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

  The cotton quilt was too much for him to breathe, so he could only stare at him with his eyes.

  She wanted to argue, but she couldn't make any more noises.

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes and jerked his hands abruptly.

  Mianmian turned his face to the side and coughed violently.

  I almost coughed up my lungs.

  She is now sure that Zhan Muqian must have been greatly stimulated.

  Otherwise, even if he is in a bad mood because the baby is gone, he won’t be able to strangle her directly.

  Mianmian crouched and coughed for a long time. The tingling sensation in her throat and chest made her suspect that she would cough up blood if she continued to cough.

  She can barely suppress her instinct to cough violently.

  Strongly supported his body and looked at him coldly.

   "What nutritionist, you can ask her to come up."

  Zhan Muqian's face was cold, and he glanced at her condescendingly, his eyes full of disgust and hatred.

  Mianmian doesn't think he looks strange in this way.

  On the contrary, she seemed to have a hunch in her heart.

  Whatever it is.

   Regardless of whether she can reverse the case for her father in the end.

  In the end, she and Zhan Muqian...

   will eventually go to the worst world, I am afraid it will be worse than stranger.

   "It's true that you don't cry without seeing the coffin. You think you acted well, or you think you paid enough for the seal, so you are not afraid of accidents?!"

  …………

  The main bedroom door is open.

  Mianmian stared blankly at the nutritionist who seemed to her face was dragged a short distance under the bed by several guards.

  The woman was obviously seriously injured. At this time, she could only crawl on the ground and couldn't stand upright.

   And dragging it all the way, it actually dragged a long winding bloodstain on the ground, obviously someone had tortured her.

  Mianmian's heart is soft, and when she sees a slim-looking woman covered with blood, her voice trembles slightly.

   "Are you... a dietitian?"

  Since she became pregnant, several specially-appointed dietitians have come to the Presidential Palace.

  But she has only been in contact with the lady who is directly responsible for her. Other people may have met a few times, but they have not been impressed by her, so she feels that they are very face-to-face.

  Zhan Muqian sat on the sofa not far away, with his legs elegantly overlapping, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

  He gave the command without any haste, "Put your head up and let your gold master see your face."

  Mianmian watched the passive woman slowly lifted her face, still feeling strange.

  She opened her mouth, looked at Zhan Muqian, and whispered, "I have no impression of her... she is one of my nutritionists?"

  Zhan Mu Qian seemed to be very disdainful, and made a sound similar to sneers from his nose.

Just listen to the woman kneeling on the ground speaking in a hoarse voice: "Madam, that medicine...you gave me the medicine. Tell me. Put it in the medicated porridge you take at noon every day. I asked you what it is. Medicine, you only said that this medicine is colorless and tasteless, and it will not be noticed when you use it. As long as I act in a low-key manner, there will be no problems. You also gave me a deposit of 300,000 yuan, saying that it was after the incident was completed. Send me the balance of 200,000 yuan, I am a little worried, but you threatened me, saying that if I dare not listen to your instructions, I will not get mixed up in the nutrition and medical circle..."

  Mianmian's eyes widened in surprise, so that her pupils were enlarged.

"You...what are you talking about? I haven't spoken to you at all. I don't even know who you are or what name you are, so why would I give you money? Why do you say that? Someone bought you? What kind of medicine, Tell me clearly what kind of medicine is it?!"