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

  Mianmian’s eyes are getting redder...

  She bit her lip and suddenly threw his arm away.

   looked at him somewhat decisively.

   suddenly twitched the corners of his lips, smiling a little bit coldly.

  "Is it because of your breath, as long as you vent it, you can pass it and turn it over?"

  Her hands are both small and white, with soft fingers.

  ……

  Mianmian stared at him decisively, shaking his hands, and falling on the front of his nightdress, one by one unbuttoning the buttons of the nightdress...

  Her eyes are as red as a rabbit.

  Little hands trembled, and finally unbuttoned all the buttons in front of him.

  The nightdress slipped to the ground lightly.

  Mianmian boldly reached out and grabbed his arm and pressed it in front of him——

   "Come on, do whatever you want, I promise not to resist."

  Her face is tight, her eyes are blank.

  Zhan Muqian stared at her face, his eyes lightened and darkened, as if she had suffered internal injuries from anger.

  He sternly, withdrew his hand coldly.

   "Now? I'm sorry, I'm out of interest, I'm going out."

  He turned around and left, with a sullen face, as if he was afraid that he would be unable to restrain her if he continued to stay here.

Mianmian rushed forward and hugged his waist, "Please, please, you are angry and angry, so please throw it at me. After all, I am your wife. Gong Qiao is just an outsider, one of the two of us. Don’t anger others, let alone suppress the palace family. I beg you, isn’t this enough?"

  Zhan Muqian was tightly hugged from behind by her two small arms.

  His face was so ugly, he turned around after a long time, and pulled her arm from his waist with his big hand.

"Please me-you? For Gong Qiao, Jiang Mianmian, do you have any brains, you are almost 20 years old, and your emotional intelligence is eaten by dogs?! Can't you see that I am angry? The more you do Gong Qiao sacrificed himself and asked for everything... the more I can't stand it, Jiang Mianmian, can't you see that I can't stand that you are so good to Gong Qiao?!"

  The quilt he roared so much that he wanted to cry, but he was too anxious to cry.

"Then what do you want from me, you say, I really don't know what to do, I can only beg you, this is the only thing I can do, Zhan Muqian, just take it for my face, you Forget about what happened last night, I will be obedient in the future, I will really stay by your side obediently, I won't leave, please, please, don’t make me suffer, don’t impose on other people’s families. suffering……"

  The girl's eye circles are red.

  Life is desperate enough.

  She can’t imagine how Gong Qiao’s parents will spend the rest of their lives if something happens to Gong Qiao.

  Nothing is more distressing than a close relative.

  Even if Zhan Muqian would be more angry, she had to say and she had to persuade.

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian had a gloomy handsome face, and there was no sound for a long time.

   His silence made Mianmian extremely flustered.

  Until he suddenly picked her up sideways, put her on the bed, and then pulled a blanket around her.

  Mianmian doesn’t know why his reaction this time is like this...

   and hurt Gong Qiao.

  She would rather Zhan Muqian tortured her again.

  Anyway, it’s not that I have never experienced...

  She can't die, that is, suffering for several hours.

  She knew that Zhan Muqian would not really kill her...

  Now as long as she can calm him down, there is nothing she doesn't want to do.

  ……

   But Zhan Muqian hugged her tightly through the blanket.

  Hugged her body very tightly, as if she would fly away after a little loosening.