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

  The kiss was lingering and unpredictable, and faintly revealed the anger and resentment on this man.

  Mianmian’s lips are delicate and tender, and he **** and gnaws them, almost torn.

  Clearly she felt aggrieved and felt that the victim had always been herself.

   Ke Zhan, what exactly is Mu Qian complaining about...

  She was puzzled, but felt that if the kiss continued, she would be kissed by him until she suffocated.

  ……

  Fortunately, Zhan Muqian found out that in the end, she still didn't kill her alive.

  Mianmian's small hand stroked her chest and couldn't help but smooth herself.

  Zhan Mu Qian got up directly from the bathtub, collapsed out, and walked out without looking back in his bathrobe.

Listening to the sound of him slamming the door shut, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  The water in the bathtub is automatically heated to maintain a constant temperature, but she is wearing thick cotton home clothes, all wet at this time, it looks very heavy and very cold.

  She slowed down by herself for two minutes, then silently crawled out of the bathtub, walked to the cloakroom to change clean clothes.

  Sit again at the dressing table and blow dry the wet hair again.

  While blowing, he whispered in his heart that Zhan Muqian was insane.

  Since he became president, I don’t know whether it was because of excessive psychological pressure or simply a psychological abnormality.

  In short, I think he is so strange.

  It’s fine if the weather is uncertain, and I deliberately ignored people. When I suddenly remembered arranging people, I deliberately tossed her to play with her.

  Mianmian didn’t understand either. He was obviously stunned, but isn’t she the one who should be angry.

  What is so annoying about him?

  Like an adolescent boy, so emotionally unstable.

  Most of the mental illness has committed again.

  She cursed secretly in her heart, and her hair was almost dry.

  Mianmian got up and walked out, only to leave when he slammed the door.

  Unexpectedly, he was sitting in front of the bed, as if he was still waiting for her.

  Mianmian is not going forward, nor is it standing stupidly.

  She was both scared and a little grateful.

  If he left, then tonight would be a waste of another night.

   Seeing that the end of the month will be soon, and the money to be given to the nursing home next month has not yet been paid.

  She was cruel.

  This time before Zhan Muqian spoke up, she quickly stepped forward.

   Slowly leaned down in front of him, half-kneeled, raised his little hand to ease the belt of his nightgown, and then gradually moved downward...

  Zhan Muqian's complexion was not good, not only stern, but also completely motionless.

  Mian Mian used to slept with him, although she would also take the initiative to tease him, but when she was actually working, Zhan Muqian took the absolute initiative. He didn’t take the initiative, and she didn’t even know how to continue.

  At this moment, she tried her best to recall the time when the two had made each other, she opened a small mouth and bit the skin on his chest.

   But no matter how hard she tried, the man was still cold, and he didn't mean to warm up at all.

  Mianmian was very frustrated, and felt that he was deliberate at all.

  I deliberately don't want her to make a penny.

  She didn't have any thoughts to continue, turned over and shrank in the corner of the bed boringly.

  Zhan Mu Qian suddenly laughed coldly, "Why, don't continue, are you just capable of this, eh?"

Although Mianmian felt very shameless, he still smiled and said frankly, "If Mr. President sincerely does not want me to make a penny, no matter how hard I toss, it will be a waste of energy."

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