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

  Zhan Muqian began to move his family into the Presidential Palace.

  Mianmian didn't mean to move at all. She was sitting on the swing on the balcony, swinging around, watching the people up and down in the house busy.

  She didn't want to move into the presidential palace at all, nor did she want to see Zhan Muqian move in.

  Although Jiang Xun has only been president for six or seven years, for Mianmian, the presidential palace is already regarded as Jiang Xun’s home subconsciously.

  Even if she was not very happy when she lived in the presidential palace, it was her father’s house...

  If the term is up, Jiang Xun moves out, she feels normal.

  But at this moment it is equivalent to being driven out, Mianmian doesn’t even know how to accept this fact.

  Not to mention the person who drove out Jiang Xun’s family...

   is still her husband in name.

  Mianmian sat on the swing in a daze.

   Seeing Aunt Qiao, she was worried that she would catch a cold.

  The Chinese New Year is about to come. If you suffer a serious illness, you will not be able to live up or down.

  She persuaded Mianmian to stay in the house, but Mianmian would not listen.

  This day is almost always busy from noon to evening. Only then did they move around. They can already follow to live in the presidential palace.

  Aunt Qiao will go to the Presidential Palace with the car to arrange the decoration. She wants to bring Mianmian with me. Mianmian seems to have heard nothing.

   automatically blocked her voice, sitting on the swing in a daze and playing with her fingers.

  Aunt Qiao can’t, so she can only go to the presidential palace and get busy.

  ……

  Until it was dark, Zhan Muqian came back to pick her up in person.

  Zhan Muqian looked okay, but he might be really busy, Jun's face was slightly tired.

  He grabbed the girl's little hand which was blown cold by the wind, and tried to wrap her off the swing.

  Mianmian held the rope of the swing motionlessly, as if it was going to grow on it and never go down again.

  The man squeezed one of her arms, his tone as flat as possible, "Come down, okay, stop making trouble, be good."

  Mianmian didn't bother to look at him at all, but when he heard his words, she raised her eyelid and glanced at him.

   "I am making trouble? What am I making? After the war chief became president, it is really different. Even the temper is several times bigger than before. I don't think I am making trouble. Am I not sitting here obediently."

  Mianmian always likes to **** him unreservedly like this.

   Talking with a gun and a stick made him a headache.

But he was almost used to it. At this time, he was patient and hugged her from above forcibly, "I mean, your body is obviously weak, and you are still blowing on it. In case you catch a cold, you If you want to get sick and have a fever, aren't you fooling?

  He hugged the cotton quilt tightly in his arms, and could only watch him holding himself and walking in the direction of the RV.

  She knew she was about to be forcibly taken back to the presidential palace by him, but she was actually very calm.

  Especially when I think of Jiang Xun, and think of her living in the presidential palace. Although she always fights wits and courage with Jiang Li, she has a carefree life.

She was silent for a long time, and it took a long while to speak with a slight smile, "How weak is my body? I think my body is quite good. At least after being rinsed with cold water by you, I was played with an oversized massage bang for two hours. , It's not bad, and there is no fainting or anything. Isn't this kind of physical fitness good?"

  【Monthly ticket plus more, sixth more~ what to do, I really like cotton and Uncle Zhan tearing hahahahaha, cotton tearing has a sense of rhythm! 】