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

  Miaoyu determined that the girl in the photo was not herself.

  But it didn’t seem to be relieved.

  She put the half-broken picture frame on the table easily, and she couldn't help running into the bathroom and staring at herself in the mirror.

  I am naturally the most familiar with myself...

  She is familiar with her smile, every subtle expression.

  She stared at the mirror for a long time and was finally convinced.

Ok……

  The woman in the second uncle’s wedding photo is indeed not her.

  But the question is...who is that woman?

Why does    look so so similar to her?

   Put aside different eyes.

  The similarity of the two faces is almost like identical twins.

  Dozens of suspicious questions popped up in her brain instantly.

  The feeling that all the doubts came to mind for a while made her very embarrassed.

  She couldn't help but reached out and rubbed her temples.

  No, she has to quickly ask...

  She must ask Zhan Muqian exactly what happened.

  …………

  Zhan Muqian learned that Miaoyu had lost his temper in the presidential palace, and couldn't rush back for a while.

  He had to wait for the things at hand to be processed before he went home.

  The housekeeper explained the situation, and then he went upstairs and walked directly to the study.

  The door of the study was locked, and the butler duly handed the key from behind.

  Zhan Muqian opened the study door with the key, and the goal was a mess...

  At first glance, it looks like it has been attacked by Godzilla.

  He straightened his face and said he was angry, he was really angry.

  Miaoyu was spoiled by him.

  Every time she loses her temper, he doesn't care about it, even indulging her to throw things in the room randomly.

  But she usually throws her own things every time before.

  It was the first time that he rushed into his study and threw something against him.

   But I really want to say that I am angry, as if he is not as angry as he thought.

  After all, compared to what happened to her and that banquet boy...

  To make a child's temper is really not a big deal in his eyes.

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian suppressed his temper and stepped forward, his voice low and serious: "Miaomiao, you dare to smash my things?"

  Miaoyu was lying on his big desk, staring at the wedding photo all the time.

  Zhan Muqian focused all of her attention on her for a while, not paying attention to the things on the table.

  She lay there motionless and said nothing.

  Zhan Mu Qian stretched out his hand and patted the top of her hair.

   "Jiang Miaoyu, are you deaf or dumb?"

  Miaoyu like a hindsight and slowly sit up and stand up.

  She raised her head, staring at him in a daze.

  She didn’t look like she had just lost her temper. She looked serious and seemed a little anxious.

  She cast her gaze on the photo and asked in a low voice, "Second Uncle, when did you take the wedding photo? Why did I never know..."

  Zhan Muqian only noticed the picture frame on the table.

  His face changed suddenly when he saw it.

   sternly reprimanded: "Where did you turn it out? Jiang Miaoyu, you dare to turn around my things, is it itchy?!"

  Miaoyu is not afraid of him at all.

   Although his face is a little pale, it is not because he is angry.

  Her little mouth said vaguely: "You tell me first, who is the woman who looks like me in this photo?"

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