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

  She raised her face, looked at the chieftain, and said faintly, “Yes, I have finished the ligation operation. It hurts now and I don’t want to talk.”

  Gong Qiao looked at her slap-sized face pale and pale, she couldn't even see a trace of blood.

  He was distressed to the extreme, and worried to the extreme.

  Gao Chief’s face is also indescribable. He is very clear that this is a catastrophe, but for the time being, it is not clear how much responsibility he has to bear.

  This is the end of the matter, and the current situation is irreversible. It is better to send your wife to you as soon as possible.

  Gao Chief is actually very worried that she will not go with her.

  He was respectful but also serious enough: "Madam, you went to the hospital for surgery without authorization. Now you already know about it. Please come back with me and explain the matter to you clearly."

   To his surprise, Jiang Mianmian looked very calm and didn't mean to resist.

  She took a few steps forward, but her steps were a little bit small, and she looked really painful.

   "Then get in the car."

  She walked in front of her without looking back, nor did she bid farewell to Gong Qiao, she just walked forward frankly, as if she had also frankly accepted everything she was about to face.

  Mianmian sat in the back seat of the car. She didn't say a word, lowered her jaw slightly, and stretched out her hand to caress her lower abdomen from time to time.

Although Gao did not know much about female ligation surgery, he still had some common sense. He vaguely remembered that the operation seemed to involve opening the abdominal cavity and then stitching. In addition, Jiang Mianmian's face was pale, and Gao was afraid to send her back to the presidential palace Something unexpected happened.

  He stared at the rearview mirror and asked cautiously, "Madam, are you okay, can you hold it?"

  Mianmian’s little hand was still on her abdomen, a little dazed, and it took a long time to recover, and shook her head, "I'm fine."

  …………

  The private hospital is not very far from the Presidential Palace, but the road seems so long.

It is hard for Mianmian to imagine how Zhan Muqian would react.

  Maybe he will be very angry, maybe he will not care at all.

  In any case, she still wants to escape in her heart. She doesn't want to see him, and she doesn't want to be questioned or reprimanded.

   But she also knew that this was impossible to hide.

  ……

  After Mianmian returned to the presidential palace, she just entered the entrance hall, and Aunt Qiao rushed up to her.

   "Madam, why can't you think about it so much, why do you do such a hurtful thing, madam..."

  Mianmian smiled at Aunt Qiao, Zhan Muqian seemed to have not returned.

  She was placed on the sofa by the high chief and sat for less than half a minute before the man who strode in in the exquisite royal dress returned.

   "Your Excellency." The high chief stepped forward, respectful.

  Mianmian had no expression on her little face, but she glanced at him lightly.

  Zhan Muqian's face was dark and dark. He was aware that she was wrong when she went out this morning, but he went to meet the foreign guests before she had time to think about it. However, he received a letter from Gao Chief within half a day.

  He would rather believe that this is just a misunderstanding.

  I would rather believe that this woman has not been bold enough to do so.

  With a sullen face, he stepped forward and asked word by word, "What did you do, what did you do when you went to the hospital?"

  Mian Mianwu's deep and heavy eyes fixed on him, and said unhurriedly, "Your Excellency should already know, why do you ask me knowingly?"

  The man leaned down slightly, pinched her chin with his long fingers, "You are ligated, Jiang Mianmian, how dare you?!"