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

  Tossing a meal until dark.

  Fortunately, Zhan Muqian hasn't returned yet, so he waited silently after the cotton was packed.

  Although I was wearing gloves when peeling shrimps and crabs, but the technical content of cotton was not too hard, I still pierced my fingers in several places.

  Aunt Qiao took the medicine box and gave her medicine.

  I feel distressed and guilty while applying medicine.

   "I knew I shouldn't let your wife cook, especially you shouldn't let your wife do this kind of rough work, this hand is broken... How can a little girl do this kind of work?"

   "When I am seen by Mr. Zhan later, I have to scold me to death, maybe I will be driven, madam, I think I am going to be unemployed..."

Mianmian was overjoyed, "It's okay! Aunt Qiao, don't persuade you! You are covered by me! I am unemployed and you can't lose your career. Moreover, this little injury is nothing, it doesn't hurt at all! Aunt Qiao, did you make it? , I used to fight gangs a lot, I used one to ten, I just picked up the bottle of wine..."

"Mr!!!!"

  Aunt Qiao's eyes were torch, staring at the tall and upright man at the door, so excited that she almost didn't reach out to cover his wife's mouth.

  Mianmian was talking energetically, but she was suddenly interrupted, and she suddenly looked like an aggrieved little bastard, and her whole person was not good.

  Zhan Mu Qian frowned slightly at first, and even though his face became cold, he walked straight towards the stairs with no expression.

Mianmian almost bounced off the sofa, and a little squirrel jumped in front of him, her petite body blocked in front of him, her little eyes looked at him grievously, and her voice was very soft and authentic: "You are back, you are hungry. Well, let's eat..."

  It took a long time for the cold and awkward man to slowly lower his eyes and glance at her coldly, with a cold voice: "I'm not hungry."

  This is obviously a refusal. Seeing the man is about to go upstairs.

   Aunt Qiao said uncontrollably, "Sir, let’s eat something, it’s not good for the stomach to be hungry for too long, and this meal..."

  She was stopped by Mianmian's fierce little eyes before she finished her voice.

  The atmosphere is a bit strange in an instant.

  Zhan Mu Qian seemed to realize that something was wrong, but he could not tell what was wrong.

  Mianmian has been with him for a long time, and although he can't be said to be very familiar with his temper, he is somewhat certain.

  If you want to divide the anger level of the war leader, you can basically divide it into three levels.

  First, he will change his face, and then he will give her a few words, which is the slightest anger value.

  The second class is like this. He is obviously displeased, with a look on his face, saying that he is like a majestic veteran cadre, it is OK, but if he is like a twisted young master, it is almost like this...

  The third class...The anger value is overwhelming, and the countermeasures have not been developed yet. This is the highest anger level that is difficult to estimate.

   And his appearance right now is just second-class.

  Mianmian felt that she was still able to parry, so after she stopped Aunt Qiao, she stood on her toes.

  Boldly stretched out his arms, two small paws firmly encircled his neck.

Called him softly, "Well, uncle, I have been waiting for you to come home. I haven't eaten dinner yet, and I haven't eaten good lunch yet. Seeing that I have been waiting for you for so long, why don't you eat a little with me? "

  Mianmian keenly observed all the subtle expressions on his face.

  Although he was still expressionless, his eyes were clearly drawn when he heard that she had been hungry.

  The little vixen felt that there was a play, so she seduced her family's war elders and refused to let go...