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

  Cotton cotton lips are a little bit blue.

   She trembled and said, "Why do you, Zhan Muqian, why do you decide the life and death of others, it is because you hold the great power, so you use power for personal gain, public revenge, you are not afraid of being pulled down sooner or later?!"

  Zhan Mu Qian was still calm, and the curvature of the corners of his lips even gradually became ironic.

   "So what, he has turned to ashes, but I am still fine. Besides you, who else cares about a dead person?"

  Mianmian listened to him calling Gong Qiao a dead person.

  The whole person is about to explode.

  She almost madly rushed to his body and started fighting with him.

  Zhan Muqian twisted her arm, for fear of touching her fragile wrist, he could only twist the part above her elbow.

  He moved her backhand on the sofa very quickly.

  There was no annoyance in her voice, "Save it, just your little energy, and you don’t know how long you can last for this little life. Do you still have to do it with me? Overwhelming."

Although Mianmian was suppressed by him, he couldn't move.

  But the crying sound became more and more sad.

  She can't accept it at all.

  My best friend has turned into a handful of ashes.

  She would rather die by herself...

  Gong Qiao completely lost her life.

  A pair of legs is not enough...

  He even gave her his life.

   all blame her...

  If it weren't for the existence of her evil spirits.

  Gong Qiao is now the same as a boy of his age, at a very free and easy age.

  He lacks nothing, he is the young master standing at the top of the pyramid.

  Why does he have to endure this...

  Why...

  …………

  Mianmian spent two full days before barely letting myself relax.

  Zhan Muqian was no longer in front of her.

  She took the initiative to dial his private number.

   asked him.

  Since Zhan Muqian broke her hand.

  This is the first time she actively contacted him.

  The phone was picked up after a few beeps.

  Cotton has a hoarse voice.

  Squeezed a short sentence from the throat.

   "Let me go out, I'm going to see him."

  Gong Qiao is her best friend.

   is one of the best people to her.

   is an indispensable part of her life.

he's gone.

   even burned to a handful of ashes.

  She also has to go to see him in the cemetery.

  She has to sweep his grave.

There is no temperature in Zhan Muqian's voice.

   very coldly and simply refused.

   "Not allowed."

  Mianmian seemed to have expected his reaction a long time ago, and now he is fighting stubbornly.

   "If you are not allowed, I will go with him. Anyway, my life is worthless. I should pay him for my life. I owe him, and I should pay it back."

  "……"

  The man at the end of the receiver held his breath.

   His face was terribly scary.

  The secretary who was sitting across from him reporting to him was stunned by his face suddenly cold when he answered the phone.

   Just listen to him coldly and authentically: "Do you have any other skills besides being forced by death?"

  Mianmian was more magnanimous than ever: "No. After all, I have nothing but this horrible life."

  Zhan Mu Qian probably became angry, and took a deep breath.

Sneered and said: "You can threaten me with your life, and I can threaten you with Jiang Xun's life. If you dare to move yourself, I will let Jiang Xun be buried with you. Don't you owe Gong Qiao? Let you even carry the death of your biological father on your body."

  【Fourth more】

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