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

  Mianmian hurriedly walked back with her face stretched, feeling a little complicated.

  She never knew that Zhan Qiyou was so bold, after all, he was so afraid of his second uncle, and she is already his second uncle’s wife now.

  It is obviously the rebellious period that she is ignorant of, those old things that are not worth mentioning...Why does Zhan Qiyou's attitude towards her seem to have gradually changed?

  The former Zhan Qiyou always avoided her. After all, he provoked the two sisters one after another. He was afraid that he was a little guilty, and he was also very afraid that she would ruin the good deeds of him and Jiang Li.

  A ex-boyfriend who always hides from her under the gossip, but now she seems to be particularly concerned about her?

  Thinking about it... Except for Jiang Li's tricks behind his back, Mianmian couldn't think of more possibilities.

  ……

  Mianmian was a little surprised when she walked, returning to the original path and passing the location of the drunks just now.

   Suddenly, a man pulled his arm down and fell onto the man’s sofa.

  Cheng Jiaming was fascinated by her, holding her shoulders grandiosely, and carrying people into her arms: "Little baby, tell my brother what is your name?"

  Jiang Mianmian was furious, pushed his arm away to get up, but was stopped by several other boys physically, blocking her in the deck and unable to get out.

  There was a fire in her stomach, and she sneered impatiently with the corners of her lips: "It's a public place anyway, where do you think this restaurant is, a nightclub? Believe it or not, I called someone!"

  Most of the boys present here are high-ranking cadres' children with similar status to Cheng Jiaming. If the trouble gets bigger, their father and even the family will be badly affected. Mianmian still doesn't believe they dare to do excessive actions in public places.

Cheng Jiaming laughed lowly and wrapped his arms directly around her waist, "Scream, Little Beauty, and don't ask who's the site. This restaurant is owned by my friend, and I am here. No one dared to stop me when I got on you, do you believe it?"

  Mianmian was shocked and speechless, looking at him with a stupid expression.

She has nothing to do with these people, and she doesn’t know that Cheng Jiaming and others are used to bullying and dominating the market because of their family status. The little girls who they usually like are always direct, regardless of whether they are happy or not. Fan.

The men who were blocking her next to her also said indecently: "Yes, this restaurant is our site, Jiaming, the girl is not happy, I am afraid that she will look down on you, do you want to open it directly? Do it, or let some brothers...come together?!"

  Jiang Mianmian's hair is terrifying. She is used to seeing gangsters, but she has never received such an excessive molesting in public.

  She glanced at the table, directly raised the half-full decanter, raised her arms high, aimed at the top of Cheng Jiaming’s head, and poured it down——

  The red wine in the decanter pours the bully brother all over——

  Zhan Qi You saw this scene when he walked back to the deck.

  He stopped Jiang Mianmian in embarrassment, "What's the matter?"

  Cheng Jiaming and those few people have already exploded swearing, one by one hysterically cursing the little watch——

  Zhan Qi You slightly guessed something, and hurriedly guarded Jiang Mianmian behind him: "Jia Ming, don't be like this, she is still young, give me face."

   There was a lot of noise here, which finally shocked Gong Qiao and Xiao Qi.

  When Gong Qiao arrived, there was almost a fight here.

   Cheng Jiaming was unwilling to give up, but he was stunned when he saw Gong Qiao.

  Unexpectedly, Gong Qiao directly picked up the bottle, "Do you know who she is? Even she dares to move, you are so bored and crooked."

  ……

   After getting out of the confusion, Mianmian realized that the phone had been ringing for a long time.

  She answered the phone, the voice in the receiver looked deep and gentle:

   "Where? I'll pick you up."

  "Uncle, uncle..." Mianmian's nose was sour.

  The head on the other end of the receiver realized that her tone was inappropriate, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, speak slowly?"