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

  Mianmian stared blankly at him, looking at him in surprise and surprise.

  There is no extra emotion on the man's face, his expression is faint, but Mianmian feels his eyes are as deep and gentle as the sea.

  He returned to the cot by the cotton quilt, his eyes wink, but his two soft hands were placed on his shoulders obediently and meekly.

   "You... why did you come here? And it's too fast. It's only a few hours. Is it an express flight? Why are you flying so fast, like a dream..."

  The girl had a fever all night. Although it was only a low-grade fever, she was tortured with a headache after all.

  Now the whole person is also dizzy, and the moment I see him, it really feels like a dream.

  Zhan Muqian looked solemn and took the lead to test the temperature of her forehead. The temperature was not too high. The fever might have subsided, and there was a little sweat on her forehead.

  After confirming that this little thing that is not worrying is not a big problem, his face eased slightly.

  Long fingers squeezed the tip of Mianmian’s nose, "Before going out, I still promised to take good care of myself, Jiang Mianmian, you really can’t believe everything you say."

Mianmian frowned sadly, her small face wrinkled into a bun, she bit her lower lip and muttered weakly: "I'm afraid you say that to me, afraid that you will be fierce to me and scold me... so last night I didn't dare to tell you, but I was really fine, and the fever went down after taking the medicine."

The girl’s voice seemed a little weak due to illness, “Uncle, you’re a bit exaggerated, I’m just caught a cold, you just flew over...what should I do, you’re like this, I feel a little ashamed. "

  Mianmian is a real headache, and my head looks several times heavier than usual.

  She put her heavy head on Zhan Muqian's chest, and she couldn't say a lot of words in her heart for a while.

  She is not pretending to be a fool...

  But I am really a little ashamed.

  It’s also strange to say that such a shameless person, she would have such complex and humble emotions from the bottom of her heart.

  How busy is her head uncle.

  She doesn't understand, but she can guess.

  He never sleeps in, has a rigorous schedule, leaves early and returns late, not only busy with military affairs, but also frequently in and out of the cabinet to busy with government affairs.

  Mianmian watched Jiang Xun busy from childhood until she grew up.

  With the influence of Zhan Muqian in the military and political circles of country A, he will certainly not be less busy than Jiang Xun.

  Because she accidentally fell ill during the graduation trip, Zhan Muqian categorically put aside everything in Country A and flew over to visit her.

  Although he often relies on his pampering and reckless behavior.

   But I also know what he can do...

  Mianmian leaned in his arms, trying to act like a coquettish and cute to him as usual, but he was uneasy.

  Zhan Mu Qian squeezed her chin with long fingers.

  The tone is half suspicious and half teasing.

   "You will be ashamed too? You are sick. What's the use of being ashamed, little idiot."

  If it is usual.

  Mianmian will definitely talk back: You are an idiot, and your whole family is such an idiot.

  But now, she swallowed all the sadness and emotion in her abdomen.

  I can’t say a word of unnecessary nonsense.

  Zhan Mu Qian has a generation gap with her.

  But in my heart I understand what this little thing is thinking.

   Quiet for a long time, he touched her hot little face with distress.

  It's only three days, how can it feel like a little thinner.

   "I'm on vacation, I won't delay things."

   "That..." Mianmian wanted to ask how to fly so fast, and she only slept for five or six hours this time.

  Zhan Mu Qian kissed the tip of her nose: "I drove a helicopter."