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

  The doctor has a solemn face, and seems to be really afraid that this compulsive operation will cause death.

  However, from the beginning to the end, the face of the President who was sitting on the sidelines did not change.

  He glanced at the doctor helplessly, and said in a deep voice, "You go out first, and I will do ideological work for her."

  The medical staff present almost breathed a sigh of relief, and they were finally able to temporarily escape from this depressed and solemn room.

  However, Mianmian watched them take the door and leave.

   Ke Zhan Mu Qian's eyes seemed to have a bit of chill.

  In addition to the chill... there is also a fierce smile.

  She suddenly felt scared.

  Zhan Muqian certainly does not really have to be patient to do ideological work for her...

  She felt that Zhan Muqian was going to do something more abnormal to her.

  Mianmian opened her mouth, wanting to scream.

  But because of extreme tension, she couldn't make a sound for a while.

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes, smiling so sexually and evilly.

  He went to a scalpel smoothly, and the sharp blade shone like ice.

  Mianmian watched his actions in horror...

  He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, and then lifted her chin with the handle of the scalpel.

  Mianmian lost the ability to think for a while.

  Plus she was beaten with anesthetics.

  The limbs are stiff and difficult to move.

  He held her chin with the handle of the knife.

  The thin lips opened lightly, and the tone was full of impatience.

   "You have to make trouble with me, right? You haven't had enough trouble? Since Jiang Xun had a cerebral hemorrhage, you have not had any trouble, Jiang Mianmian, tell me, when are you going to make trouble, eh?"

  The cotton lips are shaking.

  Zhan Mu Qian looked dangerous, as if he would thrust a scalpel into her heart at any time.

  She thinks this man is like a dangerous violent now...

  At any time, she will do things that she can't imagine and can't bear.

   "I am not making trouble... I just don't want to be implanted with a tracker. I can't accept that I will wear a tracker in the future. I will be crazy..."

"I was wrong this time. I shouldn't drive to dangerous places without authorization, but I just wanted to go to T City, and the navigation on the car broke down. I didn't bring my mobile phone and got lost, so I drove to the wrong place... "

  She understood what the doctor said just now.

  Human trackers are usually used exclusively by national spies.

  Install it up, it must be inconvenient to take it down.

  It's not a limitation of medical technology, but the characteristics of the tracker's original design.

  If it can be removed by a simple operation, the spy is sent out to perform a mission, and the surveillance can be removed to escape control. Isn't it possible to collude with the enemy and treason at will?

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes, his complexion getting colder.

  The funny smile on his face is gone.

  He suddenly dropped the scalpel, slid down her waist, and cut her pants directly--

  Mianmian screamed subconsciously, "You, what are you going to do..."

  Zhan Muqian's face was pale, "In the final analysis, you still can't learn to be obedient. No matter what, you like to face me. When will you learn to obey, eh?"

  Cotton cotton legs are stiff.

   can only watch him cut her pants bit by bit, dangerous and cold knives are against the delicate skin of her thighs...

  He chuckled softly, “You can’t accept the implantation of the arm. It seems that you want me to implant the tracker... the place where you are most afraid of pain, huh?”

  Mianmian watched him cut through the thinnest and most intimate fabric under him...

  Her eyes were filled with despair, and finally she cried bitterly...

   "No, no, you are crazy, don't..."