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

  Mianmian’s white and clean face does not have the slightest ripples.

  She just looked at Zhan Muqian quietly, before opening her mouth for a long while, and gave a disgraced "Oh".

  The attitude is cold, and there is no **** in his eyes.

Zhan Muqian stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, "I still have some work to do. You should take a shower yourself. I will ask Aunt Qiao to change you into thicker clothes, and then we will have dinner together. You are obedient. ,Okay?"

  He stared into Mianmian’s eyes, and only saw determination and indifference in her eyes.

  But in her seemingly flat eyes... there was a vague sense of uneasiness.

  Zhan Mu Qian was really too busy, didn't have much time to coax her, and didn't have much energy to control her not to make trouble.

  His tone is very gentle, even a little coaxing in a low voice.

  As long as she doesn't make trouble, as long as she is obedient.

  Mianmian didn't say a word, but she seemed to be very well-behaved, so she sat motionless and watched him go out.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian walked to the small conference room and started a video conference, which ended in about forty minutes.

  He was thinking of Mianmian, and wanted to accompany her to dinner after he was finished.

   But when she walked back to the main bench door and entered, she didn't even see her.

  He walked out the door sternly and rushed downstairs to call out a few times.

  The servants and butlers from the presidential palace hurried over.

  A small number of servants from the original private house followed, and many of them were highly paid professional employees in the presidential palace.

  They are not very familiar with the new president, and even less familiar with the president’s wife.

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was straightened, his thin lips pressed slightly, "Where is the wife?"

  The servant looked at each other, "Didn’t the madam still rest in the bedroom just now..."

  Mr. President’s face changed suddenly, and he almost roared, "Yes, so I asked you where she is now?!"

  …………

  The first time I saw the President lose my temper.

  Everyone is silent.

  His face is really horrible, which makes people suspicious.

  If the wife can’t be found... the presidential palace will be upended tonight.

  Everyone was dispatched together, but fortunately, things were not as bad as they thought.

  The President's wife did not run far, but a corner outside the high walls of the Tibetan mansion.

  She has thin clothes, just squatting down, shivering in the corner of the wall.

  Zhan Muqian's mood is almost about to explode.

  He had even thoughts of murder, but the moment he saw her, he didn't dare to attack randomly.

  He strode forward, slowly squatting down, and stroking her thin shoulders with his big hands.

   Her voice was dumb, and she tried her best to endure her temper and asked her, "Mianmian, why did you run out again without saying a word? It scared me, everyone is looking for you, you know?"

  Mianmian hugged her knees, saying nothing, indifferent.

  Zhan Muqian touched her hair.

  The temperature is too low, and her hair is cold.

  He sighed as if there was nothing, but in the end he didn't want to say anything serious, so he hugged her up.

  Mianmian was like an injured little beast, fluttering and struggling in his arms.

   "I don't want to go back, I don't want to live here! You let go, you get me back a hundred times, and I will run out a hundred times. Don't waste your effort, okay!"

  Zhan Muqian was scratched by her, let go and put her on the ground.

  His face was pale, and he asked in a deep voice, "You are tossing so much for divorce, aren't you, Jiang Mianmian, are you sure you can live without me?!"

  【1Further, um, Mianmian is determined to divorce. . . 】