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

  Running girl Mian couldn’t help but feel a headache. She thought about it, and made up some scenes that the chief of war might be used to cure her...

  Wei was too ashamed, so she thought about it again, and finally said in an innocent tone: “I didn’t skip class deliberately. I was in distress. Suddenly I was in a hurry. Go home at night and explain it to you...”

  Before Zhan Muqian said, she deliberately said in a weak tone, "Uncle, I was wrong, I admit it, but you can't punish me because my relatives haven't left yet...I have a stomachache."

It didn’t hurt at first. At any rate, she was a delicate and expensive presidential daughter. She was taken care of from childhood to most of the time. The girl also paid more attention to the physical maintenance of the girl, but she started to get older in the past few years. Die, but overall the physical fitness is still very good, in the words of Ramozomian himself-one enemy ten is no problem!

  She rarely has dysmenorrhea, but at this moment, she just sprinkled a little **** the head of the head through the microphone, her lower abdomen seemed to echo, and her lower back pain was like cramps, and her body was turbulent.

  The man at the other end of the receiver could not hear the emotions, and quickly ordered: "Where are you, report your address."

  Mianmian looked around, it was Gong Qiao who drove over. She was a road idiot, and for a while, she really couldn't tell which building of which entertainment company she was in.

  She mumbled to the phone for a while, the war chief at the other end probably guessed the situation, and said impatiently, "You can send me a location on WeChat."

  Jiang Mianmian responded, obediently like a ghost, and quickly sent him a shared location.

   hung up the phone, she was in terrible pain at the moment. She was wearing flat shoes, but both calves were sore.

  I remembered Gong Xiaoqi's situation again.

  She and Gong Xiaoqi grew up wearing the same trousers, but for the first time they knew that she actually wanted to be an artist.

With the power and background of the Gong family, I’m afraid I would never agree to the only daughter going out to show her face, plus she and her uncle’s delay in making things worthy of humanity...Mianmian is very promising for her own future. Worry.

  The girl rubbed her back waist and walked back to the noisy direction of the backstage. After passing the VIP lounge, a woman's shrill voice came from the half-hidden door——

"Cousin, what's your brain Watt? Jiang Mianmian, a little vixen who hasn't grown up yet, what do you put her in your eyes, find a chance to fix it, and tell her to retreat when she is in trouble, just this president Fu Eyuan, I can dig out a wad of her black material within a few minutes. The little boy just now seems to be Gong Qiao, the little son of the Gong family. I heard a few words before, these two The children are all in the same place. What kind of pure friendship can be between men and women. If you don’t know the ginger, cotton and cotton, you will eat the forbidden fruit with Nagong Qiao... I don’t believe what feelings the Chief War can have for this little vixen Just kidding, cousin, you still have Chenchen. You have raised his son for four years. Just say that you get married. I don't believe that Zhan Mu Qian's conscience will not hurt!"

  Across a door, Mianmian had heard Han Ting insult her too much, her stomach hurts more, and she was angry, and almost kicked the door open and challenged her.

  But I heard from behind...the lower abdomen was cramping, my face was pale, cold and sweaty.

  ——You raise his son for four years.

  Is Ruan Jingchen really the illegitimate son of Zhan Muqian? !