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

  Zhan Mu Qian is still very good at coaxing elders at critical moments.

  He pursed his lips and chuckled, "Dad, do you want to see your son struck by lightning?"

  The old chief glared and glared, "You!!!"

  The old chief is a country struck on the battlefield. In those days, I was afraid that there were not so many politicians who were accustomed to playing power as food and water.

  If a junior is doing something in a place that he can't see, he might not bother to care about it.

  This little son is capable, and all the tricks and deceptions have come to his house.

The old chief said with a straight face, "What is your attitude towards Jiang Mianmian? Do you like him or not? If you don't like him, the girl is only a little older and will follow you. You do not hesitate to design the power behind Jiang Xun and Jiang Xun. Sacrificing all the dignity and feelings of a girl's family, what is the difference between your abuse and banditry?!"

  Zhan Mu Qian actually laughed again.

  Somehow in his mind he remembered that Mian Mian had said similar things when he was angry with him.

  【You are an army scum, army ruffian, bandit! What is the difference between a bandit behavior like yours and a bandit leader? ! 】

  Carefully calculated, it is really similar.

  Zhan Muqian leaned on the sofa with a smile, his legs crossed and his posture was very elegant.

  Who would have thought that under his majestic appearance was a jackal, tiger and leopard who was unscrupulous in order to achieve his goal.

"Is it so important to like or dislike? The elders of your generation are mostly married by marriages, or even arrangements by army leaders. Even now, in a family like ours, how many people can really marry their favorites? Have a baby? Do you think Qi You really likes Jiang Li again?"

  The old head's complexion is not good.

  Although he and this little son are still able to talk together, but he does not understand the temperament of this son.

  He likes it or not, he will not write on his face and tell you in his mouth.

  The more I like something, the more I want to bury it in my heart.

  A very good politician, military strategist, conspirator, he is accustomed to not showing any of his preferences, the more he likes, the less he will be discovered, and he will not be remembered.

  "Whether you like it or not, it is immoral to play with people's feelings! Something happened to Jiang Xun, and you pretended to use the whole family to accompany you in this drama. Once you are found out by others, can you still live this life?"

The corners of Zhan Muqian’s lips twitched, “How can you be troubled? Even if Jiang Xun is dead, she is still born in my house as a wife being served by someone. There is no shortage of her food and clothing. No one abuses her and can't make it through? Sure, who made her marry foolishly."

  The old chief was so angry that he tapped the tabletop with his teacup, "Get out! Don't let me see you these silly tricks, and be punished carefully! Take your wife back quickly, don't come in front of my eyes!"

  The old chief is a transparent person than Zhan Muqian.

  Although he is getting older, his decades of experience have also allowed him to see more emotional entanglements between children.

  Zhan Muqian now holds the power, covering the sky with only one hand, and he has used it to the extreme.

  People who persuade can't listen.

  I'm afraid he won't know what's right or wrong until he gets stuck on his own.

  ……

Mianmian waited downstairs for a while, and Zhan Muqian rubbed her head as soon as she went downstairs.

  He chuckled and glanced at the female relatives in the living room.

   "What are you talking about, look at the embarrassment of my wife, her face is wrinkled."