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

   Jiang Xi's face instantly burned red.

   and it is getting redder, there is a feeling of burning.

  She stomped her feet with some annoyance, and whispered, "Old and dishonest!"

  The smile on the corner of the man’s lips grew deeper, his hand still on her shoulder.

  The thin lips are just next to her ears.

  Speak slowly, seeming to have added a few more sentences.

  Jiang Xi was burnt up by his hot breathing.

  Although it is late at night, this lantern market is very lively. Most people go shopping, and few people will look at them.

   But after all, he is a big crowd. He is also a president at any rate. How can he be unobstructed in such a place.

  He still wants to bite her ear.

   was pushed away by her and dodged wisely.

  Her cheeks were flushing, biting her lip and looking at him, her small eyes showed a bit of suffering and grievance.

   She weakly pleaded: "Can you not wear it? Just listening, I feel, okay, okay..."

  So ashamed, so ashamed.

  She had never seen the clothes described by Zhan Muqian.

   But it can be completely brain-filled.

  The brain fills up with a sense of picture.

  Tsk tusk...

  I really don’t understand what the old man’s brain circuits are like.

  Walking on the street can also think of that kind of thing.

   And I prepared something so emmm early in the morning.

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian smiled innocently, "What's so good? I don't understand."

   Jiang Xi bit her lower lip and whispered vaguely: "It's shameful, Uncle Zhan, you don't want to play with such a heavy taste."

   "Heavy taste?" He chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, let's not play any heavy taste, I just think the clothes are so beautiful, they suit you perfectly..."

  She bit her lip and stopped speaking.

  Anyway, she was on a business trip herself, and she ignored the annual birthday of Your Excellency the President in this way.

  Pay a price...and it should be.

  Zhan Muqian always regarded her as Mianmian, and he couldn't help thinking about it a little bit.

  Even because of her shy response, even the suspicion she had a few days ago was a little weaker.

  She really looks like cotton.

  No, she is obviously cotton.

  Miaoyu has done it with him, so he is very courageous, sometimes even more active and enthusiastic than him. Miaoyu will definitely be interested in trying all kinds of things that he has never tried.

  Mianmian doesn’t like sex-interesting things very much.

  So she is Mianmian.

  Zhan Muqian tightened her waist and asked in a low voice, "Isn't your hand sore? Would you like me to help you hold the lantern?"

  Jiang Xi shook his head, “I’m not sour in my hands, I’m just a little hungry. What are these small vendors selling? Why does it smell so good? I want to eat...”

  Zhan Mu Qian frowned instinctively.

  This Mid-Autumn Festival lantern is managed by a commissioner. Things like small stalls and hawkers were wiped out in Jincheng early in the morning. If you want to come, these should be vendors with qualified licenses.

  But in this street, smoky, Zhan Muqian really can't accept her eating such harmful food...

  But the girl's begging eyes seemed to make him unable to say rejection.

  He reluctantly compromised: "What do you want to eat, I will buy it for you?"

  Jiang Xi’s white little finger pointed at the vendor behind him. It looked like they were selling skewers. They were very fragrant, but she hadn’t eaten them before, so she didn’t know what it looked like.

  Zhan Muqian bit her scalp and turned around and left, but the girl dragged his arm a little nervously, "Don't...what if someone recognizes it, I'll buy it myself."

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