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

  Mianmian looked down at the complete bandage on his left arm.

  I just felt a fire in my chest.

   Anger, depression, irritability...

  She might be going crazy soon.

  She was finally tortured by Zhan Muqian to be completely disrespectful...

  The throat is dry and bitter.

  The water cup with the straw inserted into her lips at this time.

  Zhan Muqian's big hand slightly lifted the back of her neck, the straw was inserted into her small mouth, and he said solemnly, "Strong."

  Mianmian’s throat hurts so much, drinking a few mouthfuls of warm water can finally relieve it.

  The sleeping brain seems to gradually wake up.

  Awareness is getting clearer and clearer.

  She stared at the gauze on her arm in a daze.

   will hurt.

  The effect of the anesthetic gradually passed.

  She can still feel the pain.

  The feeling of being cut through the skin by a sharp weapon...

very scary.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian put the water cup aside and looked at her calmly.

  The girl’s bright pupils were shining with tears.

   and hides a deep hatred.

  The gaze seemed to want to poke a few holes in him.

  Or just kill him alive?

  ……

  Mianmian's wet eyes looked at him.

   His face was pale.

   Her right hand, which has no passive knife, was subconsciously hidden in the blanket, stroking her lower abdomen.

  She cannot feel the presence of the baby.

  Perhaps because it is too small...

  Or maybe, all this is just a nightmare.

all fake……

  Nothing is true.

  She suddenly smirked at him, muttering in a low voice, "The tracker...is installed? From now on, I will never escape from your palm..."

  Zhan Muqian has not answered yet.

Mianmian continued to say to himself, "Why don't you just kill me? You send me to jail and lock me up. Why monitor me, put me in jail, let me accompany my father, so Isn't it okay, I can't run away after being locked in, and you don't have to waste time on me..."

  The man's face is not good, he is obviously very unhappy.

  But perhaps he didn't care about her pitiful appearance because she was indeed suffering today.

  It's rare that he didn't have a seizure, but he tucked the quilt for her. "The effect of the anesthetic has not been completely over. You should be tired. Go to sleep first, and then get up to eat when you have enough sleep."

Mianmian said nothing, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

  …………

  Although the room is very quiet.

  Since she climbed to the roof last time, the roof was sealed, and there was no way to go up, and the windows in her bedroom were also equipped with alarm devices, which could only be opened a little, and then opened a little bigger, it would automatically call the police.

  She can't do stupid things.

   Ke Zhan Mu Qian faced a lot of official duties, but he couldn't calm down at work anyway.

  It is estimated that she should be awake.

  He greeted the kitchen and asked the kitchen to prepare a supper and send it upstairs.

   herself went into her bedroom herself.

  However, the little thing that was supposed to be lying on the bed was sitting on the carpet beside the coffee table.

  Girl Bai Shengsheng held a fruit knife in her little paw, and gestured wildly on her left arm.

  Zhan Mu Qian twisted his eyebrows, "Jiang Mianmian, put the knife down, you haven't had enough trouble, have you?"

  Mianmian smiled at him, “I’m not making trouble, I’m just thinking, isn’t the chip implanted in my arm? If I cut this arm... will the tracker fail?”

  The man suddenly became angry and walked forward almost wanting to beat her.

  But he restrained it, his face was stern, his eyes were quick to pinch the handle of the knife, and he snatched the fruit knife from her hand.