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

  Mianmian's premonition is very bad.

  But she didn't get a clear direction, it was impossible to speak actively.

  She thought that she was pregnant after all.

  Zhan Mu Qian, no matter what, he should also restrain his negative emotions.

  But he didn't seem to have any.

  The door of the master bedroom was kicked shut by him, and it was locked.

  Mianmian has not yet stood firm, and has not yet seen what the man is holding a bag in his left hand.

  His right hand suddenly strangled her neck and pressed her against the cold door.

  She was not breathing well, and made an unpleasant hoarse voice with difficulty: "You, you calm down, what happened...what happened..."

  Zhan Muqian almost broke her neck.

   His face was somber and ferocious, like an evil Shura coming from **** full of blood.

  His eyes were fierce, and the aura all over his body was fierce.

  Mianmian felt that his extreme anger reaction was mostly related to the blood of the child in her stomach.

  She was suspected.

  After all, I can’t keep it from.

  Also, no matter you wait until four months to get an amniocentesis, you can’t stand it for a month at all.

  This is the end of the matter, all she can do is force herself to calm down.

  She gave herself positive hints in her heart.

  Zhan Mu Qian was so eager for a child.

  This in her stomach...at least there is a high chance that it is his kind.

  Zhan Mu Qian should not be willing to give up this child directly.

  She gave herself a lot of hints.

   But he still rolled his eyes by pinching him vigorously.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian looked at her painful and helpless struggle, and seemed to get a little sad balance in her heart.

  He let go.

  Mianmian was able to gasp, instinctively bent over and coughed violently.

  But he did not give her a chance to rest.

  He turned to hold her hair.

   Tear her scalp and hair roots torn like pain.

   "Jiang Mianmian, whose child you are pregnant with, say!"

  Something broke in Mian Mian's heart.

  She can even hear the cracking sound clearly.

  But what can she do.

  She could only bite her lip, desperate and calmly said.

   "I am your wife, and what I am carrying is naturally your flesh and blood."

  Zhan Mu Qian did not spare her.

  He loosened his hand holding the roots of her hair.

   Suddenly held up the pack of blood in front of her.

  Mianmian looked intently, and it felt like she saw a blood bag.

  But she is not sure.

Before    could not see clearly, Zhan Muqian had already raised the pack of blood and slammed it against her chest.

  The bag of liquid exploded under heavy pressure.

  Blood splattered everywhere.

  The scene is spectacular.

  Mianmian is pregnant, she can't smell any fishy smell.

  I was immediately irritated by the strong **** smell, and my stomach was overwhelmed.

   couldn't help but retching.

  She was covered with blood.

  Zhan Mu Qian looked at her coldly, and his eyes shot out only the coldness of the cold, which could kill people.

  There is no mercy for the pregnant wife.

  Not at all.

  Mianmian is desperate in her heart.

  But she was already desperate.

  So there is nothing unbearable.

  It's just that the sticky **** smell made her unbearable.

  Adding to the fact that he was pinched too hard just now, I only felt that my throat seemed to be hurt. Now my throat is sweet.

   "Jiang Mianmian, are you curious about where the blood came from? Did you think about it? Did you guess? This is a bag full of fresh blood drawn by your concubine himself."

  Mianmian's complexion is blue, not just white.

   But there is a bit of misery in the white.

  She shook her head blankly but helplessly: "I don't understand. Zhan Muqian, I don't understand."