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

  Mianmian walked upstairs quietly and returned to her room quietly.

  She seemed extremely calm, and even provoking him was so eloquent.

  Zhan Mu Qian was naturally so angry that she almost never carried her breath.

  But Mianmian just closed the door, she leaned against the door and rubbed her chest.

  She is still very nervous, especially angry with him.

   Mouth addiction is indeed very cool, but after the mouth addiction, it is also terrible.

  Fortunately, she slipped fast...

  ……

   Just when Mianmian is panting.

   There was another knock at the door.

  Mianmian shivered suddenly, and instinctively reached out and locked the door.

  The sound of locking down with a click is very loud.

  Not only can she hear it herself, but the man outside can also hear it clearly.

  The air is quiet.

  This scene...It's really embarrassing.

  Mianmian held her breath without saying a word.

  Zhan Mu Qian stood outside the door, and it took a long time to speak, "Mianmian, can you open the door, let's talk."

  Mianmian didn’t want to open the door, and didn’t want to make a sound, so it’s okay to just spend it with him.

  He seemed to rush back at noon to have lunch with her.

  He entered the door after she was sitting at the table. If she had known that Zhan Muqian was coming back, she would definitely not go downstairs to eat. It would be better if Aunt Qiao could send the food upstairs.

  The man outside the door sounds a bit persistent.

   "It won't be like you, just chat, open the door, OK?"

  Mian Mian hesitated.

  Just shut him out of the door and kept knocking on the door, she couldn't help but feel treacherous.

  It would be better to open the door and let him finish speaking.

  In fact, there is nothing to say between them anyway.

  Mianmian stretched out his hand and opened the door, his tone still the same as when he was in the restaurant just now.

   "Oh, the Chief of War has come to me for something. Why didn't you tell me downstairs just now, I can't afford to ask you to knock on my door in person."

  Zhan Muqian's face was dark, and his tone was a little anxious, "Mianmian, can you stop talking to me so yin and yang?"

  Mianmian rolled his eyes and ignored it.

  The man looked really helpless to the extreme.

  She is obviously still angry, and there is no sign of her anger.

  His patience is also losing bit by bit.

  But this little thing, soft and soft, pretending to be docile and well-behaved, and doesn't lose his temper with him, he doesn't even have a breakthrough.

  He didn't dare to hit her, he couldn't even say heavy words.

  Mianmian is a little impatient, "Do you have anything important? If it's okay, I'll take a nap."

  Zhan Mu Qian's eyes were dull, very helpless.

He almost coaxed her in a low voice, "Mianmian, don't breathe with me, okay, I was not good that night, it was because of my emotional problems. I will not treat you that way again in the future. When you turn it over, okay?"

"You won't do anything to me anymore?" Mianmian looked at him with a smile, with a rare expression of good temper, "Does the war chief mean that he will not use his own strength to force him into me again? Turn of? It’s okay. Then you ask me to find someone to explode your chrysanthemum forcibly, and it’s a tie, okay?"

  "……"

  Zhan Chief was finally so angry that smoke came from her head.

  Mianmian slammed the door blankly when she saw him look sullen.

  Bitch!

  Men are always cheap!

  I didn’t care about it when I acted fiercely, and didn’t understand that she was still a girl who had just broken.

  Although his behavior is not considered violent towards her, it is almost like ** her.