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

  The driver of the ferry was pointed at his head with a gun, and the ferry operation console was finally controlled by Zhan Muqian.

  They drew the damaged ferry quickly to the shore.

  Mianmian was mentally prepared, but when she saw Zhan Muqian's cold and gloomy face appeared in front of her, she still couldn't help shaking.

  She pushed Gong Qiao away and walked to Zhan Muqian without hesitation.

   "Things are not what you see, you give me a chance to explain..."

  Mianmian sighed in such a low voice, obviously because each of Zhan Muqian's subordinates was equipped with a gun, and he was holding a gun in his hand.

  Mianmian can imagine the most terrible situation...

  That is a situation she absolutely cannot accept!

So she clasped a corner of Zhan Muqian's trench coat, softly pleading, "It's my fault, it's all my fault, I'm in a bad mood, you know, I was going to be bored at home a while ago. When I was depressed, I forced Gong Qiao to relax with me. It was all my fault. If you want to blame it, blame me..."

  Gong Qiao’s face was more terrifying than Zhan Muqian.

  He no longer looks like a young boy, but like a sophisticated adult man.

  "Zhan Muqian, I'm sorry, the thing is what you see, I want to take Mianmian out of Jincheng, because I have limited ability and poor planning. You rush to me and abuse women...I really don't count as a man!"

  Zhan Muqian actually smiled, he stretched out **** and pinched the cotton chin.

   "Madam, your friend is questioning my gender. Would you like to tell him in person, am I a man, eh?"

  Mianmian's spirit is very tight, and I feel like I will collapse at any time.

  Zhan Muqian smiled gently at her and rubbed her hair.

  The cold muzzle in his hand aimed at Gong Qiao's heart.

  Mianmian was frightened and cried immediately. She was crying, and she trembled with the bloodthirsty in Zhan Muqian's eyes.

With both small hands, she dragged the hem of his windbreaker, "No, please don't, I promise you, I will break off friendship with Gong Qiao, I will never see him again, delete his contact information, I swear! I will be obedient in the future. I will never quarrel with you again, and I will not fight with you anymore. Please let him go, Uncle Zhan, I beg you..."

  Mianmian almost knelt down at his feet.

   Ke Zhan Mu Qian hooped her waist, holding her body to prevent her from kneeling.

His voice mocked, "What's this? Madam, for the incompetent and stupid Young Master Gong, you have to kneel on me? Is it worth it? Swear or something, it's just a deception to the children. , It’s better for me or it directly ended up with him, what do you think?"

  Mianmian screamed, "No! Please don't!"

  Gong Qiao was also talking, probably taking the responsibility on his own.

   even deliberately spoke to anger Zhan Muqian.

Although Mianmian didn't want to listen to what he said specifically.

  But she knew that no matter what Gong Qiao said, it was to protect her from harm...

She cried and begged the man who was holding her waist, "This time I was wrong. I admit that I was wrong. You are angry and throw at me. You can take care of me whatever you want, but don't hurt Gong Qiao, please, really. Please, please, please..."

  Mianmian doesn’t know how many words she begged.

  I don’t know how many times his heart will ache.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian's hand gradually turned down, and then he hooked the girl's chin with a cold muzzle, and asked with a smile, "Would you like to go home with me obediently and run? Do you dare to run?"