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

  He rubbed his head with a cotton quilt, feeling like a little pet that only submissively.

  Today, that **** Chi Yu still called her Mrs. Zhan Xiao. When she heard it... how should I say, I was still a little bit happy in my heart.

  Now that I think about it, that **** Chi Yu is obviously taunting her.

  She is quite ridiculous.

   got married inexplicably, became the wife of the war chief, and stupidly lived in the war chief's private house...

  From beginning to end, she is a chess piece played between the palms of Zhan Muqian.

  The most ridiculous thing is that she sent this chess piece to the door by herself — no, she sent it to the military area to send it to the warplane.

  ……

  It took a long time for the little thing to lift his chin, his **** eyes were fixed on him, and he said weakly: "If I want to hit someone, uncle, are you going to borrow your soldiers for me to use it?"

  The chief executive smiled, he seemed to be teasing a child, touched her little face, and said in a flat tone: "Yes, if you have to, what can't you do."

   Jiang Mianmian didn't look at him at first, but rolled his eyes in his heart.

  ——The little master wants to borrow your soldiers, so fat beats you, the scum leader, OK!

  After all, the thoughts in the little woman's heart were not spoken, she pushed away Zhan Muqian and got up: "I'm hungry, I'm going downstairs to have dinner."

  ……

  After the dinner, the superb professor hired by the Chief Zhan came to give Jiang Mianmian tutoring as usual.

  Two hours later, it was already ten o'clock, but Jiang Mianmian was still lying on the desk and grinding foreigners, and he didn't even finish the first English practice.

  Professor has a headache... The last few tutoring classes, although Jiang Mianmian is not very serious, he can still learn a little bit.

  I don’t know what’s going on tonight, she asked euphemistically several times: "Miss Jiang, are you unwell?"

  Wait until Zhan Muqian came out of his large study and entered Mianmian’s study for routine inspections.

Professor    embarrassed: "Miss Jiang looks very tired, let's rest early tonight."

  Zhan Muqian frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled out the paper she was writing under the girl's arm.

  He started looking at the multiple choice questions. There were 20 questions in total. The more he looked at his face, the more gloomy he was. He gave up on question 15 and slapped the paper on the table with a "pop".

   "Ginger Mianmian, stand up."

  He gave a cold command.

  Mianmian raised her small face displeasedly, her **** did not move, she stared at him like this.

   "What are you doing?"

  Zhan Chief took a breath: "Have you seen the standard answer?"

  "What the hell?" Mianmian was puzzled. Is it possible to get everything right?

   "Otherwise how can you make all the wrong?!"

  The professor standing by the side was extremely embarrassed. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and he had stomach pain if he didn't laugh.

  Master Chief was obviously caught by Jiang Mianmian's shortcomings.

  He looked serious and majestic, he didn't seem to be patient and gentle with her on weekdays.

   "Oh, it's all grammar questions. I really don't know how to do it. I'm fooling around, but I got all wrong... Count me lose, count me lose."

   Jiang Mianmian said without thinking about it.

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was cold, and his eyes signaled the teacher to leave.

Professor   While packing up his things and walking out, he couldn’t help but persuade: "Mr. Zhan, you have something to say, don’t get angry, Miss Jiang is still young, you calm down..."

  Relieve anger?

  He wanted to calm down his anger.

  Did this little **** Jiang Mianmian give him a chance to calm down!

  The door of the study was brought up, and there were only two of them left in the empty room for a moment, with big eyes and small eyes.

  Zhan Chief easily picked up the stationery ruler on the table.

  Although it is made of plastic, it is not a serious ruler, but it is enough to teach her.

  His thin lips are slightly pursed, and his voice is slightly rough: "Jiang Mianmian, stretch out your hand."