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

  He is clearly closing his eyes and resting.

  It seems that the state of the whole person is very relaxed.

  But Jiang Ranran heard the cold chill from his short sentence, and couldn't help but shiver twice.

   She lowered her head, and squeezed out a sentence from her lips, "I am willing, as long as it makes your Excellency happy, I can do anything..."

  She quickly returned to the bedside and took out the box that the President had taken out in front of her yesterday from the bedside table.

  She neither dared to go against the president’s will.

Even more unwilling to be suffocated by him for disobeying his doubts. If she was swept out of the presidential palace just one day after she was spoiled...she would be very shameless and would be jokes by many, many people, even her parents would be because of her. And shame.

  Jiang Ranran had to do what he said.

  She closed her eyes and imagined in her mind that Mr. President was petting her...

  …………

  Mianmian looked at the mess on the bedding with a headache.

  She really wanted to ask Aunt Qiao for help.

   But I felt that in the middle of the night, in case Aunt Qiao was already asleep, she seemed to be making a fuss.

  What's more, her relationship with Zhan Muqian has made Aunt Qiao always worried about this.

  If she were to go downstairs to find Aunt Qiao now, it would definitely make her exhausted and unable to sleep.

  Faced with a situation that you really can’t handle.

  Mianmian's eyes are red, and she sniffs.

  Her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her doomed to not sleep sideways on the other side of the big bed.

  Although this bowl of porridge only soiled one side of the bed, if she slept on the other side, it would not have much impact.

  But she is obsessed with cleanliness, so it's better not to sleep for a night.

   She bit her lip, took out the blanket from the closet, and walked to the sofa, preparing to spend the night on the sofa.

  Mianmian suffered too many grievances tonight, and I really want to cry.

   But she thought about it, crying so late, her eyes will inevitably become red and swollen tomorrow morning, and will make Zhan Muqian and other people in the house look at jokes.

  He has already touched Jiang Ranran, and maybe more women will be touched tomorrow.

  Since she decides to live on this day, she has to get used to it, she has to be patient.

  There is no other way.

  Mianmian even thought with comfort.

  At least he was just pouring hot porridge on the bed, better than splashing on her and burning her...

  Thinking about it this way, I feel a little bit lucky.

  ……

  She finally comforted herself so much that she almost closed her eyes.

   just closed his eyes.

  There was a harsh sound called chuang next door.

  "Your Excellency, be lighter..."

   "Oh, so comfortable..."

   "No, no, too soon, please..."

  "Your Excellency, you are great, you are the best..."

  ……

  Cotton cotton finally stretched his body straightened up and relaxed after self-comforting.

   Then it gets stiffer and stiffer.

  She bit her lip.

  Finally understand what kind of obscene voice the servants in the house heard last night.

  It seems that they are not exaggerating...

  I only blame her for sleeping too well last night.

 Mianmian's two small hands silently gripped the blanket, covered her head with the blanket, and plugged her hands on her ears.

  She bit her lips almost torn apart, but she didn't realize it.

  Can’t cry...

  The bad guy wants to be with whomever he wants to be with. She should have seen it a long time ago.

  A man she hates and hates, she really shouldn’t worry about it anymore.

  But why the heart hurts so much...

  She wrapped her head in a blanket.

   is like a pitiful little tortoise indented into its shell.

   Endure and endure.

  To the end, she cried out loudly...