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

  The high chief on the other end of the receiver did not dare to say a word of dissuasion.

  Zhan Muqian reignited a cigarette and took two puffs on his lips.

  ……

  The first drop stop for two days, Gong Ming will naturally come to him.

   Gong Ming promised that he would keep his son and Mianmian a moderate distance.

  But he failed to do it.

  This is just a small lesson that he didn’t believe in.

  ……

  At this time, it is gradually entering late autumn. Although the temperature in Jincheng is not low, there will be wind at night, and the wind is naturally cool.

  After smoking, he stood on the terrace for a long time.

  When he estimated that the smell of smoke was almost dissipated, he opened the door and entered the room.

  Mianmian slept very deeply, and Zhan Muqian didn't want to wake her up, but she covered her head with a quilt again, which looked very dangerous.

  He turned on the bedside lamp and turned it down again.

  He tried to pull off the quilt covering her head, but the horn was pressed by her body, and he couldn't pull it up for a while.

  Zhan Mu Qian patiently coaxed him in a low voice, "Mianmian, don't sleep with your head covered with a quilt. If you don't have enough oxygen in the middle of the night, you will be out of breath."

  She is sleeping, how can she understand what he is saying.

   is still motionless.

  Zhan Mu Qian couldn't, so he could only stretch out his hand vigorously to pull the quilt.

   One to two, his body is very close.

  Mianmian turned over again, her sensitive little nose sucked, her face wrinkled into a small dumpling in an instant.

   "Hmm...stinks!"

  Mianmian smelled smoke in my sleep, but I didn’t know how to judge it. I just felt it smelly.

  Zhan Muqian had nothing to do with her. He just managed to fix the corner of the beholder, and he didn't plan to pay attention to her anymore.

  But this little thing on the bed woke up a bit from a deep sleep. She wrinkled her nose, her mouth was pouting, and her face was irritable and dissatisfied, "Smelly man...Don't touch me!"

  As soon as this dream talk was said, Zhan Chieftain's face changed.

  He was in a bad mood, so he patiently waited on her.

   was scolded by her in her dream.

  He knew how much there was a residual smell of smoke in his mouth, but this dead girl hadn't smoked before.

  He straightened his face, suddenly pinched her delicate little chin, leaned over and blocked her lips severely——

  The cotton quilt kissed him and blocked his lips, and he squeezed his tongue in even harder.

  Smoky kisses quickly choked her.

  She bit him while half-dreaming and half-awake, and irritably raised her arm and beat him——

   Although she is asleep, she still knows what a man has done to her.

  He kissed her forcibly, and rudely tossed her mouth with his big tongue, and kept rubbing her delicate cheek with hard scum...

  The cotton quilt was so angry that she wanted to cry, pouting and whimpering, "Bullying people, stinky rascals, they will bully me, woooo..."

   With such a kiss from Zhan Mu Qian, the heat in the lower abdomen was burning again.

  He just wanted to touch her body when he heard her whimper.

  So the movement in his hand was forced to stop.

  Mianmian’s eyes are still closed, but two teardrops seem to be squeezed out...

   "Bad, bad guy, don't mess with me, always hit me so hard, don't bully me, it hurts..."

  Zhan Mu Qian's complexion stagnated.

  Suddenly he remembered that he had been awkward last time.

  The little thing said pitifully on the bed, "Don’t bully me on the bed anymore. It hurts."

  He has a hot face, and he doesn't know whether it is a guilty conscience or ashamed.

  This time he did not bully her on the bed.

  But made her cry in the bathroom...

  【4 more. . Uncle Zhan is still very gentle. I think Mianmian cried because of Mi Qi, um. 】