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

  The cloud sells after the rain.

  Zhan Muqian put hot water in the bathtub, hugged her in and took a shower again.

  Mianmian was so tired that she fell asleep. She closed her eyes tightly, and her long and curly eyelashes were like two small brushes, which covered her eyes cutely.

  I was moisturized all night, and soaked in hot water again.

  The girl's petite body is completely tender and attractive pink.

  Zhan Mu Qian's eyes were hot, he quickly narrowed his eyes, and concentrated on helping her take a bath.

  ……

  Mianmian fell asleep in a daze, until Zhan Muqian helped her blow her hair, and the whistling wind of the hair dryer finally woke her up.

  He pressed her on his chest, leaned her firmly, and helped her dry her long curly hair skillfully and quickly.

Although the   hair dryer has a silent mode, there is still no way to keep her sleeping.

  Mianmian’s brain is awake little by little.

  After all, she didn’t drink alcohol tonight. The reason she went to sleep was just because she was too tired, physically and mentally unable to support it.

  After waking up, my physical strength has recovered a bit, and my brain has become more and more calm.

  ……

  If she had finally recovered her strength in the past, she would definitely give Zhan Mu Qian a severe lesson.

   Even if he can't be beaten to death, he must be beaten half-handicapped.

  But she clenched her fist, then slowly released it...

  Her nose is pantothenic, and her eyes are filled with warm liquid.

  Zhan Muqian's mind is full of smiles, indifferent and strong, and once again, he bullies her fiercely and heavily...

  Zhan Mu Qian turned out not to be like this.

  Her Uncle War...

  For months, I have treated her tenderly.

  Why is he suppressing her by force now, there is no room for maneuver.

  Mianmian lay motionless on his chest.

  Zhan Muqian quickly dried her hair.

  The hair quality of cotton is very fine and soft. Although it is a little messy, it is very soft. A little bit of your hand will make it neat and tidy.

  He conveniently put the hair dryer aside.

  The little thing in his arms was motionless, he only thought she was asleep, and wanted to lie down and sleep with her.

  But before he could move her, there was a damp heat in his chest.

  Zhan Mu Qian's body was slightly stiff, and his face changed slightly.

  He gently stroked Mianmian’s shoulder and pushed her away from his body.

  She really has two red eyes.

  The hot teardrops gushing out in large and large--

  Zhan Mu Qian felt a little flustered, and subconsciously hugged her tightly, "Little boy..."

  Mianmian did not struggle, so he was firmly held in his arms.

  His voice is low, "Don’t cry, are you hungry, do you want to have supper, I’ll go down and bring it to you, tell me what I want to eat?"

  She still said nothing.

  ……

  The master bedroom is very large.

  The atmosphere in the air just condenses.

  There was no sound for a long time.

  After a long time, Mianmian finally moved, she pushed him away with both hands heavily, and turned over to get out of bed.

  Zhan Mu Qian's eyes were solemn, stretched out his hand to grab her, and dragged her back.

   "Little boy, where are you going, it's late, okay?"

  Mianmian originally lowered his head.

  Heard what he said.

   only slowly raised her head, using her eyes that were as bright as stars, she stabbed him in a daze.

   "Don't call me a good boy, I'm not good at all."

  She laughed softly, "No matter what I do, in your eyes, I am not good enough. What I do will become your reason for bullying me..."

  Zhan Mu Qian's throat tightened and opened his mouth.

  His gaze accidentally caught Mianmian’s red knee, which was so red that it seemed to be hurt when he was kneeling...