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

  Zhan Muqian stood on the terrace and smoked afterwards for a while.

  He is hearty physically, but mentally he is not at all happy.

  Mianmian also quarreled with him before, but it wasn’t such a quarrel.

  He has a complicated mood, but he has to cooperate.

  If he wants to change the current situation immediately, I am afraid it will cause her resistance. The seemingly peaceful situation in this mansion is probably going to be broken again.

  So, no matter how she tossed, he could only let her temporarily, or even cooperate with her.

  But this kind of feeling of being pinched by her neck every time she finishes going to bed with her wife is uncomfortable.

  Many times, he even has the illusion that he really has a female ticket.

  And the female ticket is still cotton...

  Zhan Mu Qian felt uncomfortable, so he smoked a few more cigarettes.

  When she returned to the room, Mianmian lay on her back on the big bed, too tired to even move her fingers, let alone turning over.

  She didn't even put on any clothes, as if she was the same as when he pulled away and left.

   is in his hand, tightly holding the cash check he just gave.

  The man sighed secretly in his heart, and finally walked forward, picked up her pajamas and underwear, put on her patiently, and then stuffed her into the quilt.

  He also lay down in bed. Anyway, there was nothing wrong in the morning, so he could accompany her to sleep.

  He habitually opened his arms to hold her, and gently pushed her into his arms.

   Holding such a small, delicate and soft thing, the depression in my heart has disappeared for the most part without being relieved.

  She is willing to do this, so let's do it for the time being, I believe time can resolve all contradictions.

  This life is still long, she can't really be awkward with herself for a lifetime.

  ……

  But Mianmian struggled quickly and pushed him away.

  The pushing force is still a bit fierce.

   pushed Zhan Muqian away.

  He is still patient and not angry.

   just asked calmly, "Curse, what's the matter?"

  Mianmian looks very sleepy and tired, squinting his eyes slightly, like a cat about to fall asleep.

   She pursed her small mouth and muttered, "You smell so bad, it smells like cigarettes, can you go to another room to sleep..."

  Mianmian is not sincere at this moment. She hasn't smoked a lot for a long time, and she is really not used to smelling his pungent smoke.

   Besides, she was just about to fall asleep, and she was a little irritated by the smell of smoke.

  Zhan Mu Qian changed his face and suddenly straightened up from the bed.

  He didn't say a word, and Mianmian closed his eyes.

  She wanted to sleep, but inexplicably felt a strong chill all over her body——

   Although she closed her eyes, she also had a bad feeling.

  Waiting for her to open her eyes curiously, she really saw Zhan Muqian's handsome face, his face ugly and terrible.

Zhan Muqian spoke, his voice low and dark, "How long do you plan to go on like this? I want to hear your thoughts today. Do you really treat me as a benefactor in your heart? You don’t even want to accompany me for a quiet night’s sleep when you collect money from bed?"

  This big man was wronged and wanted to ask her for an explanation.

   Ke Mianmian looked at his face, and couldn't help getting scared...

  She also suddenly felt that she had been a bit presumptuous recently.

  In case you offend him again...

  If he finds an excuse to never give her money again, what will Jiang Xun do...

  Mianmian suddenly turned into a little sheep, shrank and stretched out his arm to pull his arm, "I, I was wrong, President President... calm down?"