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

  Aunt Qiao and Mian Mian have been together for a year, and the relationship is getting deeper and deeper.

  Especially Mianmian is a sincere and unreserved little girl.

  Aunt Qiao still remembers how innocent and innocent she was when she first walked in, and she could even be said to be presumptuous.

  Now...

  Now she has lost her first child. Aunt Qiao feels that it’s not something a girl her age should bear.

  Mianmian curled up her thin body in Aunt Qiao’s arms.

   She has red eyes and whimpers, the pain spreading from her belly to her chest.

  This kind of pain is silent and dull, but it is like tearing, so that every cell is trembling.

  Her voice was very low, as if she couldn't help but confessed to Aunt Qiao in pain, and she was more like talking to herself.

   "I should have thought that it would be like this. My child is like Qiqi’s child. It is impossible to give birth. It is too miserable. Why is my child so miserable? What did I do wrong..."

  The sad atmosphere permeated the whole huge bedroom.

  Even Aunt Qiao was so uncomfortable that she couldn't say a word to comfort her.

  Aunt Qiao is a mother who has been a mother.

  She knows that this kind of pain is futile no matter how much comfort.

  There is only time, only a long time can smooth these pains...

  …………

  Mrs. miscarriage was also a major event that shocked the presidential palace.

  Although it has been heard that it was the result of the wife's own chronic drug abortion.

  But the wife is a wife after all, and the presidential palace now only has such a precious treasure.

  The kitchen naturally also prepares meals for the wife’s confinement.

  I made the pigeon wolfberry soup early this morning, and Aunt Qiao will serve it when the time is up.

  Packed upstairs in the soup bowl.

  Mianmian’s complexion is particularly poor, her complexion is pale, there is no blood on her lips, and she has no blood.

  Aunt Qiao helped her to lean on the bed. Just after drinking a few sips of soup, there was a knock on the door.

  Aunt Qiao asked people to come in, but was startled by the two women in dignified uniforms.

"You are……"

  "Hello, we are sent by your Excellency the President. We have some questions to ask Madam regularly."

  Mianmian's little hand holding the spoon stiffened.

  She looked at her, and the two men in uniforms must be someone who asked her to confess to her.

  Aunt Qiao is just a housekeeper after all, and she has never seen such a battle.

   was a little shocked, "I don't know who the two are..."

"Hello, we are a special investigator of the State Secret Intelligence Team." Another woman glanced in and saw Jiang Mianmian drinking soup, then turned to say, "It turns out that my wife is having a meal, so why not wait outside? , You can call us when the wife has finished eating."

   Seeing that the two investigators were about to push out.

  Mianmian put down the spoon in her hand, her face did not change color, her tone was flat, "I'm done with it, come in if you want to ask."

  The two investigators glanced at each other, then walked into the room without refusing, and Aunt Qiao was also asked to go out.

  The door was closed tightly. Mianmian looked at the two strange women, sweating slightly in her palms uncontrollably.

One of them placed the documents in front of Jiang Mianmian and asked in a serious tone, "Madam, these documents were found from your private drawer. They are your personal belongings. May I ask who put these documents in How did it get into your hands?"

  Cotton cotton lips turned white, and he whispered, "I don't know."