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

  Zhan Mu Qian turned around and went downstairs.

  Mianmian sat on the bed, her eyes sluggish.

  When she remembered to look at her mobile phone, she realized that Gong Qiao had called her fifteen or sixteen calls last night.

  She was very angry at once.

  Since he has made up his mind to cut off friendship with himself.

  This is his decision, but what is it doing now, can't let her go?

  Mianmian was very angry, so he threw the phone aside, got up and went into the bathroom.

  ……

  At this time, it was almost noon three poles in the sun.

  The meals are all brunch types, and Mianmian has a bad appetite when something goes wrong.

   But even so, she bit the bullet and ate a lot.

  After she was full, Zhan Muqian took a tissue and wiped her lips.

   asked mildly, "Is there anything uncomfortable on my body, let the doctor come to check it?"

  Mianmian shook his head hurriedly, “I’m fine, but I may have some cold, and now I have a headache. I want to sleep for a while, so I don’t need to call a doctor.”

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't mean to force her, so he covered her with a quilt and turned around and went out.

  Mianmian’s small body hides in the quilt.

  The tip of the nose is wet and red for some reason.

  Zhan Mu Qian treated her nicely and took care of her.

  But she is not stupid.

  He was obviously angry, and the atmosphere between the two of them was almost embarrassing to a freezing point.

  She even felt that Zhan Muqian was like a balloon filled with air. Maybe they would burst the balloon if they accidentally said a wrong sentence.

  Mianmian took another nap, and when she woke up, her phone kept shaking beside her pillow.

  When she saw Gong Qiao connecting a word, she refused to answer.

   Then I saw Gong Qiao sent her many messages.

  He showed great concern for her in the content of the message.

  It seems that she is very nervous, for fear that she will hang up after being poured into a few ice buckets and frozen as a dog.

At this time, the phone came in again, Mianmian couldn't help answering it, and she cursed, "You have never finished? The surname is Gong, you and I have been cut off, okay! Who the **** is pestering whom, I will tell you the palace Joe, I don’t need you as a friend, so don’t call me anymore!"

She was about to take up the thread, but Gong Qiao’s hoarse voice came from the earpiece, "Don’t hang up, cotton...please, don’t hang up. I'm worried about you, I just want to know how good you are, cotton, What Zhan Muqian did to you, you follow him... do you have to suffer a lot of wrongs, will he bully you..."

  Gong Qiao’s voice is very sad.

  Probably because the bedroom is very quiet, and the speaker is automatically turned on, his voice is also exceptionally clear.

   Just when Mianmian couldn't help but flushed her eyes, she looked at the man at the door in astonishment.

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't know when he came in.

  Mianmian immediately said to the receiver, "I have something to do, I'm hanging up."

  She was about to close the line, but Zhan Muqian grabbed her mobile phone at an extremely fast speed and threw it to the foot of the bed.

   He squinted his eyes, sneered, cold and cold in his eyes.

  Mianmian had a bad feeling, she explained in a low voice, "He just wants to know my physical condition, nothing else..."

  Zhan Muqian's face grew colder when he heard the puzzled "Mianmian" in the receiver.

   "Really? It's so gluey, hard to separate, little boy, you have to answer him well and tell him, how do I bully you on weekdays, eh?"

Mianmian's face turned pale, "Zhan Muqian...what do you want to do?"

  The coldness in the man’s eyes is more terrible than the ice bucket she endured yesterday.

  He suddenly bullied himself up, her huge body covered her soft body——

   "Gong Qiao, since you care about my wife like this, let you hear it with your own ears today, how your cotton is called under me."