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

  The little woman with a ponytail was handcuffed in the corner of the detention room, her slapped round face looked younger and younger, her nose was a little scratched, and her black leather coat was stained with blood.

When   Zhan Muqian appeared outside the door, Jiang Mianmian seemed to look up in a daze, even though he grinned sweetly at him:

  "Uncle Zhan, good evening~~"

  The man walked up to her in a few steps with long legs, condescendingly looking at the poor little thing.

  With long fingers, he dialed her messy bangs, with a stern tone, "Why fight?"

  She smiled and said, "Um...I'm in a bad mood!"

  The police officer did not follow up. Jiang Mianmian was not nervous when facing this handsome uncle who had broken him.

  Zhan Mu Qian's thin lips pressed tightly, and he said coldly, "Why do you say that I am your guardian?"

The injured little wild cat was probably tired, so she looked a little softer than during the day. She spit out her small tongue and said frankly, "Because you slept on a fighter plane... I was swept out by the Presidential Palace, and there is no guardian. What's more, your Excellency the President has every opportunity, how can there be time to bail his gangster daughter."

  The man's slender and strong fingers suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his sharp eyes.

   "Want me to bail you? Miss Jiang, do you think I am very idle?"

  Jiang Mianmian’s chin was a little painful by him, but he still held back the corners of his lips, "Uncle Zhan...all said that one night husband and wife will be graceful, you should do good and accumulate virtue..."

   Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the man in a cold voice, “I’m not a good person. Ask me for help. You have to pay the price accordingly.”

  Ginger Mianmian wrinkled her little nose.

   scolded Juniang in my heart, and paid the first night, but it’s not enough. Is it possible to have a prostitute?

  But she did not want to spend the night in the detention center because she was really beaten to death. For nothing else, she was obsessed with being hygienic since she was young, and she was too dirty to be handcuffed on a stool. Let her sleep in such a place for a night, it is better to kill her.

She blinked her innocent big eyes, "Uncle Zhan...do you want to relive the last night with me? In that case, can you untie my handcuffs first, I can't use them now, you will never want me to guard Can I give you a mouth?"

  The man frowned upon hearing this, and calmly loosened her soft chin.

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian finally showed her compassion and released her on bail.

  Black bulletproof Bentley back seat.

  Jiang Mianmian had a small abacus in his heart.

  The price...I don’t know what price she must pay for this cold-faced Hades-like chief uncle to be even?

  I unconsciously lighted a cigarette while thinking, and just took a sip——

  The smoke between his fingers was snatched by his hand, Zhan Muqian pinched the cigarette **** and opened the car window for ventilation.

Jiang Mianmian looked at his unsmiling handsome face, "pouch" laughed, and the little white hand stained with the scent of mint smoke boldly touched his handsome face, "No, uncle, you are a man, you won't be. Afraid of choking?"

   With a "pop", her little hand was touched, and the pain made her jerky.

  Zhan Mu Qian suddenly leaned over, too close, Jiang Mianmian's whole body was filled with his masculine breath instantly, and his heart thumped inexplicably.

  "No smoking in my car, not as an example."

   "Oh." She rolled her eyes and replied, her little hand hooked the back of his neck, and suddenly climbed onto his thigh with the help of—

  Just like last night.

   "Uncle Zhan, you released me on bail, how do you want me to repay? It just happens that I don't like to owe favors, or should I pay for it? Do you like hotels, or...here?"

  The little woman has a charming voice, but she still stared at him innocently.