperament and often teased him, even if he was helpless in crying or laughing at her, the relationship was harmonious and happy.

  It’s a pity that those days of laughter and laughter are long gone.

  Zhan Muqian squeezed her little hand, involuntarily placed it under warm water to rinse, and carefully washed it with hand sanitizer, and then wiped it dry with a soft clean towel.

  Mianmian's heart became more suspicious, isn't he unhappy, how could he be so gentle.

   even treated her like a child, and personally helped her wash her hands.

  He pulled the cotton quilt towards the restaurant.

  She couldn’t help but whispered, “I’m going to see Gong Qiao, aren’t you angry?”

  Zhan Mu Qian had already picked up the chopsticks, and after hearing her words, he put the chopsticks down again.

  He stretched out his hand and squeezed her chin, and said helplessly, "Next time I go to find your little bamboo horse for a tryst, remember to come back early, don't let me run into it, I will be jealous."

The quilt said he wanted to laugh, "Really? But I rely on you to raise everything and I have to listen to you. You can threaten me, saying that if I meet Gong Qiao again, you won’t pay. Wouldn’t it be very useful to ask the nursing home to stop Jiang Xun’s medication?"

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes, his face darkened again.

  Mianmian looked at him speechless and speechless, and finally felt a little better.

  She reached out and picked up the chopsticks, just about to start.

  Zhan Muqian twisted her arms and hugged her and sat on her lap.

   "I think you are sincere and don't want to have a good meal, mad at me?"

  Mianmian nudged him, "Dare not..."

   Just then a few servants came in to serve the dishes, and they couldn't help but bow their heads when they saw this scene.

  Mianmian also felt embarrassed, so she glanced at them, and in one glance she saw the girl who had had an argument with her a few days ago.

  Jiang Ranran looked at her sitting in your arms, and your hand also squeezed her ass.

  There is fire in the eyes.