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

   Ten o'clock in the middle of the night.

  Jiang Mianmian fled from the heavily guarded presidential palace. Gong Qiao, who responded to her, drove a dark red streamlined supercar waiting for her outside the palace’s high walls.

  She got into the co-driver, slammed the car door, panting.

  The little woman wore a black dress, enchantingly wrapped around her body, her fair and delicate skin was pierced by a bomb, and her slap-sized goose-egg face was tender and tender. At first glance, she looked like a ceramic doll with her red lips so gorgeous.

   Feeling Gong Qiao was looking at himself, Jiang Mianmian rolled his eyes, "What are you looking at, drive seriously!"

  Gong Qiao looked at her tonight and couldn’t help but worry, “Mian Sister, President Uncle gave a death order this time, you just ran away like this, tomorrow morning...”

The corners of Jiang Mianmian’s lips were slightly raised, and he skillfully took a can of beer from his car, poured a few sips, and sneered softly, “If I don’t run, I will be sent to the special training military area tomorrow morning. Maybe I have to close one. A year or so, Gong Qiao, are you going to visit me in the military area?"

   Gong Qiao and her have grown up, in the circle of high-ranking cadres’ children, they are both male and female, and they have done all the bad things, but tonight Jiang Mianmian is going to... Gong Qiao said that it was really a bit embarrassing.

   Feeling Gong Qiao shrinking, Jiang Mianmian raised his eyebrows and stared at him fiercely, “The medicine is there, take it out!”

  Gong Qiao became accustomed to obedience, stretched out his hand and handed it to her, couldn’t help but persuade, “Sister Mian, this medicine is so powerful, it’s best not to take it, and you have to sleep and Mu Qian... better just stay...”

  Gong Qiao’s mouth of "yo zhengdian" hadn’t finished, but Jiang Mianmian had already swallowed three of them with beer.

  Gong Qiao was so shocked that he could hardly hold the steering wheel, "Sister...you eat a little bit..."

  ……

  The eighth barracks of the special training military area.

  Jiang Mianmian learned that Zhan Muqian was reviewing the new fighter plane tonight, and he went directly to the theater apron without waiting for a minute.

  The guard learned that she was the eldest daughter of the President, so he didn't even dare to stop him, and watched her run around.

  The little woman stepped onto the fighter plane on her stiletto high heels, and the hem of the little black dress with suspenders was blown up and down by the wind, frightening the guards to bow their heads and look at indecent assault.

  ……

  The man in the cockpit was dressed in a special-grade officer's uniform, with a long body and a solemn face. When Jiang Mianmian broke in, he was staring at the numbers on the dashboard to check them one by one.

  The exquisite little wild cat rushed straight into his arms, his long snow-white legs spread apart, and he sat horizontally on his thighs, his two soft white hands were tightly looped around his neck.

  Who is Zhan Muqian?

  The leader of the war in country A who turned his hand over the cloud and the rain. He coughed and the cabinet trembled three times. When the president met him, he would politely greet the emperor behind the military and political circles.

  Little wild cat didn't mean to be afraid of him at all. He approached his ear and blew lightly into his ear, "War Chief, I am offended tonight."

Zhan Muqian was expressionless and frowned inaudibly. The temperature of the woman on her thigh was ridiculously high, but she was crumbling with his arms around him. He held her back with his big palms, his thin lips pressed slightly, "Jiang Mianmian, what are you going to do?"

  He knows this girl naturally, the big daughter in the presidential palace, and the most troublesome girl in the president's family.

  According to the agreement, Your Excellency will personally send her into the special training unit at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Your Excellency asks him to strictly control this girl.

  The girl’s soft white hand touched his trousers chain, fumbled down, her red lips smiled, "Isn't this obvious enough, Uncle Zhan, I want to **** you!"

   The temperature in Zhan Mu Qian’s pupils became slightly colder, “I just don’t want to enter the military zone. I need Miss Jiang to use such an aggressive means?”

  The girl's face was blushing, and her body was getting hotter and hotter. Gong Qiao really didn't dare to deceive her. The effect of this medicine was strong enough that she felt that she would be able to eat Zhan Muqian now.

She curled her lips, leaned over his shoulder, and said, "Uncle Zhan, my **** President Daddy wants to send me into your army. I'm a girl. I don't want to join the army. I hate even military training." , I don’t want to be locked up, don’t bask in the sun, the only way...is to sleep with you!"

  Your Excellency the President will send her to the command of the most valiant war leader of country A for special training.

  Very good, she went to this uncle chief to see if he dared to "train" himself.

  Zhan Mu Qian's handsome and cold face is still without waves, like a cold weapon without emotion.

   Seeing the bold **** her body, she pulled out her **** and tried to go down...

   Rarely he hooked his lips, smiling **** and mocking, "Little thing, are you sure you want to sit directly? It will hurt you."