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

  Zhan Muqian's face changed significantly when he saw the photo frame.

  At this time, I heard Miaoyu question again, his face could be said to be extremely solemn.

  Miaoyu didn't mean to converge at all.

   even reached out anxiously and tugged at his sleeve.

  "Talk to you, second uncle, who is she? Why does she look so like me?!"

  Zhan Muqian picked up the torn apart photo frame, walked to the side to explain the photo frame, and put it away.

  Miaoyu asked, he sternly stopped: "You ask so much what to do, adults, children, don’t care, know too much and will be killed sooner or later, understand?"

  The more he avoids mentioning it, the more Miaoyu thinks this is a ghost.

  And...this is indeed a ghost.

  The ghost is right in front of her.

  A woman who looks so similar to her...it’s certainly not a coincidence.

  The woman must have some kind of inevitable relationship with her.

She was not afraid of death and continued to ask: "You are my second uncle, why can't I ask, and that person looks almost the same as me, very weird, I look terrifying, Zhan Muqian! You are today! I have to tell me exactly what is going on?"

  Miaoyu has never been so serious.

   has never been so true...

  But she is more real now!

  She must figure out who the woman who took the wedding photo with her second uncle is!

  …………

  Miaoyu struggles desperately, but Zhan Muqian never mentions it.

  The tighter his tone, the more Miaoyu wants to find out.

  She stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm, making up her mind to struggle to the end.

  Zhan Muqian and her shoved, only to find that her left hand finger had been cut, and blood was still faintly bleeding.

  His face suddenly turned blue, and he whispered: "Jiang Miaoyu, do you know if your hand is injured? What do you think in your mind all the time, don't care if you are injured?"

  Miaoyu was yelled by him, and looked at him with a blank face.

  Zhan Muqian pulled her onto the sofa and sat down.

   walked to get the medicine box, and then used iodophor to help her clean up the wound and apply the medicine.

  Although she injured her hand this time, it was just a skin injury that was cut by debris.

  But Zhan Muqian was frightened as long as he saw her hands.

  Her hand was hurt so badly.

  If any accident happens again, the hand injury is very likely to develop into an irreversible serious illness.

  Then her hands are useless.

  This is a situation that Zhan Muqian cannot accept at all.

After he finished taking the medicine, he scolded her with a stern face, "Jiang Miaoyu, I have warned you many times. Be careful with your hands. Your hands have been seriously injured before. If you accidentally relapse, your hands will be useless. , Do you understand what is meant to be abolished?"

  Miaoyu rolled her eyes indifferently, "Cut, isn't it just scratching the skin? Where is it so easy to waste?"

  Zhan Mu Qian was so angry that he raised his slap and slapped her.

   Frightened Miaoyu quickly shrank her shoulders.

   "Believe it or not?"

  Miaoyu was also a little angry, and she was still confused.

"Puffing, if you have the ability, you will beat me! Anyway, now I have discovered your secret, that woman...should be your former lover, wife or fiancee? She looks so much like me, she won't be my mother. Or my sister?"

  Zhan Muqian was so excited by her success that she was so angry that she curled her finger and poked her forehead.

   "You watched too many Korean dramas, right?!"

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