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

  After the rescue, Mianmian’s physical signs were normal, but she fell into deep sleep.

  According to the doctor's words.

  She is too tired.

  Too tired.

  Too tired to think, physically unable to support the operation of my brain.

  So I can only sleep over.

  This is a natural supplement for bodily functions.

  When she hasn't woken up yet.

   Muttered Gong Qiao in his mouth.

  This scene is really familiar to Zhan Muqian.

   just not long ago.

  He just stood in front of the bed.

   looked desperately at her reciting another man’s name in her dream.

  …………

  When Mianmian finally woke up.

  The room is empty.

  Only Zhan Muqian was sitting on the sofa not far away, with a computer in front of him, obviously in the office.

  She could not help but cry when she half-straightened.

  "Zhan Muqian, how did Gong Qiao die? He was only twenty years old. Tell me, you tell me, how did he die? I can't accept it, I can never accept it..."

  Zhan Muqian stared at the laptop screen.

  It seemed that there was not even the slightest wave of emotions.

  Mianmian is so eager for his answer.

  He didn't even lift his eyelids.

He said blankly, "You have asked this question a long time ago, and I have answered it a long time ago. If you die, you are dead long ago. If you cremated to a handful of ashes and buried it in the ground, even if you were dead, I may not be able to see him anymore."

  Mianmian was shaking all over.

  She was in a coma for so long.

  Slumped for so long.

  The mood is not calmed down at all.

  She is grumpy.

   even crazy.

  She still has a needle inserted in the back of her hand, dripping infusion.

  She suddenly pulled out the needle with her hand, and completely ignored the large blood beads that appeared on the back of her hand.

  ……

  She ran to Zhan Muqian like she was crazy.

  For a while, it seemed that he had forgotten that his hands were still hurting.

  She held Zhan Muqian's shirt collar with both hands.

   exclaimed excitedly, "I was asking you how he died. I want to know how he died at a young age?"

  Zhan Muqian was treated so rudely by her.

  The complexion is obviously very bad.

  But he still has to restrain himself.

  His big hand wrapped her two small hands.

   Pull her hand off firmly.

   With her thumb, she pressed the drop of blood emerging from Juanjuan on the back of her hand.

   "Calm down, Jiang Mianmian, don't forget, your hands are half-crippled. If you mess up again, I'm afraid it will be completely useless."

  Mianmian can't calm down at all.

  She is now mentally manic and can draw a knife at any time and stab him severely.

   Let him pay for his life.

  But she also knew it well.

  At this time, even if there is a knife in front of her.

  She was also not really capable of killing Zhan Muqian.

  She is so useless.

  Really useless...

  But what should Gong Qiao do...

  He just left this time unclearly.

  Mianmian screams almost from deep in the chest cavity.

  She wailed like a child.

   screamed while crying, "You tell me clearly, what exactly did you do to Gong Qiao?"

  ……

  Neither the breakdown nor the sadness on the girl’s face can be disguised.

  She is real.

   Very sad.

  But the more pain she got, the more cruel Zhan Muqian became.

  He twitched the corners of his lips and snorted softly.

   did not rush and said, "He was executed by my order. He had been tortured many times when he died, and there was no good meat on his body. It is better to live and die."

  【Third more. 】

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