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

  Mianmian just passed by the pile, a little panicked.

  Although it was only in the restaurant, and Gong Qiao and Xiao Qi were not far away, but Cheng Jiaming's overly broad bullies still frightened her.

  If it wasn’t for Zhan Qiyou to stop, if Gong Qiao didn’t hear...

  She didn't dare to think further, she just felt scared.

  In addition to Zhan Qiyou's drunkenness, the words he said to her at the bathroom door made her feel uncomfortable.

  Mianmian’s voice was soft, "Are you...will you come to pick me up?"

Chief Zhan was not sure if she had drunk too much, and asked, "Well, tell you where you are."

   "I'm in... Youji Private Kitchen in the north of the city."

  Taking up the thread, Mianmian turned around and said to the two of them: "Zhan Muqian is here to pick me up, Gong Qiao, you can send Xiaoqi home, you have to go to class tomorrow morning."

Gong Qiao was also angry, but in front of Mianmian, he deliberately appeared indifferent, "We will not leave until Uncle Zhan arrives. You... are you... not scared? Cheng Jiaming's wicked pens are just drinking too much, so I dared to point at them. You are drunk crazy, I will find someone to beat them up tomorrow!"

  Mianmian was a little dazed, and twitched the corners of her lips: "It's okay, don't worry about those rascals."

Xiao Qi felt that Mianmian's face was a little whiter than usual, and he took Mianmian's hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you scared? Those people are really too much, or you can tell Uncle Zhan to let Uncle Zhan Go to the Cheng family to file a complaint, the Cheng family..."

  Mianmian nodded, "Well, I will take care of it."

  ……

  The cotton surface was indifferent, but in fact she was in a trance. When Cheng Jiaming and the others pressed her on the sofa, she was really scared for a moment.

  She stood outside the restaurant to let the air out, and squatted down when she was tired.

  Zhan Mu Qian seemed to have just arrived from the army, his uniform was straight, and he drove a low-key Cayenne.

  As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Mianmian squatting on the ground. He glanced at Gong Qiao suspiciously: "Drink too much?"

   "No..." Gong Qiao didn't know whether to say more, hesitated.

Chief Zhan picked up his little girl from the ground, held it in his arms, looked at her 蔫蔫, and asked warmly, "What's the matter?"

  Mianmian does not say anything.

  Xiao Qi explained a little worriedly: "The chief, uncle chief...just now we were dining in the restaurant, Mianmian went to wash his hands, and met a few gangsters who drank too much, which scared her..."

  Lord Chief had dark eyes, staring at Mianmian's small face.

  She shook her head hurriedly: "It's okay, just a few small gangsters, all of whom know each other. After a few words to tease me, I probably drank too much..."

  Zhan Muqian took her into the car, started the car, and said again: "Those gangsters bullied you? What is your name, and I will avenge you?"

  Zhan Mu Qian has not been in Jincheng for two years, which happened to be the two years when Mianmian was the most rebellious and nonsense.

  He imagined that she should have met a lot of punks and offended a lot of people at the same time.

  Mianmian smiled a little embarrassedly, "Just leave it alone..."

  She doesn’t know if she should say it or not.

  The matter should not be serious, and you may not encounter those people in the future.

  Moreover, those boys were also the sons of several high-ranking officials in Jincheng. I'm afraid she would cause trouble to Zhan Muqian if she said a few more words.

  Zhan Mu Qian is highly powerful, but those officials and wealthy businessmen are not vegetarian.

   soon arrived home, after parking, the Chief Zhan did not get out of the car in time.

   Instead, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl’s hair, “You’re lingering tonight, did you drink too much again?”

  Mianmian felt a little hot on her face when she thought of drinking too much that night at the coming-of-age ceremony.

   "I... I didn't drink tonight."

  The man chuckled softly, his voice seemed extremely **** in the narrow and quiet car.

  Mianmian exclaimed, Zhan Muqian unexpectedly picked her up with her ass, and directly hugged his thigh from the co-pilot.

Chief Zhan pinched her small chin and kissed her soft lips.

   "Hmm... there really is no smell of alcohol, very good."