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

  Mian Mian Shui Meng Shui Meng's eyes stared wide, and she was shocked for a while and could not speak.

  But she quickly got over.

  Thinking about it, it’s a voyage of more than ten hours. I arrived so soon. I must have flown by myself.

  Not to mention... Someone even plays 6 fighter jets every day, let alone a small helicopter.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian came here, knowing that she was ill, so he couldn't worry about it. He went all the way to take care of her personally.

  The two of them were tired and crooked for a while, and Mianmian was coaxed to sleep by him.

  ……

  Wake up at a night.

  Mianmian pushes the door and walks out of the room. The open kitchen in the living room is very convenient. The whole living room is filled with a strong fragrance of bone soup.

  Zhan Mu Qian's long figure turned his back to her direction, standing quietly in the kitchen.

  Mianmian has gone from fever, and has made up for sleep. After all, it is a young child who is recovering quickly from his body. It is almost the energetic runaway Lolita again.

Without hesitation, she threw herself on the man's back and hung it on his back like a koala, her soft voice said in a low voice, "It smells so fragrant, it tastes like bone broth, and the dignified leader is honorable Make soup for me, and in a hotel in a foreign country, this baby is flattered and moved to death. Why are you so kind to me, dear uncle..."

   is obviously a bad girl with a standard formula, but she is naturally natural when she is coquettish, and even pretending to be so magnanimous and innocent.

  Lord Chief, both laughed and laughed, grabbing her soft arm and pulling the person from behind, hooping him in his arms.

   "Wake up? This is just a little bit better, and it's starting to make noise again. You are a fairy!"

  Mianmian raised both arms high, regardless of whether he wanted to reach his neck.

   "The fairies are fairies, war elders... This little demon is ordered to eat your flesh. If you don't want to lose your life, quickly listen to this little demon's instructions!"

  "War elders...the little fairies must kiss, hug, and lift high!"

  Zhan Muqian was having a headache because of her quarrel, but he looked at her dozingly, unable to say a word of sarcasm.

  He opened his arms and hugged the weak and boneless body of the little fairy...

   "Keep you kiss in a while. Didn't you see the elders cooking the soup? We will cook the fine powder in a while. I will accompany you when we are done cooking. Be nice."

  Mianmian looked at the neatly listed ingredients on the counter, there was really fine powder.

  She has been in good health since she was a child and she doesn’t like to get sick, but it is inevitable that she has headaches twice a year.

  As long as she has a fever, her mouth is full of bitterness and she has no appetite at all.

  That is, when her mother is still there, she will cook a bowl of fine flour for her by herself.

  Jiang Xun always feels that eating this kind of food is not nutritious at all, and he should make up for it if he is sick.

   But Mianmian wanted to eat boiled flour when she had a fever, and Jiang Xun couldn’t help her either.

  Later, my mother was gone, and the chef of the Presidential Palace also cooked for her.

  Excellent cooking skills, cook a bowl of rice noodles with seven Michelin stars.

  Mianmian, but I don’t want to eat a bite.

  It’s not her favorite taste at all...

   Later, she got older and older, and she was too lazy to talk when she was sick, so she stuffed herself in the room and slept darkly the next day.

  ……

  Mianmian looked at him with agile eyes.

   "Uncle, do you know my mother..."

  ……

  At that time, in another suite.

  After listening to the report from his attendants, Jiang Li's face became more ugly than ever.

  【One more change, Monday, plus more tickets for more than five thousand tickets】