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

   (plus more, 43)

  Mianmian is not superstitious or afraid of ghosts, but it is really dark here. Since he closed the door, there is no light at all.

  She was so scared that she finally got up on her sore legs and touched the switch on the wall of the doorway. She turned it on and off several times, but still didn't respond at all.

  It seems that there is not only no heating in this room, but also no electricity...

  Or perhaps Zhan Muqian, a big bitch, deliberately cut off the switch here.

  Mianmian slammed the door, and finally felt a little bit soft. Her voice was thin and low, "Let me go out, it's so dark and cold..."

  ……

  Cotton cotton curled up in a daze in the small black room in the attic.

  Zhan Muqian disinfected himself with alcohol. Even if he was a soldier, he was not invulnerable.

  The little lioness took a vicious and poisonous bite, almost biting a small piece of meat from him.

  The wound is really serious. It took a long time to stop the bleeding after cleaning. The bright red blood completely soaked several pieces of sterilized cotton.

  The servants were waiting on the sidelines, all shocking.

  It’s hard for anyone to think how his husband was hurt like this...

  Who can hurt him so badly.

  This is even worse than getting shot.

Although Mrs.    is a violent temper, she is a thin and small one, where is the opponent of the war chief.

  The servant was puzzled, but he didn't dare to open his mouth and ask.

  Wait until he finally stops bleeding, before bandaging himself.

  The younger servants were also courageous and couldn't help but say, "Mr. is seriously injured. If it is infected, it will be troublesome. Would you like to ask the doctor to come over?"

  Zhan Mu Qian looked serious, waved his hand, and said nothing.

  The servant didn't dare to say much, so he hurriedly retreated.

  He had a straight face, looking like an officer who had been defeated, his handsome face was covered with dark clouds, as if the worst had happened.

   is nothing like a new president who has just taken office.

   is less like a high-spirited young man.

  There is a mess in the study, and he originally had a bunch of urgent official duties to be dealt with.

  I don’t feel any mood now, the whole person is sitting on the sofa in the bedroom like an ice sculpture.

  He should first shut down Jiang Mianmian's daring stupid thing for a day and night to make her remember.

  But my mind is full of her...

  I thought that she didn’t even wear pants. How could it be better if her knee hurts after freezing rheumatism in that small dark room.

  ……

  Aunt Qiao was also very afraid of Zhan Muqian's anger at first.

   hesitated for a long time and did not dare to go upstairs.

  She could hover at the top of the stairs with her wife's fluffy pants for a long time.

  Thinking about it...Mr. should rest, maybe he won’t pay attention to her.

  Aunt Qiao kept walking up the attic and turned the door handle carefully, only to find that the door was locked from the outside with a key.

  Although she is a housekeeper, the keys are usually kept in a special place. At this time, it should be put away by Mr. Zhan.

  She couldn't open the door, she became more anxious, knocked on the door, her voice worried and said, "Madam, how are you, what do you say?"

  Mianmian didn’t fall asleep. Originally, her top was dressed tightly, but her trousers were stripped by Zhan Muqian, so she was terribly cold in a room without heating.

  The temperature in Jincheng at night is now more than ten degrees Celsius. She must be shivering with cold without wearing pants.

I thought I was going to spend the night in this small dark room. Suddenly I heard Aunt Qiao’s voice at this moment. She was also a little surprised, and her voice trembled, "Joe, Aunt Qiao...Is that you? Open the door. Without lights, I’m a little scared, and it’s still cold. Will you open the door..."