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

  At night, after bathing in cotton and changing into beige home clothes, he walked gently to the large study room of the chief of war and knocked on the door.

After    was approved to enter, the girl walked to the desk, gave a military salute in a decent manner, and respectfully presented her completed test paper to the war chief.

  Zhan Muqian's face was plain, and he took her paper and quickly corrected it.

  Mianmian looked at him dumbfounded, wondering in his heart that this man is not an officer, he is like a professional high school teacher, right?

  English barely got an early sixties, mathematics is still terrible.

Zhan Muqian patted the paper on the table, Jiang Mianmian instantly softened his legs and said tragically, "Uncle, I really can't write, I will try my best, don't punish me for copying the paper, please, uncle... …"

  The girl glared her eyes, pouted her small mouth unconsciously, her two small hands clenched into fists in pleading form.

  Although it is obviously her habitual tactic to deny playing slippery, it is probably because she has a white and clean face and is wearing pleasing home clothes.

  The head of the lord sank somehow on the left side of his chest.

He coughed slightly, and said solemnly, "It's okay if you don't copy papers. This liberal arts math test paper is 80% of the basic questions, and the difficulty is lower than that of the college entrance examination. Go and memorize the formula in the textbook, copy it three times, and I will test you myself tomorrow night. If you still can’t remember..."

  Mianmian was worried, her eyes fell on the desk somehow.

  In an instant, he made up for the hit he pressed on the desk last night...

  The small white neck is inexplicably bright pink.

  The man sneered dangerously, "If you still can't remember, I think you deliberately didn't want to go to college, so just don't study, and stay at home to serve me in the future."

  "Serve...Serve you?"

   Jiang Mianmian asked in astonishment.

  Zhan Muqian’s slightly curved corners of lips are extremely sexy, and when the girl sees him, he feels like the most dangerous Satan in the dark.

  The man rushed to the ignorant girl and beckoned, "Come here."

  Mianmian walked up to him foolishly.

  Zhan Muqian held her soft little hand, her thin lips opened slightly: "Kneel, untie, hold."

  At the end, I added faintly, “It’s okay, I will teach you slowly.”

  Mianmian's brain buzzed, and his cheeks were hot instantly. Only then did he realize what he meant, his little hand slammed him away, and opened his mouth to curse——

   "Grass your sister! Old gangster!"

  Zhan Muqian's eyes were gloomy, and his voice was majestic: "Say dirty words once, face the wall for an hour and add..."

  Jiang Mianmian knew what he was going to say, so he covered his mouth with his hand anxiously without even thinking about it.

  She was standing, and he was sitting leisurely, finally it seemed that she was standing on top of her next time.

  Her cheeks were so hot that she was about to explode: "Don't say it! Don't say it! This time it doesn't count, you are playing a gangster first, this time it doesn't count, I just don't say bad words!"

  The girl’s soft palm rests on the man’s thin lips.

  Zhan Chief was calm, and it took a long time to pull her little hand off, hold it in his palm, and knead and play with it with a smile.

   Although Jiang Mianmian has changed a lot in recent years, it is a very small gangster.

  But because of her perfect congenital conditions, fighting can't change her complexion and skin quality.

  It is really white and snowy, icy muscles and bones, creamy and soft...

  These little hands, if they can learn to serve him... it must feel very beautiful.

  Zhan Muqian patted her little face: "Memorize the formula well, at least you have to take a decent university exam, otherwise there is really no need to go to school. Just stay at home and give birth to me."