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

  Mianmian’s face froze, and his eyes were full of misunderstanding.

  She stared at the cruel smile on Zhan Muqian's face, and she couldn't figure out what he was smiling at.

  When they first met.

  She is an unscrupulous girl who smokes, drinks, eats, drinks, and gambling.

  And he is the uncle of a calm gentleman.

  When they get along, she is always making trouble. He will only scold her occasionally after he laughs enough.

  But why now...

  She feels that Zhan Muqian is becoming more and more like a childish prankster.

   is like being snatched away from the favorite toy.

  Or more like his favorite pet...The temperament has changed drastically, it is not what he likes, and he is no longer willing to lie down in his arms docilely and obediently.

  He is like a stubborn, grumpy boy.

   Repeatedly want to change the pet back to its original appearance.

  Even if this pet has grown up overnight, he can no longer be gentle by rubbing his head tenderly and lovingly, nor can he become obedient by pinching it twice.

  He knew what the pet he wanted was like.

  So even if it scars it or even tortured to death, he wants the pet to change back to its original appearance.

  ……

  It's a pity.

  It's impossible.

  Unless everything in the world is over.

  Unless she died and was born again.

  Nothing can return to the starting point.

   will never be possible.

  ……

  Aunt Qiao’s porridge in broth was sprinkled on the bedding very close to her.

  The thick scent of the bone soup comes out.

  Mianmian’s dinner has not been fully digested yet.

  She smelled such a fragrant smell, not only was she not hungry, but she also retched a few times with nausea.

  Zhan Muqian looked at her reaction, his expression even worse.

  He arbitrarily threw the bowl that he brought upstairs from the kitchen carefully on the ground.

   Immediately reached out and pinched her chin.

  The force is very heavy.

  Mianmian resisted the urge to retching, pulled the corners of her lips, and smiled weakly.

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted, his face sullen.

His thin lips opened slightly, and his words were full of cruel words, "Do you still have a smile? I warn you, don't fool around with Gong Qiao, even if he is a useless person and can't tell you, I have to beware of you. My hat is dyed."

  Mianmian's chin was very painful by him.

  In the past, even if he pinched her, he wouldn't be so hard.

  It seems that she is completely ignorant of whether she will hurt or not, and does not treat her as a girl at all.

  Zhan Muqian now regards her as an enemy.

  The extreme deterioration of the relationship seems to have started when she did the ligation.

  She bit her lip, her voice was low, but every word was clear and round.

  "You pinched me to hurt me. Can you be lighter? If you are making me hurt on purpose, it is better to hit me directly. Anyway, I haven't suffered."

  Zhan Mu Qian suddenly let go, but his face was even darker and crippled.

"Jiang Mianmian, I warn you, even if you are not Mrs. Zhan right now, you are still mine. Only I can beat you. If you dare to let another man touch you, no matter who it is, I will let that man do you. Go to hell, and then send you to a nightclub to pick up guests. You don’t need to sit on a high platform. You can just be a low-grade girl who can get on for a few hundred dollars. You won't be pregnant, eh?"

  Mianmian has heard all kinds of ugly humiliations from him, and now seems to be used to it.

  She smiled, "Mr. President treats his ex-wife like this, really...he is so stingy."