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

  Mianmian's mind is a mess, and there is no mood to kick in and tear the dregs with bare hands.

  She quickened her pace, as if she was subconsciously afraid of being discovered by the people in the VIP lounge, jogging all the way back to the backstage of the studio in a hurry.

  Gong Qiao caught a glimpse of her pale face, and was stunned, "What's wrong with you, Sister Mian?"

  Jiang Mianmian rubbed his waist, his lips were a little white, and he glanced at the door of the studio, but couldn't see why.

  She asked a little anxiously, "How is Xiao Qi, it's not over yet?"

   Gong Qiao said: "Well, it seems that I have to have a discussion with the judges. Xiao Qi composed the music by himself. I am not sure about the specifics. I will ask when she comes out.

  Jiang Mianmian hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I'm sick, I have to go first, I will call her later, you tell Xiao Qi, I really have to go..."

   Gong Qiao looked at her obviously anxious, and his cheeks became anxious and puffed.

  His tone became playful, "Oh, this way, let's go, see you Mian Sister."

Mianmian was about to leave, but he was holding his hand. The handsome and nasty boy leaned down slightly, leaned close to her ear and laughed, "I don't think you are unwell at all, you are skipping class and being uncle the chief. Grab the bag, tsk tsk, the relationship is really good, the Chief Zhan will come to pick him up in person? Sister, you go quickly, lest the chief is unhappy, you are afraid that you will be tossed tonight..."

  Mianmian’s lower abdomen was already overwhelmed. He was so angry that he almost couldn’t get up. He lifted his foot and kicked him hard, turned his head and left.

  Leave the young master Gong Dao holding his legs and wailing, attracting people's attention...

  ……

  Walking to the outside of the building and waiting for about three minutes, the familiar black Bentley steadily stopped in front of Jiang Mianmian.

  The door of the rear seat popped open automatically, and the girl glanced into the car with a guilty gaze.

  The head of the head was so cold that there was no trace of emotion in his side face, and Mianmian's legs suddenly became softer.

  For a while, the man looked at her impatiently, his thin lips opened slightly, "What are you in a daze, don't get in the car soon."

  Mianmian’s small flexible body quickly got in, the door closed, and the driver just started the car.

  She heard the chief executive next to her in a questioning tone, “I don’t intend to explain, why did you skip class again?”

  Mianmian’s small hands covered her stomach, her toes were tight and her scalp was numb, and she didn’t want to talk at all.

   But she was silent and afraid of the anger of the Chief of War, she explained weakly, "Gong Xiaoqi, you know, my girlfriend, she came to this entertainment company to participate in the draft, she was stage fright, and forced me and Gong Qiao to accompany her."

Chief Zhan frowned.

  Are the current high school students taking the wrong medicine and are about to take the college entrance examination, just don’t want to study, even thinking about the draft?

   "Not doing business properly." The man rebuked in a stern voice.

  Mianmian estimated that he had to be scolded at least, and was preparing for it. The man’s tone suddenly showed a little nervousness. He stretched out his hand to pinch the girl’s cold tender paw, "Do you really hurt?"

  Mianmian was taken aback, staring at him in a daze, and saw the vague bewilderment in Zhan Muqian's deep pupils.

  She shook her head, "It's nothing serious, I don't know what's wrong, it doesn't hurt..."

  Zhan Muqian stared at her lips. The pink lips were pale and bloodless. How could this be strong?

   "Go to the hospital." The man immediately ordered the driver.

  The cotton was held by his big warm hands, and his heart trembled. Now she was sure that the expression in Zhan Muqian's eyes was distressed.

  He loves himself.

  That's it...

  The girl's mouth was bitter, and it took a long time before she plucked up the courage to ask him: "Uncle Zhan...Chenchen, is this really your son?"