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

  Looking at Jiang Mianmian's babble, Jiang Li almost sneered.

  Can't play cards?

  Who doesn’t know that Jiang Mianmian smokes, drinks, and gambling all day long. She and her hairy children can fight for days and nights at the poker table, but they are embarrassed to lick their faces and pretend that they can’t fight in front of Zhan Muqian? !

  Now she gradually feels that she can guess how Jiang Mianmian won the favor of the war chief.

Isn't    just a way of pretending to be an obedient card while seduce people.

In fact, men like girls who are clean, sensible, well-behaved and gentle. Although Jiang Mianmian is ambitious, she is indeed well-behaved. Her previous style of dressing and dressing was originally intended to conceal her too soft appearance, but now... She has already been in order to seduce men. I don't wear that much anymore.

  And...Men like to look good, but they are exaggerated in bed, let go and live well...

Jiang Mianmian has been fooling around with different boys since he was a child, and he must have been trained in bed kung fu. Zhan Muqian used to be in the army all the year round and lived a life of asceticism in the army. For a while, he met Jiang Mianmian, a little fairy who would serve. Unable to stand is also by nature.

   Jiang Li wanted to pierce her face to face.

   But because of Cheng Jiaming's guilty conscience, at this moment, he can only force himself to converge.

  ……

  Master Chief gave her a cold look, a little disgusted.

  You talked back to him just now, but now in front of her sister...you have to beg him to cooperate with her to slap her face, right?

  Zhan Mu Qian was reluctant to cooperate with her in his heart, but he seemed to be possessed by a demon and couldn't help but feel softened.

   Reached out and took out the wallet from the pocket on the side of the clothes, took a thick stack of thousand yuan bills, and placed it on the cotton table.

   "No matter how stupid, these are enough for you to lose, right?"

  Mianmian squinted her eyes silly, and said: "Uncle Chief, you spend so much money like the earth, you don’t know that I thought I was your little vixen..."

  Zhan Mu Qian narrowed his eyes and sneered.

  Isn’t it the little vixen he kept, just that she hasn’t warmed her bed yet.

  ……

   Such a red show of love and abuse of dogs, Jiang Li's face is stiff.

   After a lap, Zhan Qiyou's situation was normal, and Jiang Li kept losing.

  She obviously forced herself to be calm, but watching Jiang Mianmian sitting beside Zhan Muqian, she flirted with him from time to time to tease him, and from time to time she stretched out her nasty paw to grab the man...

  Zhan Mu Qian was cold and calm and did not respond, but he was obviously indulging and was helpless to her.

   Jiang Li has never seen such a good man...

  It happened that this man was the uncle of the chief whom she had secretly crushed since adolescence.

  Why is **** cotton...

  Jiang Mianmian is useless. Why does she get such a good husband?

  And spoil her so much...

What could have deceived oneself and others thought maybe it was just appearance, but at this moment, I saw with my own eyes, Zhan Muqianjun's face was calm and calm, and the eyes looking at Jiang Mianmian...but they were full, undisguised favors. Drown.

  Why is Jiang Mianmian always so lucky!

  Just like dad...

  Dad seems to treat everyone equally, but Jiang Li has known since he was a child.

  Dad loves Jiang Mianmian.

  Even if Jiang Mianmian did something wrong, he would arrange for someone to deal with the aftermath and would not say anything to her.

  And what about her?

  Dad treats her, but he has expectations.

   asked her to be dignified and decent, with excellent results in all aspects.

  So she has been working so hard, striving for the first place in all exams, and she must be the most beautiful in the circle of celebrities.

  In this way, Dad will be satisfied with her. If she makes any mistakes, Dad will be disappointed in her.

  And **** cotton...

  Jiang Mianmian is my father’s heart.

  She ate a little less for dinner. Dad would keep it in his heart, and silently ordered the servant to send the young lady upstairs later.