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

  She was shocked and repelled in her heart.

  "Do you want to stay here for dinner? Jing Shengxiao will not come tonight?"

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes, the curvature of the corners of his lips was an inexplicable irony.

  " Does she come, does it have anything to do with you?"

There is a bit of embarrassment on Mianmian's face that is hard to conceal.

  She opened her mouth and closed it again.

Then he hesitated for a while, and finally whispered, "It has nothing to do with me, but if she comes, she will be very upset to learn that you are here with me. I heard that she is the daughter of Commander Jing in his later years. It's not low. I don't want to provoke her. I have already lost a child. I don't want to harm my own child because of the jealousy and resentment between women..."

  The man's face was bitter, and then he raised his eyebrows, "You're worrying too much, Jing Shengxiao doesn't have such guts."

  "..." Mianmian didn't want to argue with him, and knew that he could not win.

  But her worries were too deep, and she couldn't calm down for a while.

Zhan Muqian pinched her chin and said word by word: "The meat in your stomach is the only thing that can determine whether it is alive or dead. Only me. You put your mind on how to guard against Jing Shengxiao. It's better to take care of it. Think about how to please me. If I allow you to give birth, you can give birth. If I get annoyed, a bowl of medicine can make you drain."

  Mianmian knew in his heart that he was just angry at the moment.

  At least until the DNA results come out, Zhan Muqian will not move her thoughts of miscarriage for the time being.

   But the words came out of his mouth, enough to scare her...

  She faintly clenched her fists, her heart was full of chills, shivering.

  Zhan Mu Qian's voice was very cold. Although he seemed to be comforting her, every word seemed to be smashed out of the ice cellar.

"Jing Shengxiao is from a good background, and you are not from a low background, so what, but it's all about my face. I spoil her and she will naturally rise up. If she moves her mind that shouldn't be moved, I won't forgive her. She, you can rest assured that she is not the kind of woman who is not clear-headed, and she dare not move your fetus."

  Mianmian looked at his temperatureless face, not knowing what to say.

   swallowed all the words and said no more.

  …………

When Zhan Muqian pulled her downstairs for dinner, Aunt Qiao was taken aback.

  Aunt Qiao stared at his face and said tremblingly, "Your Excellency, you... why are you here?"

  Zhan Mu Qian ignored it.

  Aunt Qiao couldn't stop her heart.

  But looking at Mianmian's face is still normal, but it's a little white, and his eyes are a little red, but the rest is okay, presumably there shouldn't be any major incidents.

  ……

  At the table, the atmosphere is cold.

  Zhan Muqian's own aura can affect the atmosphere on a large scale.

  So that the large restaurant is quiet, and the servants who are serving stand aside and dare not say anything.

  Mianmian’s appetite has always been good and bad since she was pregnant, not every meal has an appetite.

   Now forced to be placed next to a pressure hill like him, she has no appetite at all.

  This meal tastes like chewing wax.

  Zhan Muqian saw that she didn't eat much, and even took the initiative to give her two spare ribs.

  Mianmian doesn't want to eat meat, so she avoids touching it.

  Zhan Muqian stared at her frustrated little face for a long time.

  There was a fire in my heart, and I don’t know when it came out.

  He sternly put down his chopsticks suddenly.

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