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

  After washing with cotton, I went downstairs to eat something.

  She sips the soy milk in the cup, her nose is pantothenic.

  Zhan Muqian tossed her all night... and then just left.

  Such a situation has never happened before.

  Zhan Muqian would always coax her after having made her own. He woke up and waited until she was full before feeding her brunch.

  These memories are particularly clear.

  It's not that her memory is too good, but that all these changes are sudden.

  Yesterday's lingering lingering is close at hand, naturally it is impossible to forget it like amnesia.

  Her nose is getting sour and she can't control herself.

  Obviously there is nothing to be sad about, it's already like this, she should be filled with hatred.

  But she has become so vulnerable.

   Aunt Qiao seemed to see that something was wrong with her, but she did not dare to ask what happened last night.

  She stepped forward to help her with burritos. My wife likes to eat her omelet for breakfast.

  Aunt Qiao said carefully, "Madam, are you uncomfortable?"

  Mianmian hurriedly reduced her emotions, and shook her head again and again, "No."

  Aunt Qiao looked at her red eyes, her face unconcealed with worry.

  Mianmian took a bite of the burrito, knowing in her heart that this look would make Aunt Qiao think more.

   Although Aunt Qiao treats her very well, she is Zhan Muqian after all...

  At this time, what she said and did, as long as Zhan Muqian asked, Aunt Qiao would not hide it for her.

  Thinking about this, she explained, “I’m just worried about my dad. I’m going to see him in the nursing home later.”

  ……

  Mianmian went out after eating something.

  However, instead of going to the nursing home, she went directly to Gong Qiao.

   Although she was drinking a little bit last night, she still clearly remembered Gong Qiao dragging such an inconvenient body to find her in the bar street in the city.

  Mianmian can imagine his situation.

  Not long ago, he was a sound man.

  His leg was injured not long ago, and he must not be able to fully adapt to his current life.

  He came to the bar in a wheelchair, and there are bound to be many people looking at him with strange eyes.

  Mianmian just think about it, I feel distressed.

  Gong Qiao is the one she owes the most.

  ……

  Gong Qiao was not surprised to see her, so he asked her to sit down and asked her with concern whether she had breakfast.

Mianmian said that she had eaten it. She looked at Gong Qiao obviously losing weight, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face gently, "Gong Qiao... don't go to places like bars anymore. What should I do if I hurt you."

  Gong Qiao seemed to smile, and said in a half-joking tone, “Yes, there are so many people in the bar. If you run into bad guys, I must be so worried.”

  Mianmian couldn't speak, and felt extremely sad.

Gong Qiao patted her on the back, "Mianmian, we are all grown up, no matter what happens, I am still someone you can rely on. Although I can't go now, I still have the brain. What do you want to do? You all know that you are not alone and helpless, I will help you."

There were tears in Mianmian's eyes, "I just want to vindicate my father. I don't believe that he has done so many bad things. Even if he did, he was encouraged by Li Shengyuan. This happened only a few days ago. Why did the court convict him? I am not convinced, I want them to review."

  The girl stretched out her hand and wiped her tears.

  When the cuffs were facing up, Gong Qiao saw the dark red mark on her wrist.

  It seems that someone has tied his hands, and has been tied for a long time...