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

  Mianmian hugged her knees, shaking desperately.

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was sullen, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he used to hug her with his arms wide open.

  "Cotton..."

Mianmian suddenly raised her head and pushed him away vigorously.

  On the contrary, he lay on the pillow, howling and crying——

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian was just cold-faced at first.

  Mianmian lay on the pillow and cried more and more sadly, as if she had been wronged by the heavens.

  His face also grew gloomy.

  Until Mianmian's throat became hoarse, she could no longer make a sharp sound, and her crying gradually weakened.

  Zhan Mu Qian straightened his face, staring at the small, trembling body on the bed.

  She cried so hard and she was so thin that she really doubted that she would cry so hard in her eyes.

  The man felt a fire in his chest and abdomen, and finally couldn't help but grab her from behind.

   "Have you been crying enough, Jiang Mianmian, you are just talking about what happened to me? As for crying like this?"

  Mianmian's eyes were swollen like ripe apricots. She opened her mouth, her lips trembling, and finally squeezed out, "I don't want to talk to you, you get out, I never want to see you again."

  Zhan Muqian took a deep breath and said with a cold face, "It's midnight, this is my bedroom, where do you want me to go?"

  Mianmian grabbed the pillow on the side and put it on him as hard as he could--

   "You don't roll, are you? Then I roll!"

  This time, she was prepared in her heart, and she was sure of the agile speed of fighting against Mu Qian.

  She moved faster than him for half a second, jumped out of bed and ran, she ran fast without even wearing her shoes.

When Zhan Mu Qian chased him out, she was already halfway downstairs.

  There was a scene in his brain where she was being chased by him, rolling down the stairs with her feet unstable.

   So he stopped subconsciously and stood at the top of the stairs, watching her run downstairs steadily.

  Mianmian directly pushed open the entrance door to rush out, and ran to the yard before being overtaken by Zhan Muqian.

  The tall and stalwart man showed no expression on his face. He directly picked up the soft cotton body and hung her on his shoulders with her legs bent.

  No matter how she kicked and fought, he remained unmoved, carried her back to the bedroom with a cold face, and threw her on the sofa.

  Fortunately, the leather of the sofa is extremely soft, and it doesn’t hurt the cotton.

Mianmian yelled at him with a hoarse voice, "Zhan Muqian, what do you want?"

  He has a calm complexion and can't see his anger, "I don't want anything, but you, what do you want in the middle of the night?"

Mianmian's eyes widened with anger.

  Can't even speak for a while.

  She feels like a humiliated bun.

  She not only couldn't fight Muqian in bed.

  Hands-on fights are more difficult to beat.

  But now, she realized that she was not even his opponent for quarreling!

  This life is simply miserable!

  She covered her face with two small hands, and she was about to cry again.

  Zhan Mu Qian patiently said, "Mianmian, let's not quarrel, okay? It's late, go to bed first. If you have any problems, we will communicate with you tomorrow."

  Mianmian stared at him, almost sneer.

  Communication?

  Does he really plan to communicate with himself?

  Follow her to death if she doesn't agree with her.

  He demanded her fiercely, making her feel that she could be killed by him at any time.

   "There is nothing to communicate with, you are a strong woman in marriage, domestic violence, Zhan Muqian, I want to divorce you!"

   [First update, I am very busy today, and the update is relatively late, please don’t worry~ ask for a monthly pass~]