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

  Gong Qiao heard that, the color of his entire face changed.

  Mianmian is also full of doubts.

  She and Gong Qiao have been playing together for more than ten years...

  Uncle Gong, what's wrong with this? !

   Seeing that Gong Qiao’s face was obviously a little awkward, Mianmian opened his mouth first, his voice was neither high nor low, but every word was very clear.

   "Uncle Gong, Gong Qiao and I grew up playing in elementary school, and between us...is it necessary to reach the point where men and women are not kissed?"

   Gong Ming is probably because of her face, and she doesn’t want to argue with Jiang Mianmian, a girl.

  Gong Qiao finally pulled Mianmian out, and the two got into his sports car and the car galloped out.

  Mianmian looked at Gong Qiao sideways, and it was rare to see his dignified face and obviously a bad mood.

   She tempered her temper and asked in a gentle tone, "These few days... are you not answering my call because of Uncle Gong?"

   Gong Qiao didn't say a word for a while, and the car drove out for a long time, until he waited for the red light.

  He only admitted, "Yes, my dad didn’t know what medicine he took wrong, so he suddenly forbidden me to contact you and threw a lot of business to me to talk about. Are you okay, call me in an emergency?

  Not seen in just a few days, but Mianmian feels that Gong Qiao has a heavy burden on him, and he looks very stressed.

  Thinking that a few months ago, when they were still in high school, Gong Qiao was still a young man who only knew how to pick up girls while blowing water.

  How long has this been, how can he seem to be a different person.

  Mianmian felt that Gong Qiao was being pressed by a big mountain, and she couldn't even bear to tell him the situation of Qiqi.

   So she shook her head, "Neither, but you keep not answering my phone, I am a little anxious..."

  Gong Qiao drove the car into the basement of the mall they used to go to, and parked the car.

  He then turned to comfort her, "I'm fine, I'm just a little busy, how are you, you and Zhan Muqian..."

  Mianmian heard the hesitation in his words and stopped, "What happened to me and him?"

Gong Qiao looked at her healthy ruddy complexion, but couldn't say anything, but rubbed her hair, "It's okay, you're fine, I'm relieved, I heard that Xiao Qi is back, have you met before? ?"

  Mianmian's face was crumpled, "Actually, I keep calling you just to discuss with you. Qiqi is pregnant, and she is pregnant with a late child..."

  ……

  From afternoon to dark, Mianmian had dinner with Gong Qiao before going back.

During   , she just called Aunt Qiao and said that she would not go back for dinner tonight.

  At about nine o'clock, Gong Qiao drove Mianmian to the door of Zhan Muqian’s private house.

  Mianmian got out of the car, her face wrinkled, and she seemed unhappy.

   Gong Qiao asked, "What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

  Mianmian shook his head, "No, I'm still worried about Xiao Qi, then I'll go back first... You, don't stop answering my calls in the future."

   Gong Qiao frowned, and responded in a low voice, "I see."

  ……

  Mianmian just entered the door, and before two steps, he saw Zhan Muqian sitting on the sofa in the living room.

  He saw her with a cold face, and after a while, he asked calmly, "Where have you been?"

  Mianmian ignored him and prepared to go upstairs on his own.

  Zhan Mu Qian stood up fiercely, and caught her arm a few steps before catching up.

  "I asked where you were tonight and who you were with. I didn’t even greet you when you came back late. I didn’t even call and didn’t answer the phone. You have become better at you!"

  Mianmian's small face was tight, she rolled her eyes, and said angrily, "Chief Zhan, why are you nervous, afraid that I will run away with someone?"