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

   Almost without thinking, she boldly said: "Ah! Today is your birthday, Uncle Zhan, today is your birthday..."

   Soon, the changes in Zhan Muqian's face and eyes made her confirm that her guess was correct.

  In fact, at the moment when she was reminded, she quickly remembered that Zhan Muqian was born in September.

  Except for the Mid-Autumn Festival, today is not a special anniversary.

  Not even Mianmian’s birthday.

  So the only possibility is his birthday.

   Jiang Xi still feels a little guilty in his heart.

  She knew that Mian Mian was once infatuated with this man.

  Mianmian has a low probability of forgetting his birthday.

  But she has indeed made a mistake, she can only let it go and smooth his frustration.

  Jiang Xi smiled at him somewhat suddenly. She knew that even if Zhan Muqian was unhappy, he would not be angry with her for such a trivial matter.

  So she lowered her eyebrows and looked at him pleasingly, and apologized, knowingly: "Sorry, I forgot."

  She didn't explain too much, but her voice seemed sweet and soft.

  The end of the voice line is sweet and greasy.

   Soft and waxy as if it can confuse a man's heart into a ball.

  Just how lost he is, and there is no way to be angry with her.

  What's more, the current situation of life now makes him extremely satisfied.

  This kind of trivial matter, he does not feel angry.

  Mianmian is still by his side to accompany him, and has no plan to leave.

  This is enough.

  Any other issues are not worth worrying about.

  Zhan Mu Qian smiled softly and whispered: "It doesn't matter, don't be sorry, you are not in good health, you always need to recuperate, it is rare that you are in a good mood these few days, and it is normal to play without remembering anything."

  Of course he has to comfort himself.

  How can a young girl have a good memory?

  She should not forget his husband, it’s no big deal to forget the birthday.

  Anyway, he doesn’t have only one birthday, he can have a birthday every year.

   Jiang Xi was still a little guilty, and smiled softly and tenderly.

  The surrounding environment is very lively. In addition to viewing the lanterns, there are also various traditional snacks sold on both sides.

  It's noisy, noisy, and very city, but it's also very warm.

  There are so many people around, but because it is too busy, it seems that there are not too many passers-by to pay attention to them.

  Jiang Xi suddenly stood on his toes, and his arms wrapped around his neck with some difficulty.

   "Mu Qian..."

  Zhan Mu Qian's heart shook slightly, and he half leaned down.

  Mianmian rarely called him that before.

  When she is happy, she calls him uncle, and when she is upset, she even dictates her first name and last name.

   But since she called him by name occasionally.

  It is like a gentle wife calling her husband.

  Every time he heard it, he felt very soft-hearted.

  He leaned down to match Mianmian's height.

  Otherwise, she will be out to play today, wearing flat shoes, it will be very difficult to hold his neck.

  But Mianmian took the opportunity to raise his chin, and his soft lips blocked him.

   Taking advantage of no one's attention, and not ashamed, he kissed deeply.

  The crowd is huge.

   Lively and hustle.

  Under the public.

  As the president of a country, he was kissed in the street by a petite girl.

  It's really vulgar.

  But very exciting.

  The man's big hand slowly pressed her back to deepen the kiss calmly.

  【Four more. There will be more changes later, isn’t it wasteful~~]

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