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

  Mianmian stared at him, watching the uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

  We can’t really see that he is a bit unhappy...

   She lowered her eyes with some guilty conscience, her heart was clearly confused, but she still pretended to play with her fingers calmly.

  It took a while for Zhan Mu Qian to laugh, and his tone was indeed a bit disgusting: "I gave birth to a face full of cleverness, I didn't expect to be so stupid..."

  Mianmian raised his jaw and stared in surprise.

  What the hell.

  He called her stupid? !

   "It's clearly your sister-in-law who is bullying people, and you think I'm stupid..."

  The man squinted his eyes, and gently picked her up and pushed her into his arms.

   Isn’t **** cotton just a idiot who is strong in the outside world?

  If it’s been many years, it’s okay, and it’s inevitable that there will be quarrels between women and women.

  But she only came here for the second time, and Fang Hui had lived at home for so many years.

   is another girl who can be her elder's sister-in-law in terms of age alone. If she is another girl, she must not dare to talk back to Fang Hui easily.

  But...Since they are all topped, that's all.

  His big hands are still ravaged with cotton hair.

  She is used to being strong, probably because for her, she can only be a little bit stronger in order to be less wronged.

  Mianmian pressed her face to his chest, and could not hear him for a while.

   raised his eyes suspiciously and stared at him: "Why don't you speak?"

  Zhan Mu Qian shook his head, with an exaggerated expression of emotion:

  "Fortunately, you are marrying me. You are so temperamental. I don't know who is used to it. If you marry someone else... most of you will be bullied and you can't cry."

  Mianmian rolled his eyes.

  Actually...Isn't he used to it yet?

  If he was not with her just now, but she was alone, I am afraid she would not dare to be too cruel.

  ……

  Seeing that the little thing has calmed down, and no longer makes a fuss about leaving.

  Zhan Muqian said in a flat tone: "I'll go downstairs first, and you will stay in the room. I will ask the butler to bring you some snacks. You can play by yourself, behave."

  Mianmian nodded, knowing in her heart that she was making trouble just now, and Zhan Muqian might go down and apologize for her considering the overall situation.

  She feels that she has gotten into trouble and wants Zhan Muqian to help her with the aftermath, and she can't help but feel a little guilty...

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian went downstairs, and the butler whispered to him: "The chief has returned to the study to rest."

  He nodded slightly, and saw Jiang Li sitting beside Fang Hui on the sofa in the hall, sobbing and crying. Fang Hui’s face was full of distress, and he handed her paper towels from time to time.

  He downplayed and said: "Sister-in-law, Mianmian has spoken a little bit, I will let her calm down in the room."

  Fang Hui's face is not good, and he is silent.

   "However," he chuckled slightly, "Mianmian is a big daughter in the presidential palace after all. Everyone allows her to talk to her on weekdays. My sister-in-law speaks badly. Mianmian still looks at the face of the old chief..."

   Fang Hui's face was green.

   Jiang Li was guilty of conscience and did not dare to speak, but she cried silently, as if she was wronged by the heavens.

  Fang Hui snorted coldly, and said in a weird manner: "The wife who just passed the door with you still gave me a face? Mu Qian, your wife is really worthy of marriage."

  Not only has the identity of the daughter of the president, but also relies on his youthful mouth to be so domineering and arrogant in the Zhan Family Mansion.

  Zhan Muqian said: "She has just grown up and is still a child who hasn't grown up. Does her sister-in-law have to have the same knowledge as her?"

Fang Hui was speechless, unable to speak more powerfully.

  ……

  Mianmian leaned on the sofa to play with her mobile phone, and Zhan Muqian pushed the door in, grabbing her little hand and dragging the person up.

   "What are you doing?!"

  He smiled but didn't smile: "Go to the study, the old chief wants to play chess with you."