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

  Mianmian naturally noticed the girl's obviously aggrieved face.

  She just thought it was funny.

  What kind of world is this?

  Something she doesn't want at all, there are still people who are eccentrically thinking about it.

  This girl doesn't seem to be too old, how can she think so much at her young age.

  She didn't feel angry, but rather teasing the person.

  Mianmian used a little strength to flick Zhan Mu Qian's big hands.

   "Don't be like this, sir, everyone is watching..."

  Zhan Mu Qian obviously had no intention of caring about those who had been offended. He tightened her waist and leaned over to bite her neck—

  The cotton pad was itchy by him, and it was a little painful.

  Zhan Muqian squeezed her waist in a serious manner, threateningly, "Do you want to eat well, or do you want to eat and cook here?"

  "..." Mianmian's face was a little red, and he exaggerated, "That's not good, sir, let's eat first, okay, let me go down, you're so hot..."

  Zhan Mu Qian's thigh was already visibly swelled.

  She even felt that she was going to be unable to sit still on his lap...

  Several servants who entered the restaurant to serve food have already retreated after seeing this.

  It happened that the girl was still standing and reluctant to leave.

  Mianmian is full of wicked fun, and the little hand slowly explored it, "My lord, you can stop the fire, it’s so hot, I’m afraid..."

  Jiang Ranran finally couldn't see it, and ran out angrily, cursing in a low voice only after going out.

  She took out her mobile phone after finding a place where no one was there. After thinking for a while, she took the initiative to send a few messages to Chi Hao.

  …………

   Seeing that person was gone, Mianmian lost the thought of playing with Zhan Muqian.

  Thinking about the operation tomorrow...I’m really scared.

  I don’t know if I will accidentally die on the operating table.

  She was a little frustrated.

  Zhan Muqian squeezed her hand, "Why don't you touch it, I want to do it?"

  Mianmian looked into his eyes and said weakly, "No, I'm hungry, my stomach is flat."

  Zhan Muqian touched her waist, and finally drove her off her lap.

   "Eat well. After eating the bowl of your own, you will lose weight. I am afraid that I will abuse you."

  Mianmian drank a few sips of soup and laughed, “It’s terrible. If it is reported that you abused the daughter of the former president, the news will definitely be a big deal.”

  Zhan Mu Qian seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

  Mianmian ate a lot tonight, but I have been absent-minded.

  She thought about it, it’s safer to be alone tonight.

  In case of Mu Qian’s overwhelming demand, wouldn’t she have to miss the operation time if she can’t get up tomorrow?

After she ran out, she looked at him with a smile, flattering, "Your Excellency, you should work hard tonight. I should be coming to my aunt. I'm too tired. My back hurts and my body hurts. I want to go back to the room. I'm asleep, deprived of company."

  Mianmian went back to the room and took a shower and was ready to rest early. After all, he was going to have an operation. At least he had to sleep well before he could have energy.

  She received a confirmation call from the hospital before going to bed.

  The other party reminded her that this operation is not irreversible in theory, but there are also some women who have difficulty recovering after ligation and will be completely barren in the future. Therefore, there are risks, so let her consider carefully.

  Mianmian understands this.

  Doesn’t that mean...

  Maybe she had an operation, and in this life, she would never have the chance to be a mother again.