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

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  Jiang Mianmian rolled his eyes.

  A few meanings, is she his soldier? Order her to do this at every turn and not allow her to do that.

  Obviously he himself is only twenty-nine years old, but in his bones he is more rigid than the old antique!

   However, although she disliked Zhan Muqian's completely commanding attitude and tone.

  But he clearly followed his eyes.

  Since she stumbled and fell down the stairs, the look on his entire face changed.

  That dignified look...Tsk, 80% of those who don’t know think something has happened to the Ministry of Defense of Country A.

   Isn’t it just twisting your ankle, as for the tension?

   Although Jiang Mianmian's EQ is not too high, she also understands the truth that caring is messy.

  She was also different from him. She wrinkled her small nose and mumbled: "It's broken without beating, Uncle Chief, do you have a domestic addiction?"

  The doctor and the assistant smiled awkwardly, but they didn't dare to say anything. They were chilling.

  Zhan Mu Qian waved them back.

  The room was empty, and there were only two of them left in an instant.

Mian Mian stared at Zhan Muqian’s cold face, and suddenly exclaimed in a delicate voice: "Ah, it hurts, what should I do? I didn’t buy a small skirt, and a lot of small meat was not soaked..."

  Before speaking, the man walked forward with a calm face, holding her right foot in his big hand and looking nervously, his tone was suspicious: "It really hurts? The doctor just said it's okay..."

  Mianmian pouted: "Hey, it's all swollen into pig's feet, can it not hurt?"

  Zhan Chief's complexion became more dignified, and his eyes darkened.

   "Uncle, are you calling me?"

  She blinked, unceremoniously.

   "What?" The man twisted his eyebrows.

"It's just blowing and blowing. It was you who threatened me and said that I was going to enter me two hundred times. My legs were so frightened. If it weren't for you, can I run? Can I fall like this without running? Blow, baby hurts."

  Mianmian said without shame, his eyes did not leave the man's handsome face for a moment.

  She was enjoying every half-truth when she called out pain, Zhan Muqian twitched his pupils, as if the person who was in pain was himself.

  Zhan Chief's body was a bit stiff and he was obviously hesitant, but in the end he followed her wish, holding the girl's soft feet and blowing lightly.

  Mianmian looked at him...

  Somehow, the evil fire that was stuck in her chest and lungs for the past two days was so angry that she wanted to kill, so she disappeared inexplicably.

At any rate,    is the most prestigious war leader in country A. People outside can't imagine that he would be killed if he was killed. He would actually hold a little woman's white feet and "whoop" to her without complaint.

  Mianmian shyly retracted her feet, but her two small arms were raised high, encircling the man's neck.

   "Uncle, I broke, don't you feel so distressed?"

  Zhan Mu Qian's pupils dimmed, and his face was stiff and said: "You do it yourself, what do I feel sorry for?"

  The soft little arm goblin generally entangled him, pulling his stalwart body closer——

She leaned in his ear and blew lightly, half tempting and half mischievously ranting: "Obviously, I feel so distressed, but she is always fierce, scolding, threatening me... Uncle Zhan, in fact, you like Mine, I mean... the kind of love men have for women..."

After talking, she didn't wait for Zhan Muqian to refute.

  Small soft hands do evil, and boldly explored...

  "Uncle, you still don’t feel sorry for me, my mouth is hard, but my body is honest~"