Young General's Sweet Wife

His hand was still holding onto the scarf, but Mu Nuanzhou felt that he was grabbing onto her throat as well, causing her to find it difficult to breathe.

"Wu Yan isn't that kind of person. He only treats me like his sister. He's not as dirty as you think." She was still struggling to explain.

Xiao Zhan didn't want to hear another word. Disappointment, anger, jealousy, these many complicated emotions crossed his mind, and his temperament that he had restrained for a long time finally exploded.

"Enough!"

Mu Nuanzhou jumped up when he heard him.

"Mu Nuanzhou, remember this: I, Xiao Zhan, respect you, protect you, and do not force you to beg. I am patient with you, and this is definitely not to allow you to have an affair with another man!" With a low, angry growl, he flung the scarf he had taken off her neck into the mud by the side of the road.

The cold wind slowly entered Mu Nuanzhou's neck, but what caused her to shiver was not the biting cold air, but rather his barbaric actions.

She turned to pick up the scarf that had been lying in the mud.

Xiao Zhan gnashed his teeth in anger, retracted his gaze, and threatened fiercely. "If you dare to pick it up, I promise I'll cut that little bastard into pieces tomorrow!"

His threat did indeed have a significant effect.

As expected, Mu Nuanzhou stopped in his tracks, looked at the warm scarf that was sent to him a second ago, in the next second it was just like a rag that was casually thrown away by a man, and she … But he couldn't pick it up.

Because under the man's absolute threat of power, she could only choose to compromise weakly.

However … He felt unresigned in his heart.

Why couldn't she protect a scarf?

In an instant, he felt like crying, but Mu Nuanzhou continued to bite her lips like a masochist and did not say a word.

In the cold wind, her frail body trembled. She was obviously very sad, yet she was unwilling to cry.

He thought, the so-called steel can also be flexible, that's all!

Letting out a sigh, Xiao Zhan turned around, and wanted to embrace the person who was facing his side.

Mu Nuanzhou waved his arm with extreme resistance, and retreated a step back, maintaining a distance from him. She coldly and stubbornly looked at him. "If you don't want me to pick up that scarf, then I won't pick it up. It's no big deal, I can just weave another one for Wu Yan."

Her words, had undoubtedly touched upon Xiao Zhan's reverse scale and once again ignited the flames that had already extinguished in his heart.

Xiao Zhan instantly retracted his gaze, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, causing him to look like a dormant beast, as he restrained his fury, and stuttered each word. Mu Nuanzhou, you like to provoke me so much? Enrage me? "

"No matter how much Xiao Shuai likes to threaten me, I like to anger you." Mu Nuanzhou herself was also very angry, and did not care at all how angry he was in his heart.

"Good, very good." He was so angry that he laughed and said "good" two times in a row.

"Mu Nuanzhou, let me tell you, Wu Yan is dead for sure." After Xiao Zhan finished speaking, he turned and left, walking towards the group of people waiting for him on the other side of the road.

Mu Nuanzhou panicked, and regretted it.

She shouldn't be so happy.

"Don't hurt him!" She anxiously blocked his way.

"Too late." Xiao Zhan walked past her with a stern expression.

His entire body was cold, making Mu Nuanzhou think that he would immediately go and kill Wu Yan. He did not want to wait any longer.

"Xiao Zhan, what do you want, so that you don't find trouble with Wu Yan, and can let him go?" She stepped forward again, her pretty eyebrows scrunched together in a worried frown.