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

  Mianmian is not afraid of being beaten, but feels the brain confused for a while.

  Zhan Muqian's relationship with her is not like this.

In the past he would be angry and even threatened to beat her, but at that time he was like an elder who taught his children. No matter how fierce his tone is, he still has no choice but to help her, but he can't help but spoil her. She spoiled her appearance.

  At this moment, everything he said seemed to be negotiating.

  He no longer accommodates her, let alone coaxes her as a child.

  Mianmian stared at his cold and unfamiliar eyes, telling her intuitively that she was now an ordinary woman in the eyes of Zhan Muqian.

  A woman who was played around in the palm of his hand.

  ……

She stood there and took a deep breath. When she spoke again, her tone was cold, and she relentlessly sarcastically said, "I found that you are not only a scumbag, but you are also very petty. Should you care about an inner-clothing? Zhan Muqian, don't you be so unwilling to be so unwilling because you have been sincere to me?"

  Zhan Muqian had almost no expression on her face. For a long time, he stretched out his hand to pinch her soft waist, kneading with the palm of his hand.

  Kneading her body gradually weakened...

  The curvature of the corners of his lips is full of malice, and the opening is even more astounding.

   "Naturally, a piece of clothing doesn't have to be counted so clearly. There is no way to count the relationship between you and me. You want to leave cleanly, is it possible?"

  Mianmian didn't understand where the irony in his tone came from.

  He was the one who worked out the calculations, and he was also the one who planned to destroy Jiang Xun.

  She was just deceived by him, and she never went with him.

  Why can his tone be so ironic? ! It seems that I can't distinguish myself in this life.

Zhan Muqian laughed when she looked at her face that was obviously out of control, "Little thing, in this life, if you want to separate from me, it is destined to be impossible. You can keep things you don't want to take away, but What you left... but you can't take it with you anymore, understand?"

  She stared at Zhan Muqian’s wicked and charming smile at the corner of her lips.

  I was racking my brains to wonder what the **** this man was laughing at.

  Until his sinful palm suddenly pulled the buttons of her jeans, pulled down the trousers chain, and plunged into it with the force of his beak-

   "You!!!" Mianmian's eyes widened in astonishment, but he almost made a sound of shame under his strong attack.

  She can only bite her lip and bear it passively.

  "Zhan Muqian, are you-mom sick! Get out! Get out!"

  She doesn't have a gun now, if she has one, she will be so angry that she will give him a few guns madly.

  However, at this moment, she was imprisoned in the arms of this tall and stalwart man. He smiled obviously with a little bit of pleasure in a villain's success.

"Don't forget, baby, how many times have you let me in here, do you still want to leave me completely? Is it possible, do you want me to make an appointment for you to make an appointment with the doctor to patch the membrane, not that it should be clean Go? You are so dirty by my play, how do you want to be clean, huh?"

  Mianmian was trembling all over, her hands clenched into fists, her nails sinking deeply into the flesh of her palms.

  "Zhan Muqian..." She shivered, gritted her teeth, "You rascal, perverted! Why didn't you kill me, you kill me if you have one!"

   [18 more, Uncle Zhan, you will be washed out like this! Ask for a monthly pass~]