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

  Miaoyu is really sad.

   was also hit hard.

  After all, that is the sincere heart of the girl.

  Zhan Muqian is nothing more than a stalker.

  She thought that Yanqing would be as persistent as herself...

  However, she did not expect that she was the only one who was serious from beginning to end.

  Miaoyu choked and choked like sharp thorns, piercing Zhan Muqian's heart fiercely.

  He was silent for a long time.

  The complexion is also very bad.

   seems to burst out of depression at any time.

  But it took a long, long time.

  Only Miaoyu whimpered in the room.

  He never said anything.

  Till Miaoyu is probably tired of tossing.

  She wrinkled her small nose, turned over with a great motion, and then went back to sleep.

  …………

  Zhan Mu Qian's side soon heard the little girl's even and steady breathing.

  She soon fell asleep.

  Zhan Muqian's complexion, he reached out and rubbed the girl's hair.

  He looks sad.

  He is in a high position. He deals with big and small things every day. There are a lot of tricky things. There are also a lot of negative information that he needs to receive every day.

  But only this little thing in front of him can make him show such a sad look.

  He looked at her sad.

  It's not easy at all.

  She likes banquet so much, as if she had never liked others.

  She fell in love with a single-minded and more true appearance, exactly the same as when Mianmian loved him before.

  He didn't want to look at her uncomfortable at all.

   But on the issue of feelings.

  She is happy.

  He is the only one who is sad.

  He wants to watch the person he loves and another boy younger than him fall in love with each other.

  …………

  Zhan Mu Qian slowly leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose.

  This is probably his last time.

  I was so close to her while she was asleep for the last time.

  From now on, he can no longer let him do whatever he wants.

  He must restrain.

   Restrain all feelings, impulses, Gu Qiannian.

  All about cotton...

   will be permanently sealed in my heart by him.

  He touched the girl’s warm face.

   muttered to himself in a very low and heavy voice:

   "Uncle is too selfish. Uncle made you so unhappy."

   "Miaomiao, I just hope you will be happy."

  …………

  Miaoyu drank too much last night.

  And when I returned to the Presidential Palace, it was early morning.

  She occupied Zhan Muqian’s big bed and slept soundly. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up.

  She stretched and turned over to find that she had actually slept in the second uncle’s master bedroom for a whole night.

  And this big bed...so comfortable and soft.

  Miaoyu frowned, puzzled.

  Zhan Mu Qian was a soldier, and he was a big single man anyway.

  What does he do in such a soft bed?

   is too comfortable, not in line with the taste of men at all.

  She got up and ran back to her room.

   found that his small bag was neatly resting on the sofa.

  Although she just woke up from a hangover, she remembered exactly what happened last night.

  She quarreled with Zhan Muqian last night.

  I will never come back again after making a fuss.

   Then he was carried upstairs by the autocratic tyrant.

  Miaoyu habitually took out her mobile phone and prepared to charge it, only to find that Yanqing had called her several times.

  She was surprised and resentful at first.

  I don’t know how I should react now.