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

  The girl's face was pale, her small face was tight, and her voice was very low and low. She didn't have her usual domineering aura, but her tone was firm.

  Zhan Muqian held her arm slightly stalemate, watching her endure the pain, in the end it seemed to be a compromise.

  He looked calm as usual, and indifferently told the driver: "Go home."

  ……

  Jiang Mianmian grew up to eighteen years old and experienced such intense dysmenorrhea for the first time.

  In the past, she lived a wayward life, and she was not taboo in special times, even if she wanted to eat ice cream, she never wronged herself, and never suffered retribution.

  The girl was crying in a cold sweat, covered in the blanket, secretly crying.

  Before I met Zhan Muqian... She had never suffered such a crime.

  Mianmian was so painful that he was rolling and scolding him secretly. What kind of husband is more unsatisfactory than the one picked up by the roadside.

  She was only eighteen years old, and she was going to be a stepmother for a four-year-old...

  I thought that leaving the Presidential Palace would be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but I didn’t realize that fighting Mu Qian, an old fox, didn’t let her take advantage of anything, and abused her from time to time...

  ……

  At nine o'clock, Lord Chief opened the door and entered.

Since Jiang Mianmian was picked up by him, she trot and hid in the room after getting out of the car. He only said that he was uncomfortable. He refused to go downstairs even for dinner. He urged and asked four times. The patience of a big chief was almost worn by her It was exhausted, and finally didn't bother to pay attention to her, but ordered the butler to send her dinner.

  He turned on the wall lamp easily. The exquisite food on the small table was intact. She didn't touch a bite. She was uncomfortable and left herself hungry all night? !

  The man's face was gloomy, and he thought that Jiang Mianmian was really spoiled by his pets, so he didn't have time for his temper.

  Obviously, he was a little angry, but when his eyes fell on the big bed, the little figure curled up into a ball, his eyes were stagnant, and somewhere on the left side of his chest suddenly sank.

  No matter how temperament the Lord Chief is, it will disappear in front of his little girl.

  ……

  The man walked to the edge of the bed and leaned over, covering his forehead with cotton with his big hand.

With a cold sweat on one end, he stretched out his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, and pulled the little thing pretending to be dead out of the quilt with a slight force.

  Mianmian raised his eyelids feebly, and gave him a sad look.

  Zhan's long voice was low and depressed, "It hurts like this, why don't you go to the hospital?"

  Mianmian tugged at the corners of her pale lips, "What's the big deal, women bleed every month, and they can still hurt to death. I hate the hospital the most. I don’t want to go, just sleep for a while..."

  Zhan Mu Qian was speechless, and she didn't know how to criticize and teach her for a while.

  Mianmian turned over and fell asleep.

  He got up and went to the cabinet to take the medicine box. When he walked back to the bed, he poured a cup of warm water, spreading his dry and generous palms in front of her, “Take the painkillers, otherwise you can’t sleep.”

  Mian Mian's heart twitched and almost ran away in tears. Mom sells batches. How can she not think of taking painkillers...

  It must have been painless, and the pain will make the brain stupid.

  She took the glass in Zhan Muqian's hand and swallowed it.

   "You can't be so hungry all the time, what you want to eat, I will let the kitchen do it."

  Mianmian didn’t want to care about him at all, so she muttered softly, "I don’t have any appetite at all, but now I just want to sleep, Lord Chief, I’m like this, you do it, don’t toss me..."

  The man's face changed immediately.

  The water cup was put aside, "Jiang Mianmian, I toss you?"