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

   "If you don't want to shoot, just say it."

  Mianmian twisted her body excitedly, trying to avoid his kiss.

   Ke Zhan Mu Qian leaned down and held her arms together and buckled them behind her back.

  Mianmian always struggles, like rubbing his chest in front of him...

   looks so ambiguous that he can't bear to look straight.

  She was ashamed and angry, and she was forced to give up fighting.

  ……

  The man’s slightly cool lips slipped from the tip of her flushed nose to her lips.

  He tossed around, kissing her patiently.

  Mianmian’s anxious mood seemed to be comforted inexplicably, but the grievances in her heart did not diminish at all.

  Finally, he stretched his arms and hugged her sideways, and walked straight to the bathroom.

  Although Mianmian was very resistant, he was still hugged and placed on the countertop.

  The man's big hands pinched her tender feet and directly pressed her feet under the warm water.

  Mianmian looked at him confusedly.

  Because she just ran out with bare feet before she could put on shoes...

  There must be a lot of dust on his feet. He was afraid of dirtying the expensive carpet in the bedroom, so he held her to wash his feet in person?

  Zhan Muqian squeezed her feet constantly, washing her feet with warm water, and even foamed them with her hands, rinsed them again, and dried them with towels before leaving the bathroom with her in his arms.

  He put the cotton quilt on the bed, and subconsciously avoided him and shrank to the head of the bed.

  Zhan Muqian's voice is low and magnetic, "I gave you a chance just now, but if you are reluctant to kill me, then you can only have a good time with me, sleep first, and talk about other things tomorrow."

  Mianmian was naturally dissatisfied, and he replied without thinking, “I just don’t want to kill, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to divorce you!”

  Zhan Muqian's face was cold, and the corners of his lips twitched, "I said, there are no divorces in Zhan Muqian's dictionary, only widowed."

  Mianmian was so angry that he wanted to scratch him, "You are a **** rascal! There is a kind of you who killed me. You killed me, wouldn't you be widowed?!"

He didn't change his face, smiled with a gentle and elegant smile, and said something really like a qualified rascal, "Ms. Jiang, I did everything possible to marry the door. It is the treasure of my heart. I will never point my gun at you, so... ...Sleep at ease."

  Mianmian can't help but explode.

  But the nose is sour again.

  This man is simply a bandit and rogue. Knowing that she is angry, he hasn't had a reason to say so many nasty love words.

  It's really stinky and shameless!

  Mianmian failed to fight repeatedly and was too tired. She fell down and pulled the quilt to cover her head. It didn't take long before she really fell asleep.

  ……

  The cotton quilt made his legs look like his own, and he was very tired of sleep.

  Zhan Chief Standing alone on the terrace, he was smoking a cigarette, his tall and straight body was shrouded in night.

   is like the loneliest soul in the world.

  The call was picked up.

  The high chief respectfully said: "Chief, what is your order?"

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was cold, and his voice was cold, "As soon as the stock market opens tomorrow morning, the stocks under Gong Ming's name will fall."

   "..." Gao Qiao asked cautiously, "How much is the drop?"

  Zhan Mu Qian smoothly squeezed out the cigarette butt, turned around and leaned on the fence.

  His eyes fell on the big bed in the bedroom, and the little man sleeping soundly.

   "Until the limit falls."

  High Chief has been with him for a long time, and soon guessed what was going on.

   "Chief, this..."

  Zhan Muqian's face was not even warm, and his eyes were clear and lonely, "Do as I said."

  【3 more, continue later~】