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

  Jiang Mianmian stared at Xing’s eyes, and it was really difficult to connect his frivolous words... with this cold and abstinent chief.

  Her ears are warm, but she doesn’t want to show her timidity. She picked up her beautiful small chin, squinted her eyes and laughed, “Uncle Zhan, you’re so dirty!”

  In less than half a second, Zhan Muqian had already recovered his indifferent face, as if Shi Cai had never spoken.

  Jiang Mianmian stood up on his toes, hooked his neck slightly with difficulty, and said, "My little skirt is beautiful, you throw it away, you have to pay me!"

  Zhan Mu Qian calmly pulled the person off, dragged the girl's soft and slender wrist into the cloakroom, and smoothly opened a closet door.

  Jiang Mianmian stretched out his hand and dialed the full row of dresses, dumbfounded...

  A white wardrobe with four walls, rows of the latest girly dresses of the season, light pink, light blue, light purple and pure white...

   Although her Jiang Mianmian's name has been softened, she is not soft at all. She is also a demon king in the world. How can she fight when dressed like this!

  Zhan Muqian leaned against the door, staring at her with a faint smile, "All these will be paid to you, as a gift."

  The girl was speechless, "This...what are these, so damn, and naive, OK!"

  The man has turned around and walked out with a faint smile in his voice, "It suits you well."

  Jiang Mianmian suddenly had a headache and burst into flames. This old fox is clearly planning for a long time. Is he going to marry a wife or adopt a girl?

  ……

  Clothing is nothing more than a trivial matter.

  In the dead of night, Jiang Mianmian realized how serious the consequences of selling herself would be.

  She came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wearing a soft bathrobe, her brilliant chestnut-colored curly hair hanging down randomly.

  She was playing heavy metal music, sitting cross-legged, and picked up the hair dryer to blow her hair. When it was half dry, she was suddenly shaken by the figure in the vanity mirror!

  Zhan Muqian was wearing a light gray nightgown, holding a glass of amber liquid and drinking.

  The point is, he is sitting on her bed!

   Jiang Mianmian screamed at him, "Uncle Zhan, are you acting like a ghost in the middle of the night? There is no sound at all!"

  The foreign wine glass was put aside, and Zhan Muqian approached her barefoot, Mianmian hid in fright.

   "Uncle Zhan, what are you doing?!"

  The man took her soft waist and lifted him up to the bed without any effort.

The girl’s soft body looked very sweet after the bath, Zhan Muqian bent her knees and pressed her two thin legs, and pressed her small paws with both hands, "The night in the bridal chamber, Mianmian, except for you, I What else can you do?"

   Jiang Mianmian's mind was buzzing, and he had no time to think carefully and fought back fiercely.

   "No, who is going to have a bridal chamber with you, I don’t want it, I’m sleepy, I’m going to sleep!"

  She pulled the quilt to protect her chest, her jet-black eyes staring at him vigilantly.

  Zhan Mu Qian’s lips slightly hooked, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt away, and without a moment of hesitation, he pulled the girl’s soft thighs and wrapped it around his waist——

  Jiang Mianmian realized at this moment that he was not joking.

When    was pressed under her body without any gaps, she suddenly pouted pitifully, "Uncle, don’t be okay..."

  He patted her cheek with a big palm, "You are very bold on the fighter plane, why are you tweaking now?"

  Jiang Mianmian blinked his eyes, his tragic appearance could shed tears in the blink of an eye.

   "I, I still hurt, girls are very hurt the first time, where I... the injury is not healed, Uncle Zhan, can the bridal chamber be changed?"