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

   said it was a knife-edge, but it didn’t look very glaring.

  After all, it is a high-end minimally invasive surgery, and the traces left behind will not be too ugly.

  But it still hurts.

It's a dull pain.

  As long as I think of it, there is a chip in this arm that can monitor the world around the clock, and locate her location at any time, there is nowhere to hide...

  She felt uncomfortable as if she swallowed a fly.

  Zhan Mu Qian was very afraid that she would catch a cold and get sick.

   hurriedly stretched out his hand to help her close the lapels, naturally his eyes were a little heavy.

   Reached out and stroked the trace on her arm.

   "Does it still hurt?"

  Mianmian looked at him.

  She knew that Zhan Muqian’s current depression and pain were not pretending.

  But even so, she didn't feel softhearted, but just felt more and more funny.

  He did everything...

  What's the pain now.

  But since Jiang Xun had an accident, she really didn't do anything good.

   Mutual each other, it was originally a morbid relationship that tortured each other, and no matter who did it worse.

  She said nothing and did not answer.

  Zhan Mu Qian asked again, "Does it still hurt, Mianmian?"

  Mianmian couldn't help but glance at him.

   smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "It's okay, it heals very quickly, it hurts without you hitting me."

  Zhan Muqian knew that she was referring to her driving to the edge of the cliff and almost died.

  He sent a helicopter to rescue her, took her into the helicopter and beat her a few times.

  At the moment, my hands were a little dark.

  Although it was just a lesson for him to teach children.

   But Mianmian hates, and it should be.

  He carefully tightened her half-open home clothes, and fastened the buttons one by one with his slender fingers.

  "What should I do...let you call back?"

Mianmian rolled his eyes and said, "It's fine if you hit me, and it's fine if you hit me. Why do you want to put this kind of thing on me? Don't you think you are really crazy? I'm not your subordinate, no Your soldier, why are you doing this to me?"

  Zhan Muqian never regretted doing this.

  He stroked her back with a big hand, and forced her into his arms somewhat forcibly——

"I want to protect you." He said calmly, "Because you always run around, I can't control you, and I can't keep you in the house and never let you go out. You have a temper, let a few bodyguards last for a long time. Following you, you are uncomfortable, and it is more noticeable, and it is not good for safety. What's more, you run three nights in the middle of the night and even your bodyguards are asleep. Who can catch up with you, after thinking and thinking, there is only this one way to be the safest It’s effective, but it’s just a little bit of suffering during the operation, and nothing happens later, and there are no side effects. This way, even when I’m busy, I can always know where you are and know that you are safe, so that I can do things well. Otherwise, if I come here a few more times, you will be scared out of my heart disease, Mianmian, I just did this to protect you, nothing more."

  These words are familiar.

  Mianmian vaguely remembered that the high chief seemed to have said something similar.

   is just a different tone from his tone.

  She thought about it, but couldn't think of a better way to respond to him.

   Then he smiled and said, "It turned out to be to protect me, but unfortunately, in my impression, you have always been the only one hurting me, and the first move is heavier than the first..."

  【Four more. . . . . 】