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

   "I... the child is gone, and I am also sorry, I am very sad, maybe I... just so useless."

  The child is gone.

  Mianmian's mood is also extremely bad.

  She can understand Zhan Muqian's mood at this time.

  After all...the child also has half of him.

  She believes that his mood is as painful as herself.

  Zhan Mu Qian was obviously blaming her for uselessness.

  But she didn't have the energy to argue for herself, and she didn't have the energy to argue with him.

  If it's useless, it's useless.

  She does... feel a little useless.

  At least I am really sorry for my baby.

  There is nothing wrong with the baby.

that's it……

  She watched, a little life, just like that.

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian's big hand landed on her lower abdomen, and instead of reducing her strength, it got worse.

  Mianmian looked at him with cold eyes.

   couldn't help but guess what he must have been irritated.

  In the few hours she was asleep, someone irritated him.

  Zhan Muqian's palm seemed to crush her belly.

  Mianmian bit his lip with pain, and couldn't help reaching out and pinching his wrist, trying to move his hand away.

  "Zhan Muqian, what's the matter with you? Calm down, OK, let go first, you hurt me..."

  She spoke to him in a very low tone, and didn't want to argue with him at all.

  Zhan Muqian pursed his lips, and asked with a smile, "It hurts? Do you really know it hurts, Jiang Mianmian, you... unscrupulous bitch."

Mianmian was scolded by him, frowning and staring at him inexplicably, "Why are you irritated, why don't I hurt? I am the baby's mother, no one hurts more than me, even if you think I am useless , There is no need to do this, as if I deliberately didn't want the baby, do you know how much pain I feel?"

  She was crying, but she did not cry.

   Things are already like this, she can only force herself to be stronger.

  She was not in the mood to argue with Zhan Muqian whether the matter was her fault.

  But as soon as she finished speaking, the man reached out and grabbed her neck.

  He was strangling the throat with a cotton pad, and he obviously felt that the strength of his hand was gradually increasing...

  She was frightened and at a loss.

   widened his eyes, looking at Zhan Muqian puzzledly.

  Only a vague sound can be made in the small mouth.

   "You... are you sick, crazy!"

  Zhan Muqian pinched her while crushing her lower abdomen with the other hand.

  "Do you think that you can lie to me for a lifetime and refuse to tell the truth, where did you buy the medicine, or... who gave it to you? Gong Qiao? Or someone else I don’t know?"

  Mianmian has difficulty breathing, cannot breathe, and can only helplessly open his mouth.

  The more she listened, the more she felt confused, and she didn't understand what the man who was gradually falling into a mania was talking about.

  What lied to him for a lifetime?

  What medicine?

  She shook her head, and squeezed a hoarse word from her throat with great difficulty, "I don’t understand what you say, what...what medicine, you, you make it clear..."

  Zhan Muqian didn't seem to be surprised by her sophistry and pretending response.

  The corners of his lips turned up slightly, and he sneered, "It seems that you can't cry without seeing the coffin. Do you need me to call the nutritionist whom you paid for to confront you?!"

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