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

  Mianmian can hardly imagine what he calls interesting.

How interesting is   ?

  But she looked at the smile in Zhan Muqian's eyes.

  Finally, he nodded in cooperation and fate.

  Zhan Muqian pinched her two slender wrists and handcuffed her with his own hands.

   Then he pulled her up from the ground gently and forcefully.

   "But me, I..."

  The man chuckled, "I know, you want to say that you have just had an operation, and the recovery period will take a month, eh?"

  Mianmian bit her lip, not knowing what will be waiting for her.

  Zhan Mu Qian's tone was rare and gentle, and coaxed, "Don't worry, you relax, as long as you are good, I won't hurt you."

  Mianmian didn't believe him at all in her heart.

   But what can be done, you can only pretend to believe that in fact you will accept your fate.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian folded her hands, squeezed her wrists and pulled her to the floor-to-ceiling window, and put her hands on the floor-to-ceiling window.

He touched her head, gentle and authentic, "Look, this is the 108th floor, the tallest building in Jincheng. It has a great view and overlooks the whole city. It is noisy during the day and magnificent at night. This is Jincheng. The best angle of view, now only I can observe here. Once, your father could also."

  Mianmian doesn’t know what he means by showing off.

  I just think this man is very strange.

   He was completely unfamiliar, unlike the former Zhan Muqian she was familiar with.

  She was very scared.

  He leaned over and kissed the girl's profile.

  Unlock her with big hands...

  Cotton cotton close your eyes.

  She is ashamed.

  She was scared.

  Although this is indeed the highest place in the entire city.

  No one can see.

  But this is floor-to-ceiling window after all.

  Looking at the outside from here, it is very clear.

  Mianmian knows that the presidential palace building is extremely confidential.

  Looking into the building from the outside, it must be pitch black and nothing can be seen.

  This window is not an ordinary window.

  It is impossible to peek from the outside.

  But even so.

  It still feels like it’s in an exposed place...

  Dirty.

  ……

  As soon as she closed her eyes, Zhan Muqian commanded in a serious tone, "Open it."

   "Such a beautiful scenery, it would be a shame not to appreciate it."

  Mianmian wants people, how dare to disobey him.

   So he opened his eyes.

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian temporarily let go, walked not far away, and turned on the camera on the computer.

   "Be good, look back."

  Mianmian looked back blankly and obediently.

   was surprised to see that he was facing the camera that was recording.

  She was flustered, her cheeks flushed.

  He chuckled, "Say hello to the camera, eh?"

  Mianmian bit her lip, her legs trembling.

  Zhan Mu Qian walked back to the French window without hurries.

   Stretched out his hand and drew the belt around his waist gracefully.

  Mianmian looked out the window.

  She feels that at this moment, she is the lowest and most dignified person in the world...

  A **** like Zhan Muqian...

  How does he deserve to be president?

  How does he match?

  He can't even match a finger of Jiang Xun.

  ……

Two hours after   .

  Mianmian has withstood the unimaginable.

  She has suffered enough.

  The face is full of tears, and the small face is red and swollen.

  Zhan Muqian still cocked her face from time to time to make her smile at the camera.

  The man facing the camera seems to be more excited than usual...

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