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

   Jiang Li's face was pale and pale.

  Even Li Shengyuan was confused for a while.

  All the guests are either rich or noble, but at this time they couldn’t help but talk a lot because of the farce in the presidential palace.

  Jiang Li has never been so embarrassed before, the red wine flowing in her hair can't stop ticking, and the front of the elegant and chic dress is wet and cool.

  She is the first lady of Zhongxing Pengyue. When has she been so embarrassed? !

  Rao is that she has a deep mind, but she is only 17 years old after all, so she couldn't help sobbing.

  She had no excuse, and she couldn’t let the guests really go to the guard room to find out. That is to say, silent crying is the most effective way to arouse sympathy and pity.

  Jiang Mianmian is reasonable, but because of her aggressive attitude, she loses popularity.

  Everyone sympathizes with the weak, and no one cares about an arrogant girl like Jiang Mianmian.

  …………

  Zhan Chief calmly grabbed the slender cotton waist.

  Deep eyes motioned to Mianmian.

  The girl shook her head, indicating that she can walk and does not need him to hold her.

  Zhan Mu Qian did not reluctantly.

  For a girl in the rebellious period, and still in the public, her face is the most important.

  He knew she was not afraid of pain, she was even more afraid of losing face.

  Looking at her hurt, he felt distressed, and his heart was anxious and resentful.

   But still indulge her willfulness and aggressiveness.

  Indulgence is Zhan Muqian, as a high-ranking man, for his little girl...the biggest doting.

  ……

  In the chaotic situation, Jiang Xun, who was discussing with the cabinet officials, finally hurried over.

   Jiang Li’s cry was significantly higher by a few decibels.

  Jiang Xun frowned and glanced at her, and then he found blood on the hem of Jiang's cotton dress.

Your Excellency was shocked: "Mianmian, are you injured?"

   Jiang Mianmian twitched the corners of her lips: "Dad, I wish you a happy forty-five year birthday, a blessing like the East China Sea, and a longevity than Nanshan."

   Jiang Xun looked nervous, "Mianmian, Dad is happy to be able to go home, but you are injured. Let the doctor see first..."

   When Jiang Mianmian interrupted him, the young and tender face showed a bit of disdain and bitterness.

  "Uncle Zhan will take me to the hospital, but...Dad, I won't be back in the short term. Your family...I'm afraid it can't accommodate me anymore."

   Jiang Xun became more nervous, and hurriedly stepped forward to try to stop his daughter and Zhan Muqian.

  However, the war chief who remained silent suddenly raised his arm, completely shielding the girl under his wings.

  Zhan Mu Qian's expressionless face: "Your Excellency, today this situation is witnessed by Zhan Mou with his own eyes. In that case, Mianmian's life in the future... I will not bother you."

   "I will take over Jiang Mianmian's life."

  Not only your face is dignified.

  The surrounding guests were also dumbfounded.

  What's the situation...

  The leader of the war, who has always been superior to female sex, has openly announced that he will take over the life of a young girl.

  Everyone is speculating about the relationship between Chief Zhan and this girl...

  …………

  Zhan Mu Qian tightened her soft waist, and the two left the banquet hall unhurriedly.

Mianmian chuckled, raised his chin, and asked him with a smiley face: "Uncle, I don't feel too compelling to have a big chief like you with me. If you are not in a military parade, why are you free to come to the Presidential Palace? "

  The corners of the head of the Lord's lips are slightly hooked, and there is a kind of petting smile hidden in the bottom of his eyes.

   "Come from the military area, and drove a slightly sluggish military jeep. Didn’t it fit you to continue to pretend, huh?"