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

  The **** cotton is hanging down the eyelids, and the long and dense eyelashes are like two cute little brushes, hanging down low.

  She bit her lip without saying a word, but the careful liver on the left side of her chest seemed to be stimulated suddenly, thumping and thumping.

   Vigorously beating.

  Can't wait for the girl's answer.

  Zhan's first long song raised her long fingers, pinched her tender face with no weight, and his tone became a little heavier: "Jiang Mianmian."

  Mianmian was forced to raise his eyes, wrinkling his nose and staring at him.

  The corner of the man’s lips twitched slightly, and suddenly he squeezed her hand and pressed her own chest: “Touching your own conscience, Mianmian, you obviously like what I like so much, and you still get divorced all day long. Is it against your heart?

  Mianmian rolled his eyes at him.

  Wipe!

  Who said she liked him?

  You still like it so much? !

   She wrinkled her nose angrily: "Uncle, this is not conscience, this is Mimi..."

  Zhan Muqian: "..."

  ……

  Jiang Mianmian deeply felt that she had sprained her ankle. This incident was actually a blessing in disguise.

  I thought that she was defeated when she ran away from home. She would definitely have no good results when she was captured by Zhan Muqian, but because she was injured, it seemed that the matter would not stop.

  Not only that, she doesn’t have to go to school, and can be raised in bed grandiosely.

  Mianmian was still dreaming when she slept three poles in the day. ZZzz…(.-ω-)..ooO

  In her dream, she was extremely hungry and seemed to have lost her way. She was looking for food aimlessly, and subconsciously told her that she should get up to eat.

  She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them habitually. She saw a bunch of soft buns at the end of the bed in the mist, which made her feel completely sleepy.

  "Little Bun" is non-aggressive, blinking her cute eyes, her milky voice said, "Miss Sister, the sun is basking, you finally woke up."

  Jiang Mianmian's sprained foot is unconscious, but his head hurts...

   Wipe, is her life a fantasy?

  She scratched her hair, and spoke as calmly as possible: "Chen, Chenchen kids, what are you doing, why are you in my room?"

   Ruan Jingchen blinked and replied with an innocent look: "Godfather asked me to wake you up. I called you for half an hour. About your snoring is too loud, I can't hear me calling you..."

  Mianmian’s face changed slightly: "I, how could I snore?!"

   Ruan Jingchen raised the minipad in his hand, “Sister, I’ve recorded it, do you want to show it to you?”

   "...No, no need!" She would never believe that she snored while sleeping!

  I found out that I was still wearing a suspender nightdress, and that the boy in front of me was a little boy...

  Jiang Mianmian hurriedly put on his robe, and when he was about to speak, the door was pushed open.

  Zhan Muqian, who was in a straight military uniform, had obviously packed up and was about to go out. He reached out and rubbed the girl's head.

   "Does the foot still hurt?"

  Mianmian was a little embarrassed in front of the children, and shook her head hastily, "It doesn’t hurt, you...when did your son come here, don’t you need to go to kindergarten today?"

  He hasn't spoken yet, Chenchen said in a very milky voice: "Sister, godfather said that you are injured and can only be at home. It will be very boring, but godfather wants to go to the army, so let Chenchen play with you..."

   "..." Jiang Mianmian was dumbfounded and asked a four-year-old boy to play with her?

  Zhan Muqian held her waist, and kissed her on the forehead without anyone else, "Hey, get up and eat if you have enough sleep."

  Mianmian received an electric shock, with a small hand on his chest, pushing him hard, and asked in a low voice, "You are crazy, why kiss me?"