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

  The girl is lying on the desk drowsy.

  I was so sleepy that my eyelids were stuck together when I was doing math test papers. When I was doing English test papers, I was so sleepy that I could not wait to tear the densely packed papers!

  I’m so sleepy that I can’t think about it!

  She will open half of the English test papers at hand, choose all multiple-choice questions randomly, write T on all judgment questions, and hand in the paper smoothly.

  Anyway, her grades are so bad that she will not be surprised if Zhan Muqian sees her grades.

  Ghost knows that the uncle of the head of the world will read the paper she just wrote in person...

   Jiang Mianmian lost his sleepiness, and walked to him with a guilty smile, "Uncle Zhan, I know I got a bad exam, but they really did their best..."

  Zhan Chief's handsome face was tight, his stern eyes fixed on the few Q version of the little **** on the test paper.

"what is this?"

  "This..." The little wild cat scratched her hair, lied generously without changing her face and heartbeat, "Manga, improvisation..."

  Master Chief suddenly stood up, and pointed his finger at the three letters next to Xiao Wangba: "Can you explain to me what ZMQ means?"

  The tutor and several domestic helpers who stood holding their breaths tried their best to endure hilarious laughter.

  ZMQ is not the abbreviation of the name of the chief executive, Ms. Jiang even named Xiao Wangba ZMQ, really Nima is not dead hahahahahao(*≧▽≦)ツ!

  If she expected him to be so boring to read the papers in person, she would not dare to paint these cute little **** to death!

  Mianmian couldn’t hide from her, she immediately learned to behave and smiled miserably, and said pitifully: "Uncle, I was wrong, let me go this time, I don’t dare anymore..."

  Zhan Mu Qian hooked his lips and sneered.

  He ordered the tutor to leave work first, and the domestic helpers also dispersed.

   Jiang Mianmian waited eagerly for his hair to fall.

  I saw him lock the door of the study with his own hands, and when he walked back to her, he patted her on the small face with a big hand: "Swear me secretly, huh?"

   "No, I dare not..." Mianmian's smart eyes turned around, like a little vixen who was just making a bad idea.

   "You're quite capable." He suddenly grabbed the girl's little arm and forced a turn, and his soft body was easily pushed on the big desk by him——

"Snapped!"

  A slap slapped the girl's buttocks, and the chief warlord sneered coldly: "Little king bastard!"

Mianmian took a hit, screamed subconsciously, and begged for mercy while it didn't hurt, "Don't fight...Uncle, uncle, uncle, I was wrong, I don’t dare anymore, really don’t Dare..."

  Zhan Mu Qian let go.

  Jiang Mianmian straightened up miserably, stretched out his hand and rubbed his **** ass with a grievance.

  The man started with less than 10% strength, so he just slapped her.

  He is not really angry because of the little girl's prank, but it is just to bluff her and tell her to be safe.

  The little vixen did not pretend to be painful, and bit his lips bitterly: "Uncle is really stingy, I'll just paint for fun..."

  Zhan Mu Qian didn’t mean to be soft, and ordered coldly, “Re-do two test papers until you pass. If you can’t pass the test before dawn...you should copy the test paper five hundred times!"

  He left the study with long legs.

  Mianmian lay down on the big desk in grief and wailing.

   just howled twice, his brain flashed, he quickly took the test paper and sent it to Gong Qiao and Gong Xiaoqi.

  ……

   12 o'clock late at night.

  Zhan Muqian opened the door of the study, and the little thing lying on his stomach under the lamp was asleep.