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

  Mianmian curled up in the soft quilt, but the quilt could not stop his voice.

  She heard clearly.

  Although she didn't speak, she was a little touched in her heart.

  Nineteen years old.

  It turned out that she was only nineteen years old.

  When I first met Zhan Muqian, she was about three months away from her 18th birthday.

  In other words.

  So far, only one year and three months have passed.

  But she was in a daze, but she felt that many years had passed.

  She is only nineteen years old...

   felt that it was even more vicissitudes of life than 25 years old.

  She shrank into the quilt without saying a word.

  Hope that Zhan Muqian received a cold reception here, but could not bear it and left here earlier.

   Her only wish now is to hope that he can stay away from herself.

   A little further away.

  Better never have to see him again.

   But Zhan Muqian seemed to be against her on purpose.

  There is no plan to let her get her wish.

  He stretched out his hand and opened the quilt carefully.

   let her little head come out.

  After that, he leaned over and kissed the girl's smooth forehead lightly.

  The voice line is very gentle and authentic, "Mianmian, come out, let me take a good look at you."

  Mianmian couldn't match his strength at all.

  In fact, I don’t want to fight with him.

  Her hand is still hurt.

  She didn’t want to break her hand too hard.

  She has suffered piercing pain.

  I really don’t want to suffer the pain of a broken bone again.

  She gave up struggling.

   Let Zhan Muqian hold her in his arms.

  He kissed her forehead affectionately.

  Somehow in her heart, she suddenly remembered her child who turned into a pool of blood.

  She feels very sick.

  But it's not easy to vomit out in front of him.

  She was expressionless, pretending to be indifferent.

  Zhan Mu Qian hugged her, his arms gradually tightened.

   "Why avoid me, haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much, let me take a good look at you, okay?"

  Mianmian wrinkled his brows, and finally had a clear response.

   doesn’t look like a deaf patient anymore.

  Suddenly she raised her arms and put her hands, which were still in a cast, directly under his eyes.

  Zhan Mu Qian was probably puzzled by her behavior for a while, and looked at her in astonishment.

Mianmian finally agreed to open the golden mouth, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Look at me, you should want to look at my hand. Look, if you don’t see clearly enough, you need to ask a nurse to take apart the bandage and make your eyes wide open. Can you see it clearly?!"

  She has a fierce tone, even hostile.

   But Zhan Muqian was not angry at all.

  After a moment of silence, he smiled instead, carefully wrapped her two small fists with both hands, and kissed the back of her hand under his lips.

   "Little boy, now I like you to talk to me with a gun and a stick. At least, it's very angry, much better than not saying a word."

  Cotton curled his eyebrows, his complexion became even worse.

  She naturally wanted to get angry with him, making him feel dull and unhappy in her heart.

  But he didn't seem to care.

  He was happy.

  She was unhappy in her heart.

  She don't want to look at him.

   His eyes were full of disgust.

  Zhan Muqian repeated the topic just now, and asked in a gentle voice, "Mianmian, you are about to celebrate your nineteenth birthday, do you have any gifts you want?"

  Mianmian turned her gaze and glanced at him coldly.

   immediately chuckled, "What gift do I want? I want to die, do I want to die?"