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

  Zhan Mu Qian's heart hurts.

   looks like a blood hole dug out by a sharp weapon, puffing up blood.

  But he can't show anything.

   could only coldly face, and asked her in a deep voice, "Why don't you eat or even drink water?"

  The little thing in his arms did not respond.

   "Speak, Mianmian. Are you going to starve yourself to death? Do you think it is possible? Do you really think that death is such an easy thing?"

  She is still indifferent.

  Zhan Muqian held her slender body, only to feel that his body hurts.

  There is no trace of meat on her body.

  The rest is bones.

  Fractures are injuries that require long-term rest.

  Not to mention that she had a miscarriage not long ago.

  This way of practicing his own way of life, he really has no way to be confident that she can hold on.

  ……

  The pain and anxiety in his heart are intertwined.

   became an anger that almost broke out.

  The strength in his hands increases uncontrollably.

  The voice line is thick and the wheezing is rapid.

"Jiang Mianmian, don't follow me in this way. You have done so many wrong things. You are a sinner in country A. Do you know how many excellent fighters died because of you... I tell you, there is no such cheap thing, no!"

  Mianmian is neither in the mood nor the strength to argue with him.

  She calmly looked to the ceiling.

  Not a word.

  It's like it's already dead.

  Zhan Mu Qian is furious.

  He abruptly helped her up, put two soft pillows behind her, forcing her to lean against.

  The kitchen brought food up, and a small dining table was set up on the bed.

  Mianmian has no expression on her face, her eyes are like stagnant water.

  Zhan Muqian personally picked up the fragrant porridge bowl, scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and put it on his lips to warm it up.

   Immediately pinched her cheeks and tried rudely to put the spoon into her mouth.

  However, cotton does not cooperate.

  In the end, hot porridge was spilled everywhere.

  Zhan Muqian's face became more and more cold, and even his eyes showed a dangerous and bloodthirsty cold light.

  This woman really wants to die...

  She is really going to die here.

   died before his eyes.

  Leave him and die before him.

  Go to another world by yourself.

  Not that cheap thing.

  He resisted all opinions and almost exhausted his prestige.

  He wants her to live.

  No one can punish her.

  He is making good use of his power for her, ignoring the law.

   has only one purpose, which is to keep her.

   just fractured two hands.

  It hurts, but it will get better.

  It's better than her sentenced to death or life imprisonment.

  He has paid too much for keeping her by his side...

  He can't let her die.

  It is impossible.

  I cannot successfully feed the porridge with a spoon.

  He finally chose to eat by mouth.

   Feed the porridge into her mouth, pry open her cold teeth with her tongue, and pour it into her mouth abruptly.

  Forcing her to swallow.

  He was tortured with a cotton blanket and his face was full of tears, crying and vomiting.

  In the end, he finally fed up a bowl of porridge.

  Although it vomits half of it.

  But finally let her eat something.

  Mianmian leaned against the bed and retched.

  It's disgusting.

  Zhan Muqian's saliva...

   Disgusting.

  Zhan Muqian had already fed her the porridge, but he did not give up.

  He opened the soup cup and prepared to feed her soup in the same way.

  Mianmian couldn't help cursing, "It's disgusting, get out!"

  He squinted his eyes, a chill in his eyes.

   "Is it disgusting? Then you drink it yourself. If you don't drink, believe it or not, I will strip you out now..."