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

  Chi Yu spoke very easily, holding a cigar between two slender fingers, taking a sip from time to time.

  He really looks like a cynical young master. All the hatred and killings are buried deep and deep by him, and ordinary people don't even have the opportunity to touch him.

  However, Zhan Muqian's handsome face is getting colder, and the temperature under his eyes is extremely cold.

  His thin lips opened slightly, as if he was a little angry, and said in a slightly threatening tone: "Chi Yu, I am not interested in your personal affairs, and have never touched the Gong family. Have you been today?"

  Chi Yu even stretched out his hands with an exaggerated and innocent look, "Don't dare, Chief Zhan, you are a person with an idea, how could I make your idea, but it is just a reminder of friendship.

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't know what he thought of, and glanced at the lounge behind Chi Yu.

  He is obviously very impatient, and his mouth is simple and rude, "Take care of yourself!"

  Chi Yu looked at his back as he turned and left.

   took a deep sip of cigar.

He squinted, and sneered with a tone of light and no light: "No matter how bad the little fairy and Jiang Xun’s relationship is, that is also her father. Waiting for the day Jiang Xun’s downfall... Are you sure she won’t cry and make trouble. Hang yourself three times, or even die in front of you altogether?"

  Chi Yu became the head of the entertainment group after retiring from the army.

   Yan Huan around him is fat and thin, and there are all kinds of women.

  Women are not actually afraid of men not loving her. Their deepest fear is being deceived and deceived.

  Women are always soft in front of men. Since they want to start, even if they want to cheat, why do they cheat so deeply?

  Just like Han Ting, Han Ting knew in his heart that he didn't love her at all.

  But still accompany him obediently as the perfect and most profitable shield.

  Chi Yu did not intend to give too much hope and fantasy to the little toy in the lounge.

  After all, people live by being awake, not by imaginary petting.

  ……

  The office door was slammed shut.

  The air condensed instantly, quietly as if the Chief of War had never visited before.

  ……

  By the door of the lounge, Xiao Qi leaned against the door with bare feet, clenched his fists involuntarily, shaking so badly that even his nails were stuck in the flesh.

  She heard what she shouldn’t have heard.

  She should be glad she heard it, but she would rather not hear it!

  Chi Yu put out the smoke and took a sip of water slowly.

  The moment he put down the cup, he got up and walked in the direction of the lounge.

  Xiao Qi jumped back on the bed like a frightened cat, hid in the quilt, curled up into a ball.

  She pretended to be asleep, silently praying that Chi Yu would not notice it.

   But the man's big hand suddenly touched her ankle, and then pinched her whole petite foot, patted the dust on her snow foot with a bit of disgust.

   "Look at you, running around barefoot, making my bed dirty."

   "..." Xiao Qi poked his head out of the quilt, and looked at him in horror.

  Chi Yu squeezed her chin, smiling affectionately.

   "How much did you hear, eh?"

  Xiao Qi's eyes were flushed, and finally couldn't help but snarled at the man.

The little hand pinched his neck fiercely, "What do you mean by those words? I heard it! I heard it all! Who is Zhan Muqian, what does he want to do, and what does he want to do? Why, why You are so cruel, you just tortured me, what did Mianmian do wrong? Tell me the truth, what will Zhan Muqian do with Mianmian in the end?"