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

  Chi Yu smiled meaningfully, pinching her little soft hand...

   is so gentle, coaxing in a low voice, "But Qiqi, uncle is hungry..."

  Xiao Qi's face was red, and his face was extremely embarrassing.

  However, Chi Yu let go of her hand the next moment, and he leaned slowly against the bed with her thin shoulders in her arms with great patience and interest.

   "I've been on a business trip for a while, and I am very busy. I really don't have time to take care of you. It's okay recently. Is there someone bullying you at the brokerage company?"

   Seven-seven blinked his big eyes, and his mind was instantly at a loss.

  Chi Yu is like this...Is she actually concerned about her?

  And still without provocative tone.

  Qiqi can hardly remember how long Chi Yu hasn't spoken to her in such a normal and concerned tone.

  She was stunned for a few seconds, and then she shook her head heavily, "No, how come, I'm not that bully, uncle don't worry about me..."

  Chi Yu glanced at her and chuckled.

   seems to be very disdainful, but this disdain, but it seems to be a little understatement.

   "It's not easy to bully? Seventy-seven, if I remember correctly, since you were a child, you have always made people cry for bullying."

   Qiqi was held in his arms.

  The whole body is stiff and tight.

  Chi Yu has always only teased her, or simply stripped her naked and laid her on her viciously and rudely, and said foul language to her in the process of getting on her...

  At least since the two had a relationship, Chi Yu has only cared about her own goodness, and never cared about her emotions.

  So for Qiqi, I just feel that the big bed is the most dangerous, degrading, and humiliating place in the world...

  What’s more, Chi Yu forced her on her boudoir bed——

  This is the bed she has slept in since she was a girl, and Chi Yu is here, cruelly and decisively destroying her virginity and ignorance.

  She never thought...Chi Yu would actually hold her one day, and chat with her on this sinful boudoir bed under a quilt.

  ……

  The memory flows back to a long, long time ago.

  Seven or seven that year should be only thirteen years old, just entering junior high school.

   There was a little boy with a very good face in his memory who wrote a love letter to her. Later, the admirers of that little boy knew that a group of brain-disabled little girls surrounded her after school.

  Although he was not as excessive as beating, he said a lot of ugly and threatening words.

  One of the girls also raised an ink bottle, deliberately splashing a full bottle of ink on Qiqi's white and clean school uniform.

   At the time of seven or seven years, she was still too young, and she was a spoiled daughter who grew up in a relatively simple environment. It was the first time she experienced such a big conflict, she was naturally scared to death.

  Having been back home, she still sobbed quietly.

  The leading girl among the girls who bullied her is said to be the daughter of the mayor’s family. Qiqi understands her father’s behavior. If she really told her parents, her father would probably blame her for offending the mayor’s baby daughter.

  She can only endure, not dare to talk nonsense.

  The little uncle, who was only in her early twenties, drove a sports car fast, and saw her crying on the stone bench in the yard.

  The handsome young man, like a sun god, just squatted down so respectfully, reached out and wiped her tears and nose with a paperkerchief.

   "We asked which bad guy to bully on July 7 and cried so wronged. Tell my uncle, uncle will give you revenge!"

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