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

  Gao Chief was also shocked to see her miserable appearance.

  He knows not to look at indecent, but he can't help but look at it twice.

  This Ms. Jiang is just a young adult, and she has grown up spoiled and spoiled.

  How can a little girl at this age stand anything.

  But she still stands upright all the time.

  It’s just that Gao Chief is really incomprehensible. How could the relationship between her and Your Excellency develop into the way it is now...

  He can't bear to think about what happened in your office just now.

  But even if you don’t think about it at all, it’s not difficult to guess in my heart.

  The high chief dropped his head and walked forward, "Madam, do you need me to send you back to the house? I just don't have anything important right now."

  Mianmian's spirit is very trance.

  She thinks over and over again in her head.

  I couldn’t figure out why Zhan Mu Qian had to do so, so absolutely.

  Isn’t he still unwilling to divorce at the beginning?

  He also tried to keep her and let her have a moment of compassion.

  But now, why does he seem to be a different person, as if he would never give up without torturing her to death...

  Mianmian’s saddest thing is not what she has endured and how many humiliating words she has heard.

  The saddest thing about her is that she is desperate now, not knowing who can save her father.

  At this time, she felt that she was really useless to the extreme.

  Not only was unable to do anything, but also was fooled by Zhan Muqian in vain.

  If Dad has really been sent to an international felon prison, and even the prison location is strictly sealed to the outside world, is it possible that she will never see Dad...

  She doesn't know what to do, she has no way at all.

  ……

  So when Gao Chief suddenly spoke to her, she was taken aback.

  She lifted up her red and swollen eyes like peaches to look at Gao.

  The chief trembled in his heart, only to feel that the little girl was like a frightened little white rabbit, very pitiful.

  Mianmian did not accept, but did not refuse.

  Slowly and arduously dragged his two legs that couldn't stand firmly forward.

  High Chief also followed without a word.

  At the foot of her, Chief Gao hurriedly held her arm until she helped her into the car.

  Mianmian has no way to think about the contradiction between Gao Chief's position and Zhan Muqian.

  She can't hold too many things in her heart.

  At the speed of the high chief, you can reach the Presidential Palace in at most ten minutes.

  After all, the Presidential Palace and the Presidential Office Building are also connected, but the distance is very large.

  Mianmian, like a wounded rabbit, shrank in the back seat of the car in a daze.

  When the high chief was about to drive into the presidential palace, she suddenly pleaded with a weak voice, "Could it be, turn around..."

  The high chief was startled.

   "I want to go back later, can I turn around again..."

  Chief Gao feels soft, Jiang Mianmian looks like a half-year-old child in his eyes.

  He failed to refuse.

  ……

  And such a turn, it turned out to be a full circle in Jincheng.

  From the scene of three or four o'clock in the afternoon to nightfall.

  Mianmian just sobbed quietly at first, as if she didn't dare, or perhaps she didn't want to cry in front of outsiders.

  Later, the Chief High realized that she was suffering such patience, so he simply turned on the car’s stereo and adjusted the music loudly.

  Mianmian can finally cry louder and louder, finally crying loudly.

  She never said to look back.

  Gao Chief couldn't bear to interrupt her, so he kept driving, and finally circled the city and returned to the gate of the presidential palace. It was already 7 o'clock in the evening.