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

  Mianmian just took a shower.

  The whole body is warm.

  Small face also recovered a little blood under the influence of water vapor.

  But because of thinness, she can't see the gloss.

  She used to have a small round face with a little baby fat on her face.

  Zhan Muqian likes to pinch her face most, it's fleshy and it feels good in the hand.

   But now he touched her face, only the soft layer of skin on the bones.

  I can't touch the meat anymore.

  ……

  Mianmian’s voice sounded as if it came from far, far away.

  She faintly said: "I hope it's true, if it's really dead...just fine."

Zhan Muqian had a bit of anger on his face. He pursed his lips and said coldly, "Stop talking about this stupid thing. Since I let you survive, it is impossible to let you die easily. Your hands... It’s for your life, understand?"

  Mianmian can vaguely hear the deep meaning of his words.

  But she didn't want to think about it.

  Reluctant to think deeply.

   is meaningless.

  No matter what reason Zhan Muqian broke her hand.

  If it is broken, it is broken.

   Even if it can be better in the future.

The    bones were also forcibly connected after they were broken.

  The crack is always there.

   is always a pair of hands that have been abandoned.

  …………

  Zhan Muqian took her to bed and called Aunt Qiao.

  Aunt Qiao stood in front of him respectfully.

  Mianmian's complexion is very pale, and there is no charm under her eyes.

  Zhan Mu Qian seemed to be leaving.

  So many major events have happened in Country A recently, and it is precisely when the situation is chaotic.

  He can take time out of his busy schedule to come here to see her.

   is not easy anymore.

  He said to Aunt Qiao, "I'm leaving now, take good care of her."

  Aunt Qiao can only nod her head and say yes.

  Zhan Muqian walked to her side before leaving and rubbed her hair with his big hands.

  The sound line finally seemed a little more peaceful.

   "Eat well, exercise more, don't always lie down, I hope that next time I see you, you can gain weight, I will check, eh?"

  Mianmian's eyes hung down, indifferent to his concerns.

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't seem to have to wait for her to answer.

  He touched her face, then turned around to leave.

  Mianmian suddenly raised her head and asked from behind him:

   "Where is Gong Qiao now, is he okay?"

  ……

  The atmosphere in the room suddenly became serious.

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was obviously heavier.

  Even Aunt Qiao could feel the atmosphere around her changed.

  The temperature in the room seems to have cooled down.

  He seemed to take a deep breath.

   Turned her head back to look at her, without any warmth and said, "Take care of yourself, don't care about other people's affairs, you can't."

  Mianmian looked a little anxious.

   She voiced a bit harder, "Just answer me, can’t you, how is Gong Qiao now, if I am taken advantage of, then Gong Qiao is the same, I can still live, Gong Qiao..."

  She choked and said in a low voice, "I just want an answer."

  Zhan Mu Qian pursed his lips, and answered her simply and roughly: "Gong Qiao is dead, you forget this person."

  "Your Excellency, you..."

  Aunt Qiao was very anxious, and seemed to want to dissuade him from continuing.

  Everyone knows that his wife and Gong Qiao are childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

  She is an extraordinarily affectionate person.

  It was sad enough, how could I use Gong Qiao's thing to stimulate her.

  Mianmian's face turned pale instantly.

  Waiting for Zhan Muqian to leave.

  She lowered her head.

  Talking to himself generally, muttering softly: "I want to go with Gong Qiao."