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

  "Your Excellency, Miss Miaoyu is unwell, I would like to invite you to come and take a look..."

  This was naturally heard by Yan Sheng sitting on the sofa.

  Zhan Mu Qian's complexion was slightly stagnant, probably because it was temporarily difficult to judge whether Miaoyu was looking for something on purpose or was really unwell.

  Although half of the doubts were in his mind, he still got up without any hesitation.

   asked as she walked out, "Where is she uncomfortable?"

  The servant replied cautiously: "Miss said it was a stomachache..."

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't care whether she was pretending to be true or not, but the pace under her feet unconsciously accelerated a lot.

  …………

  Miaoyu was sickly lying on the bed, her little hand covering her belly.

  Zhan Muqian brightened the light of the bedside lamp, and looked at her vaguely, but her face was really white.

  He felt tight, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked in a low voice: "Is my stomach uncomfortable?"

  Miaoyu is a small person, and he looks delicate with a slight frown.

  She bit her lower lip and said weakly, "Well, it hurts..."

  Zhan Mu Qian frowned, "Is it dysmenorrhea? Would you like some brown sugar water?"

  He felt wrong as soon as he finished asking. Miaoyu seemed to have just come to her period a week ago.

  Miaoyu said in a low voice, "No, probably because I have eaten too much, my stomach is upset..."

  Zhan Muqian stretched out his hand and pulled her arm, "Isn’t it more uncomfortable to lie down?"

Miaoyu broke free, turned over and pulled the quilt and muttered: "No, I'm sleepy, I don't want to move, and it's all because of you, I'm already full. You want me to eat so many shrimps... …"

  Zhan Mu Qian was speechless: "Is it my fault to co-author?"

  Miaoyu pursed her mouth silently.

  Can't help but spit in my heart.

  Mom selling the batches, isn’t it all his credit?

  If it wasn't for him to bring his girlfriend over, that Yan Sheng or something...she didn't like it at first glance.

  How can it be digestible to have dinner with someone you don’t like?

  So she made it like this, in the final analysis, she blamed him!

   Blame him, blame him!

   Blame him!

  Miaoyu sneered, but stopped talking.

  Zhan Muqian could only touch her head silently and comfort.

  Then the big hand gradually slipped, tentatively covering her small stomach.

   Wen said: "Second uncle help you rub it."

  Miaoyu buzzed in his head.

  I don’t know what came to mind...

  The tip of the nose is a bit sour.

  Miaoyu suddenly reached out his small hand and squeezed his hand into the palm of his big hand.

   murmured in her little mouth: "Second Uncle...I know that Second Uncle is the best to me."

  Zhan Mu Qian was stunned for a while, but he still didn't understand what the girl suddenly felt.

  How can you say such nasty words.

Miaoyu was on the railroad in the next line of car fever: "I have an upset stomach, but I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep. If there is nothing important, my second uncle will stay with me tonight, okay, wait until I fall asleep. Go... OK?"

  She made it clear that she could play endlessly with a little bug.

  Zhan Muqian also understood that she was acting like a baby.

  But even if the operation is so blunt, acting like a baby...

   can also eat the President to death.

  Zhan Mu Qian's low and magnetic voice "hmm".

   "Close your eyes and sleep, goodbye."

  His warm palm rested on her stomach and rubbed it gently.

  Miaoyu closed her eyes contentedly.

  Can't help but replenish the mood of Miss Yan Sheng at this moment...

  Should be worse than a hundred wild dogs in the day 2333