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

  Mianmian left the villa for a long time before Aunt Qiao felt that something was wrong.

  She thought that after Mianmian sent Gong Qiao away, she should have gone back to the room to rest, but when it was time for dinner, she could not find anyone in the bedroom, nor did she find anyone up and down the villa, including the yard.

  She called Mianmian, but the phone rang in the bedroom. Mianmian left without even taking the phone...

  Aunt Qiao couldn't help being flustered, so she ran to the study room upstairs and knocked on the door.

  "Your Excellency, my wife is gone, she..."

  Zhan Muqian's face was pale, it seemed that he had just quarreled.

  Aunt Qiao estimated that she was busy in the small garden at the time of their conflict, so she didn't pay attention at all.

   She tentatively asked in a low voice, "It's getting late, do you want to look for..."

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was stern, and he was silent for a long time without saying a word.

   Just when Aunt Qiao suspected that he was not going to speak at all.

  He said coldly, "If she wants to get out, just get out. It's meaningless to stay forcibly. She doesn't need to look for it. She didn't bring anything. If she doesn't want to starve to death, she will come back sooner or later."

Mrs.    didn’t bring anything...

  This is what Aunt Qiao is most worried about.

  If she brought her wallet and mobile phone, she would spend the night outside by herself. Although there is a safety hazard, it would not be too worrying.

  But the problem is that she really didn’t bring anything, and the wife’s temperament, how could she be subdued and bow her head to come back by herself...

  Aunt Qiao didn't dare to say too much, I was afraid that she would make more mistakes.

  But it was nine o'clock at night.

  Aunt Qiao couldn’t help it.

  Hungry till nine o’clock and haven’t eaten anything, and seeing that the cold winter has not passed, she doesn’t know if the wife wears a thick coat before going out, if she is really cold and hungry...

  Regardless of her own body and weakness, how could the child in her stomach stand it.

She couldn't help but risked her life and ran to the study room and knocked on the door, "Your Excellency, my wife is pregnant with the baby, can you read about this love, go and pick her up, my wife is stubborn, I'm afraid it will freeze to death. I won't be willing to come back."

  Zhan Muqian looked at the phone screen.

  He said that he didn't want to care about her, just let her live and die.

  But the brain can't control her eyes, and checks her specific location every few minutes.

  She walked a long way, at least two kilometers away.

  The final location is very familiar, but the specific location has not been determined yet.

  She stopped there and didn't leave anymore.

   has stayed for more than forty minutes.

  Zhan Mu Qian frowned and wondered where this is.

  Suddenly there was an electric flint in his mind.

  He even forgot...

  It's only been a few months, and he didn't even realize where that road was.

  Jincheng is very big, with many roads, and there are no large buildings in that place. He really forgot it for a while.

  Zhan Mu Qian finally got up, took the car key and walked to the garage.

  Aunt Qiao was a little worried, "Your Excellency, do you want to go out to find your wife in person? Do you want to ask the driver to come over."

  The driver is off work at this point.

   And every time he came to this remote villa, he used the most common car, Qiao Zhuang, and the bodyguard team did not follow, for fear of attracting attention.

  He did not respond to Aunt Qiao, and drove out soon.

  Twenty minutes later.

  He saw the girl sitting on the swing in a daze in this place that he couldn't be more familiar with.

  She actually walked back to the private house where he used to live.

   is also where she has lived with him for a long time.

  Before moving into the presidential palace, they have been living here.

  Like a couple of ordinary people.