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

  Mianmian reacted fiercely this time, lying on the edge of the table, as if he was about to vomit his stomach.

  She can’t help but worry while vomiting...

  It’s not a way to go on like this. She has always reacted so strongly, and Zhan Muqian just didn’t think about it when she was ligated, so she didn’t guess.

   But if things go on like this, he can't stay indifferent.

  She retched for a while, and hurriedly turned on the faucet to wash her hands.

  Zhan Muqian also followed, reaching out and patted her on the back.

   "What's wrong, my stomach is upset?"

Mianmian frowned, staring at her pale face in the mirror, feeling guilty.

  Will he see it...

  Aunt Qiao seems to see it this way...

  However, Zhan Muqian is a man, so it should not be so easy to find out.

  Zhan Muqian saw her sullen face and said nothing, only when she was angry, he reached out and pinched her tender face.

   "Is this stunned? You won't be really disgusted by that woman, are you? Didn't this make her go away? Is it disgusting?"

  Mianmian looked at him still thinking about joking, knowing that he could not guess so easily.

She got up a bit with confidence, bit her lip, wrinkled her nose and said sarcastically, "Come on, I am obviously disgusted by your artificial paints. I feel sick when I think of that picture...Zhan Muqian, you are really extraordinary. Perverted."

  The man is not annoyed at all, but he seems more and more proud.

   Hugging her slender waist from behind, smiling deeply, "I'm very perverted, but... my wife is so hypocritical, and she doesn't change her attitude. How can she be worthy of the hypocritical you."

  Mianmian just wanted to turn her mouth back, but she was sick again.

  She leaned over and vomited sour water for a long time.

  Zhan Muqian's face was solemn. He stretched out his hand to pat her back and said warmly, "It's so uncomfortable? Let the doctor show you it. It should be that you have been reluctant to eat well recently, and your stomach is hungry."

  Mianmian took a long time to relax.

  She closed her eyes, suddenly turned her head and pushed him away and walked straight out of the bathroom.

  Zhan Muqian followed her, and saw her walking to the side of the coffee table about to pour water.

  He stretched out his hand and rushed in front of her to show his courtesy.

  Mianmian leaned on the sofa and drank a glass of warm water, her pale little face gradually became bloody.

  She thought about it again and again, considering that Zhan Muqian seemed to be in a good mood today.

  She looked into his eyes and said in a flat tone, "Shall we talk?"

  He moved his lower body and sat down to the place closest to her, trying to extend his arms to hold her, but she dodged to avoid him.

"I want to move out of the Presidential Palace. I am here. Not only do I have a bad time with you, but I also feel bad, and... This is the home where I have lived for several years. I always think of Dad here. I feel quite uncomfortable. You just let me go, otherwise I will not only get stomach problems, but more problems will also appear, and..."

  Her eyes are gloomy, looking at him, her tone is full of helplessness.

   "And I am here, it is indeed not conducive to your work and life, our existence is a kind of harm to each other, in that case, why not separate?"

  The man frowned, his face visibly cold.

  Mianmian still looked at him calmly, without blinking his eyes.

  She thought that Zhan Muqian would be angry.

  Be angry when you are angry.

  The problem solved by the change cannot be dragged forever.

  He was silent for a long time.

   Finally, he sighed deeply.

   "But I can't do without you, baby."

  【2 more updates, start to update, vote~】