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

  Miaoyu was in a good mood after he drew his sword casually after seeing the uneven road.

  Although... it's just to ease the loss.

  Although she couldn't talk about love.

  Nothing else can be done.

  At least she is a person with a sense of justice.

  At least she can save people.

  Miaoyu found her few friends who had just transitioned, and continued to fool around together.

  Playing around three or four in the middle of the night, she collapsed on the sofa weakly.

  I feel I really have enough.

  When her friend saw her lazily lying there, he couldn't bear to come forward to pull her.

  She shrank there feebly and didn't want to move.

   "Miss, why are you so weak today? You just drank a lot and stopped playing. Come and sing, come and sing love song duet."

  Miaoyu pushed the other party and cried and said: "No more, I'm so tired, I want to go home."

  Her friends naturally also watched the massive scandal the previous two days.

  After all, all major weekly magazines in Jincheng have headlines on the front page.

  People who are familiar with her only need a glance to know that she spent a lot of money to buy a sports car for Yanqing and confessed.

  This was originally a stimulating good thing for those onlookers.

  After all, everyone thought that Jiang Miaoyu would be with Yanqing in a logical way.

  Desperately pursued by a wealthy girl...

  This is a rare thing in a thousand years. Who doesn’t want to have a beautiful girl who is super rich and spoils herself with all kinds of money?

  Many brothers who secretly liked Miaoyu were very depressed after seeing the scandal.

   But seeing Miaoyu in this state.

  Anyone with a brain can see that she and Yan Qing did not make it.

  Although we don’t know exactly why it didn’t happen...

   But Miaoyu has lost his love.

  And it seems that this eldest lady must be the first time she has lost love.

   wrote all his bad emotions on his face.

  …………

The good guys stepped forward and put their arms around her shoulders, and said in a coaxing and deceiving tone: "It's okay, isn't it just a broken love, I will introduce you to someone more handsome the next day, more than 800 times more handsome than Yan Qingshuai, that surname Yan Yan What's so good about your boy? You don't deserve Miaoyu at all. Come on and continue drinking..."

  Miaoyu is half drunk and half awake.

  In fact, her brain is sober.

   But I want to stay drunk.

She pursed her mouth and mumbled vaguely: "Why can anyone be more handsome than Yanqing? Yanqing looks the best. I have never seen anyone better than Yanqing, I just like him. Ah, hey..."

  The friends still want to persuade her.

  She pushed them away and staggered out.

   "I have a headache. I will go home and go to bed first. You can leave soon. You can drink any time. It is true to be careful of sudden death. There is only one life."

  Miaoyu walked outside for two laps before finally finding his sports car.

  When she drinks too much, she feels that she drives more slippery.

  We drove to the gate of the Presidential Palace within a few minutes.

  The gate at the door was closed, and several guards stood.

  The guards had seen her driving, and no one opened the door for her for a while.

  She patted the steering wheel grumpily, banging the horn beeping.

   was so scared that the guard quickly opened the door for her.

   and said weakly: "Miss, it's late at night. It's almost dawn. Don't honk your horn. If you wake up later, we can't afford it."

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