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

  The man squinted his eyes, still the color of scrutiny in his eyes.

  The force with which he grasped her chin with his fingers did not relax at all.

  The bright and bright colors on Jiang Xi's lips gradually faded.

For a while, she whispered: "You pinched me."

  Zhan Mu Qian hesitated for a few seconds before letting go. His tone was still calm, but there was a vague violent atmosphere between the lines.

   "Mianmian, I hope you think about it clearly, where did this ear stud fall."

  She frowned, thinking hard for a long time, as if she did not want to argue with him for a long time.

   Finally, she shook her head slowly, "I really don’t remember, is this important?"

  Jiang Xi understands the importance of this little earring.

  This shows whether the President's wife is loyal to your Excellency.

   even more clearly shows whether the statement she just made up about Su Tian's friendship with her is credible.

  This is too important.

  But her identity in front of Zhan Muqian at the moment is not Jiang Xi, but Mianmian.

   is his only beloved wife, Mianmian has the right to pretend to be stupid, and also has the right to demand his tolerance.

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  Zhan Muqian stroked her earlobe, not too heavy, but serious enough, without any smile on her face.

"Earrings are women’s personal jewelry. You met a man you shouldn’t have seen when you went out. When you came back, you didn’t even notice that one earring was missing. As a husband, I can’t help but think of what you did when you went out. What."

  The little woman's face changed suddenly, and she made a very unexpected look, her chest rising and falling with anger.

   "After working together for a long time, you still doubt me, do you suspect that I have an affair with Bae Jun?"

  Zhan Muqian's thin lips slightly pursed: "I am only curious about the scene in which your earrings were torn and lost."

  He spoke tactfully, and for a bad-tempered man like him, he should have given her a bit of shame.

  If you are a well-behaved woman, you should know how to subdue your wits, think of a good rhetoric to explain, and say a few words to soften and avoid this perhaps coming disaster.

   Ke Mianmian is a favorite girl, and Zhan Muqian never taught her how to be a wife.

  At this time, her only instinct is anger, and she should get angry.

  So Jiang Xi slapped the man's big hand with a palm, and stepped back hurriedly, keeping a distance of one meter from him.

Her lips trembled softly: "Enough! I can see it through! You don't have any trust in me, on the surface it sounds so good, you miss me day and night, and look forward to my return. In fact, you have enjoyed the pure innocence of Miaoyu. I have also enjoyed the happiness of her absolute dependence on you and no hatred. I will always be doubtful to you, because I hate you, so I can't control it, am I?"

  Zhan Mu Qian's footsteps approached with her.

  She took a few steps back quickly.

He yelled: "Didn't you suspect that I did something shameful with Jun Pei? You can ask the driver to take you to Jun Pei's mansion now, and ask him to ask him face to face! As for the earrings... People look for it! Go and search through all the places I passed through today! Let the high chief look for it!"

  Zhan Mu Qian had some hesitation in his eyes.

  This hesitation failed to escape Jiang Xi's clever eyes.

  She took advantage of the situation and ran out of the hall, and shouted at the high chief who was waiting outside in the car outside because she hadn't been summoned: "High chief, come here!"

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