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

   After knowing that the little thing who was a big-time masquerade was actually afraid of an injection, the chief executive did not force her and walked out of the military hospital with her in his arms.

  The adjutant hurriedly followed, and he stopped talking: "Chief, can you return to the army now? Would you like me to send Miss Jiang to your army’s sleeping quarters to rest, later..."

  Jiang Mianmian heard what the adjutant meant. Since he was reviewing the recruits, Zhan Muqian should have rushed to the presidential palace before he was finished.

  She shook the man’s arm, and whispered: "Uncle Zhan, go back to the army, I..."

   Before she finished speaking, she listened to Zhan Muqian's instructions: "I won't return to the army today. Keep your eyes on it and report to me whenever you have anything."

  Mr. Adjutant swallowed a word, and gave a military salute respectfully: "Yes, Chief!"

When    turned around and left in a hurry, he couldn't help but sigh. He has been with the chief for so many years, and the chief has always been work first. In the chief, there is nothing more important than the army.

  But now it seems to be different, and I have this Miss Jiang.

  The head of the whole person has changed.

  It’s no longer like the cold, arrogant, but not feminine Lord Yama...

  ……

  At night, when Mianmian lay comfortably on the chaise bed and nap, she gradually felt that her retribution was coming.

  The wound on the knee began to ache, which was much more painful than during the day.

  Originally trapped in the soft chaise bed, she was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep, but the pain in her legs gradually made her sleepless.

  Zhan Mu Qian opened the door and entered, the goal was the little wild cat curled up, gasping softly with pain.

  Such a deep wound, it would hurt more and more in the middle of the night.

  He poured a cup of warm water and fed this little thing a painkiller.

  Ginger Mianmian was able to do well at first, but soon he grinned in pain.

  Zhan Muqian rubbed her head. The little wild cat, who was flaring her teeth and dancing during the day, was held in his arms and caressed her hair at this moment. It has become a domestic little milk cat.

  Little milk cat wrinkled her nose and hummed.

  Zhan Muqian frowned, and squeezed her small face, "It still hurts badly, the painkillers are not effective?"

  The little milk cat lay in his arms, biting her lip and frowning.

  For a while, she whispered: "Uncle, I hurt..."

  Zhan Chief's body is slightly stiff.

  The lingering and unpredictable pain caused him to feel soft in some part of his chest.

  I saw the little white fingers of cotton and cotton hooking the man’s collar, still not a charming little girl mixed with ginger, cotton and cotton...

   "Uncle, let me smoke a cigarette. It hurts. I heard that smoking will relieve the pain."

  The head chief looked serious, and refused in a deep voice: "No, forgot the house rules?"

  The girl’s small face wrinkled into a bun in an instant, "Uncle Chief, why are you so overbearing? What is the pain of others, let me take a sip!"

  At that time, Mianmian didn’t know how powerful and ecstasy she was with a soft cry against the head of the battle.

  Zhan Chief's face was solemn, and finally gave up the principle for her, reached out and took out a box of men’s cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.

  The slender finger held the cigarette and handed it to the girl’s lips.

  Mianmian took a sharp sip, and was choked with coughing--

   "Cough! Cough cough cough--"

  Too choking! She used to smoke mint-flavored female cigarettes, and the ghost knew that this uncle’s cigarettes were so choking!

  The man freed up his hand to help her get along, and put the cigarette holder in his mouth easily.

   Jiang Mianmian was patted on his back, and he suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Uncle, do we count as indirect kissing like this?"