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

  Mianmian looked at him calmly, and suddenly sneered: "Can I want any compensation?"

  Zhan Mu Qian nodded slightly.

  She smiled, "I want my father to be free, leave the prison hospital, and let me accompany him to another country, a quiet nursing home."

  Zhan Muqian frowned soon, and refused almost without thinking: "This is not good. He is an international felon. Even if he is a vegetable, he cannot be released on parole."

  She seemed to have expected that Zhan Muqian would answer this way, so she shook her head, "Forget it, except for this, I don't have much to want."

  Zhan Mu Qian was silent for half a minute.

  He walked to the side and took out the divorce agreement he had prepared earlier, and personally changed the alimony of 50 million to 100 million with a pen.

  After signing, put both paper and pen in front of her.

  Mianmian picked up the agreement and looked at the capitalized numbers that he had revised seriously.

Laughed.

  Zhan Muqian looked at her naked, but she seemed completely unaware, and she did not feel ashamed, and felt very uncomfortable.

  He picked up the thin blanket and gently wrapped it around her.

  Mianmian moved her elbow and flicked the blanket away.

   Her eyes were shining, looking at Zhan Muqian, like a smart little fox, she could see through Zhan Muqian's mind at a glance.

She smiled and said: "I don't want to see me being ravaged by two men one after another-after the ravage, isn't it? No need, cover it, you are like a mirror in your heart. If you see it, you will never live forever. Forget, so what's the use of covering it up?"

  Zhan Mu Qian's long fingers trembled lightly.

   Unexpectedly, her eyes fell on the soft bite marks on her chest.

  He never bit her on purpose.

  Not to bite such a serious wound.

  Obviously, it was Bae Jun left.

  He frowned fiercely, his heart pierced by thousands of needles.

  Mianmian picked up the pen and signed the word.

  Zhan Mu Qian was surprised to find that she had signed her left hand just now.

The words written by    are crooked and crooked, like a pupil who has just learned to write.

  He knew he didn’t need to ask.

   asked too many questions, but it only increased her disgust.

   makes her feel hypocritical.

  But he still couldn't help it.

   asked in a low voice: "Why did you sign with your left hand and what happened to your right hand?"

Mianmian glanced at her right hand subconsciously, rolled her eyes indifferently, "Oh, after the plaster was removed, the doctor said I could try to write, or do something with little wrist force. I found my right hand while writing. I can’t use my strength, I can’t hold the pen, but my left hand is better, and my strength is greater. Is it important?"

  There is full of irony in her eyes and tone.

  Zhan Muqian asked anxiously, “Why didn’t you tell me if you have this situation?! The doctor promised me that you can heal with both hands. You are not left-handed. You have been using your right hand since you were young, so don’t you care?!”

  He was forced by Mianmian's indifferent and disdainful tone for a while, so he could not help but raise his voice.

But Mianmian changed his face, and suddenly yelled at him with a straight face: "Hell, you are paralyzed, my old lady's hand is numb to you! The doctor promises? Is the doctor a fairy? That's already the case, even if you kill the doctor. It won’t be okay. And my hand is broken, can you blame the doctor? Promise? Do you take the doctor’s promise to you seriously? What about your own promise, you forgot that you once said that you would take care of me for a lifetime I?!"

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