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

  Suddenly she opened her mouth and said to Aunt Qiao, "Aunt Qiao, I can't make it any longer, can you help me get a stable bottle, please."

  Aunt Qiao was shocked for a while, swallowed, unable to speak for a while.

  After a long time, she reached out and held Mianmian's thin shoulders.

   "Madam, don't be like this, nothing is more important than living well..."

  Mianmian did not cry.

  Just red eyes, she became thinner and thinner, which made her eyes bigger and brighter.

  "Don’t call me like that, okay, I have a name, Aunt Qiao, don’t call me like that again."

  She only feels ironic.

Mrs?

  Zhan Mu Qian’s wife?

  She is not only unworthy of being his wife.

  Not even a dog at his feet.

  It is not uncommon for many dog ​​lovers to treat dogs not only as pets, but even as sons.

  But what about Zhan Muqian...

  Zhan Mu Qian regards her like an ant.

  What is her fortune...

  She was just a **** who had been slept by him.

  Mianmian feels very painful.

  Not only pain, but also shame.

  Aunt Qiao quickly apologized, "Okay, it's my fault, Mianmian, you want to drive something, don't think about these stupid things, you have just turned nineteen, and your life has just begun."

  Mianmian tugged at the corners of her lips and laughed stiffly.

"Nineteen years old? Yeah, I almost forgot, I'm about to celebrate my birthday. From the age of eighteen to nineteen, my two good friends left me, one disfigured and the other disabled. Now they are both alive or dead."

   "My dad has also become a vegetative, lying in a hospital bed, without even the basic human dignity, so he can only remain motionless and be slaughtered by others."

"And I...My body was ravaged-defiled, my soul was defiled-contaminated, the child died, and now I have broken my hand. I have never felt that life is precious. After all, life is given to me by my parents. Mom left too early, she loves me so much, I think I have a responsibility to live in this world instead of her and extend her life..."

"But, I can't be too selfless. In the face of the pain I endured, I feel that life is meaningless. I have nothing. The only happiness may be death, Aunt Qiao, I know you have been Treat me sincerely, I'm afraid I am the only person who cares about me now, please help me, I just want to die, you can make me perfect..."

  Aunt Qiao’s face was full of tears.

   "Mianmian, you can't think like this, you have to live, and there is hope when you live."

  …………

  Language is poor.

  Aunt Qiao has no courage to comfort her.

  She can only stay by her side and never give Mianmian a chance to commit suicide.

  But even so, there is no gleam in the bottom of Mianmian's eyes.

  She lay in bed all day long without eating, drinking, or speaking.

   Serene and calm.

   is like an undead waiting to be overwhelmed.

  ……

  Mrs. Hunger Strike.

  In the end, he alarmed Your Excellency the President.

  Zhan Mu Qian arrived here late at night, and what he saw was the petite body with almost no outline in the bedding on the big bed.

  He lifted the quilt and slowly picked up the person.

  She was only about sixty catties thin.

  Reduce at least ten kilograms.

  It feels like a handful of bones wrapped in a skin.

  If it weren't for her body to be warm, Zhan Muqian would have to reach out and take a look at her breathing and pulse.

  She was still gasping.

  It just seems to be half dead.

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