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

  Even if it is a **** who has been tired and discarded by him.

  ……

  The servant probably watched her stand unsteadily, so he supported her, and wanted to help her sit down on the sofa first.

   Ke Mianmian smashed them away with a weak force.

   Stumbled upstairs by himself.

  Every step is so difficult for her, in the end, she barely got back to the room by kneeling and crawling.

  She knows how embarrassed she is now.

   also knew that this miserable situation was seen in the eyes of the servant, and might not help but ridicule.

  But she didn't care anymore.

  Even in the most embarrassing posture, she just wants to crawl back to her room quickly.

   Hide.

   Hide.

  Hide forever.

  Never see anyone again.

  Never touch anyone again.

  She just wants to be alone.

  In this dirty and cruel world.

  Everyone can deceive her and humiliate her.

  She alone does not know how.

  Only oneself is safe.

  She only has herself.

  I will never abandon myself.

  Mianmian curled up on the carpet as soon as she closed the door.

  She opened her arms and hugged herself.

  No one will hug her again, give her a touch of comfort and warmth.

  Dad won’t wake up anymore.

  Gong Qiao also left.

   Qiqi, has disappeared for a long, long time.

  Perhaps she finally managed to evade Chi Yu and finally live the life she likes.

  In short, no one will warm her anymore.

  She only has a half-crippled self.

  A dead soul.

   is just a shattered and dying body...

  …………

  She thought that the scumbag Zhan Muqian would not come to see her any time soon.

  She thought that something so disgusting had happened, and he would have no face.

  Unexpectedly, he is the president of a country, but he has no dignity and no bottom line.

  He really appeared soon.

  The door of the room was pushed open by him.

  The goal is for the girl to curl up on the carpet with her two legs bare.

  Zhan Mu Qian's eyes were dull.

  There was no sound for a long time.

  Her white thighs were covered with their own bruises.

  At first glance, it is the mark pinched by Bae Jun with his hand.

  There was a moment of panic at his feet, and he didn't stand still, and he took a half step backward.

  Although he barely stood firm soon, his brain is still struck by lightning.

  He breathed deeply.

  Remind myself.

  He has ended his withdrawal treatment.

  He has forgotten all the happiness and pain Jiang Mianmian brought to him.

  This woman has no relationship with him anymore.

  This is just one of his, unsentimental ex-wife.

  And still, the daughter of a political enemy.

  He should have no mercy on her.

  She deserves it.

  It was Jiang Xun’s daughter who called her.

  These are retribution.

  He did nothing wrong.

  Zhan Muqian is like a sculpture.

  Stand upright at the door for a few minutes.

  When you take a deep breath again.

  He felt that he had mostly contained it.

   But in the next instant, he broke through.

  It seems that all the previous treatment and self-control have collapsed.

  He rushed up crazy and picked up the petite and fragile woman on the carpet.

  Mianmian kicked at him with his feet.

  Struggling like a little madman, he is not allowed to pick himself up.

  Zhan Muqian's eyes kept falling on his scarred thigh.

  His face was cyan, his eyes gradually turned scarlet——

  He suddenly tore open her trench coat.

   found that she was wearing only nei pants, and he clearly remembered that she was wearing jeans on the helicopter.

  He clenched his fist and trembled.

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