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

  Mianmian widened her eyes and asked in a daze, "What is added to the milk, it smells so good..."

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't have any extra expressions on his face, and said faintly: "Drink first, and then I will tell you after drinking."

  Mianmian is not a fool, I have guessed it in my heart.

  It was probably flavored with rose nectar to cover up the unacceptable smell of milk itself...

  It’s just that Zhan Muqian is a rather young man, and she is often suspected of having straight male cancer during the long-term relationship.

  I’m a little too careful...

  In other words, it should be caring.

  Mianmian drank the milk in the glass, rarely showing a shy appearance, sitting in front of him with a low eyebrow and pleasingly, without saying a word.

  Lord Chief was very satisfied, suddenly stretched out his hand to lift her chin, leaned over slightly, and then kissed it——

  The girl’s small mouth is full of sweet milk and fragrant rose nectar.

  His marrow knows the taste in general, his tongue is constricted, and the smile under his eyes is full of playfulness: "The smell of milk is not dry!"

  Mianmian frowned her little nose, and gave him a light push, "Go and rest, I'm going to..."

  She was picked up by Zhan Muqian before she finished her voice, and she was so scared that she almost exclaimed.

   wanted to resist, but his warm palm rested under her ass, so nervous that she couldn't say a word.

  Zhan Muqian hugged her back to the room, wrapped her directly in the quilt, kissed her smooth forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Go to sleep, don't stay up late."

  Mianmian looked at his gentle and handsome face, and the **** looked a little sluggish.

  She couldn't help teasing him, her little hand grabbed the hem of his clothes: "You haven't told me what is added to the milk..."

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted her eyes, she knew why.

  He leaned over and kissed her again.

  'S voice is a bit hoarse and authentic: "With a little bit of ingredients, after drinking, you will lose your strength and will soon fall asleep, and then... will be eaten by the big bad wolf...and eat it!"

Mianmian couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.

  Old driver...

  She just teased him, and he teased her with this ambiguous, but like a child’s tone.

  Not willing to eat at a loss.

  She didn’t think how to answer so that she didn’t let the wind down, but Zhan Muqian suddenly touched her forehead and asked, “You look bad today. Are you too tired and stressed?”

  Mianmian gave him a guilty look.

  She is because the college entrance examination is more stressful.

  But today I was in a trance, not because of the exam at all.

  She couldn't help thinking about the words Luo Qiu blurted out in her mind, but on the contrary, it can help her to divert her attention a little when doing the problem seriously.

  She did not answer.

  The man only acted as her acquiescence, his long fingers gently scraped the tip of her nose, and said in a disgusting tone: "Just take a test, squeamish."

  Mianmian wants to say that she is not squeamish.

  But it doesn’t matter to argue about this.

  She tugged Zhan Muqian by the sleeve, and suddenly mustered up the courage to ask him:

   "Uncle Zhan...Do you like me?"

Chief Zhan frowned, apparently misinterpreting her meaning.

  The little wild cat with its teeth and claws is suddenly so charming...if you do it, you steal it.

  He said in a faint tone: "It's useless to like it. If you don't pass the test, you will enter the military academy."

   "..." Mianmian sighed secretly, and couldn't communicate with this old man.

  Where is she struggling with the question of whether to go to the military school.

  She just wanted to ask him...

  How much do you like her?

  If she... is not the pure and immature girl he imagined.

  Will he still like her?