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

   "People are really hungry, my belly is hungry, don't believe you touch it..."

  The little vixen used her fox claws to boldly and forcefully hold Zhan Muqian’s big hand, and pressed it on her stomach without any explanation.

  Zhan Mu Qian still had a cold face, he was even more cold-blooded and ruthless than Lord Yan. In Jiang Mianmian's words, he was simply Wang Ye's father!

  Fortunately, he finally seemed to compromise a bit, he was pulled by the cotton, and dragged him to the dining table to sit down.

  Mianmian wanted to please him, but also wanted to gain his understanding.

  But she didn't lick her face at the beginning and said that this is the meal I personally cooked for you.

  Here, I am the President’s big daughter, washing your hands and making soup for you, am I very touched?

  The above style is really not suitable for Jiang Mianmian's style of painting, Mianmian's heart refuses!

  So she thought it would be better to wait for him to finish eating.

  She took the initiative to serve Zhan Muqian with soup, waiting like a well-behaved, gentle, virtuous and virtuous young wife.

  Zhan Mu Qian drank the soup coldly. Although Mianmian hadn't confessed yet, he instinctively watched his swallowing with wide-eyed eyes.

  He only took a sip, frowned, put down the spoon, his face seemed darker.

  Mianmian was hit hard!

  Wipe!

  Is it so terrible!

  She tossed from dawn to dark!

   And she’s tasted it. It’s okay. The chef also said that although it’s not perfect, the quality of home cooking is OK. Isn’t Zhan Muqian's mouth so tricky? !

  The man finally agreed to look at her right now.

  It's just that the gloomy look made Mianmian's calves tremble.

  "Zhan, Uncle Zhan...what are you doing, calm down!!!"

  Zhan Mu Qian took a few quick breaths, and his brows tightened.

  A moment later, he commanded in a deep, clear voice: "Put out your hand."

"what?"

  Mianmian is a little confused, hands?

  Why do you have to reach out?

  Does he want to hit her palm? !

  Wipe!

  Only pupils who punish copying homework will beat their palms.

  Mian Mian is resistant in her heart, tyrant! hegemony!

  However, the body is very honest and unconvincing and weakly stretched out her little hand...

  Zhan Mu Qian's breathing was stagnant, and then he roared: "Two hands!"

  The little woman shook violently when he yelled.

   Immediately spread both hands in front of him obediently.

  The man squeezed her wrist, and his extremely strong eyesight examined the fine and dense scratches on her hands inch by inch.

  I counted at least a dozen of them. The transparent ointment was rubbed on the hand, but it was a little yellowish. No wonder he felt that the smell on her body was not right just now, it turned out to be the ointment smell!

  Mianmian's eyes are closed.

  Zhan Mu Qian hasn't hit the palm of her hand yet, but thinking about it, it feels terrifying.

  Especially when she closes her eyes, she can’t help but think about what tools he might use to hit her...

  It’s good to say if he is using his hands, if he picks up chopsticks and spoons easily, it must be very painful, OK?

Runaway Lolita finally couldn't help grinning and wailing, "You get angry, can you not hit my palm like you teach a pupil, you, if you really want to fight, wait until tomorrow, OK, today I will learn to cook with the chef Now, when I peeled the shell of the seafood while boiling the soup, my hand was a little scratched, and it was a little painful..."

   "hiss——"

  Mianmian let out a low cry, obviously feeling that her wrist was severely grasped by him, and she opened her eyes in fright.

  I saw the king of Hades with the long face of Zhan Shou as dark as the soul pierced on Bao Gong...