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

  The night is getting deeper and deeper.

  Mianmian nests in this familiar and unfamiliar for the first time...

  In her intimate and fearful embrace, she fell asleep deeply.

  Vaguely reverberating in my mind:

  You can be more aggressive than ever with the identity of the wife of the chief, why are you not happy?

  Yes, if she can walk sideways like a mighty crab, of course she would be happy!

  ……

  The dream is beautiful, but Jiang Mianmian still had a splitting headache when he opened his eyes the next day!

   Rubbed his eyes with a small fist, his sight was clear and he saw that Zhan Muqian was neatly dressed, khaki-colored, and so noble and elegant. Compared with his appearance in military uniform... it was a bit more seductive.

   "Wake up? Go wash."

  The high-ranking master commanded in a deep voice.

  Jiang Mianmian lifted the quilt and got up, hid in the bathroom, brushed his teeth in the mirror, couldn’t help thinking...

  In fact, sharing the same bed with an old man, there is no special feeling. Sleeping alone is sleeping, and two people... are not the same when they fall asleep.

  Just poking out his head from the bathroom, he heard the man’s low, magnetic voice coming from the cloakroom: "Mianmian, come here."

  Mianmian stepped on the hair and dragged it over.

  Zhan Chief’s slender fingers were holding the clothes he chose for her, and he said without a beak: "Put it on."

  Snow-white slim long skirt, the skirt is about the middle of the calf, the lady has to be called Jiang Mianmian blush.

  She pushed a little with a small hand, and refused: "Too mother, not suitable for me."

  The reaction of the little thing seemed to be completely within the Zhan Chief’s expectation.

   There is no half-waves on his handsome face, he just said lightly: "Hurry up, get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast in three minutes, otherwise...Last night you broke the house rules, let’s calculate it at the table."

  Meal...on the table? !

  Damn!

  Mianmian’s legs are soft when it sounds, her charming little face instantly raised a flattering smile, and her white and tender little hands respectfully took over the skirt, “Change, I’ll change it now, please be fine with Uncle Zhan!”

  ……

   After changing into this long skirt that was going to the sky, Jiang Mianmian rolled his eyes fiercely in the mirror.

   is too innocent, it's really not in line with her temperament at all.

  The only good thing is that the design is especially close to the body to highlight the sense of lines...

  She went downstairs to the restaurant, and the man who was drinking coffee gave her a faint glance.

  Even the butler couldn’t help sighing: “My wife is so beautiful in a white dress, she looks like a fairy...”

  Zhan Mu Qian sarcastically said without expression: "Have you ever seen Tian Xian'er who failed in general subjects?"

  Cotton: ╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

   "Twist your hair up before going out."

  Cotton: "..."

  It's almost ten o'clock after breakfast.

   When Zhan Muqian signaled to go out, Mianmian said, “I haven’t put on makeup yet. Give me another 15 minutes. Add hair... 20 minutes. I’ll be very soon. Uncle, wait a minute.”

  She trot towards the top of the stairs.

   was pulled back by the man, grabbing his wrist from behind.

   "No makeup needed."

  The little vixen frowned: "Light makeup!"

   "No need for light makeup."

  Zhan Muqian sat down with her, wrapped her long hair with his big hands, and told the servant: "Give me a hair band."

  In half a minute...

  Mianmian rushed to the hallway and stared at the mirror fiercely.

  Heaven...Zhan Muqian seemed to have changed a magic trick, so she curled up her waist-length hair.

  She turned her head and glanced at him in surprise.

   According to the legend, he is cold and abstinent and not close to female...obviously misinformation.

  How many women have to give his hands of a pianist to hair!

  ……

  The car drove into the Zhanjia’s old house, Mianmian lay by the window staring at the rows of armed guards.

  This battle is more like the presidential palace than the presidential palace.

  When the petite girl was led into the main house by Zhan Muqian holding hands.

  Zhanjia all sent attention gifts.

  The oldest lady frowned: "Mu Qian, this is your adopted...niece?"