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

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  I saw the head of war, whose face was as dark as the soul pierced on Bao Gong’s body, and said fiercely: "Who let you cook, your brain is flooded?"

  Mianmian stared, her big water-drenching eyes filled with innocence.

   "I..." She remembered Zhan Muqian's heavy and unspeakable expression after taking a sip of the soup and putting down the spoon.

  I was so angry that I wanted to cry!

"I’m just getting water in my brain! And it’s still mineral water! Why should I toss in the kitchen like a silly X for a long time, and it’s so unpalatable, you can’t even drink a mouthful of soup," I knew that you worked so hard overtime. I might as well ask your chef at home to cook some delicious food for you. It’s all because I blamed me. Anyway, what I did was wrong..."

  Mianmian said and said, originally admitting that he was wrong.

   But she was too frustrated. At the end, she didn't know why her nose had pantothenic acid.

"I didn’t study well, and I couldn’t get into a good university. I missed the director department. You are not allowed. I made a promo to help my friends. You have to be angry. I can’t cook well, anyway. I don’t know anything, but I said before you married me. I know nothing. I’m a gangster, don’t you understand the gangster. The only thing I can do is to talk back to the teacher and fight with classmates! "

"I am very useless, but I am also trying to be a useful person. At the beginning I went to the studio to accompany Xiao Qi. On the one hand, I was idle and bored, and on the other hand, I was a little afraid of her being bullied... Later, after I acted in the promotional film, I found it very interesting. It was not that I was narcissistic and felt how well I acted. It was just that the staff and directors said that I was very suitable for that role. Xiao Qi’s agent also said that I was born with a typhoon. , Like an artist with the potential to become popular! But I am not interested, I am just the first time I heard people say what I am suitable for, the first time I know that I can also do a job..."

  She was irritable and angry, aggrieved and sad.

He sniffed his nose and continued: "But I know you won't agree, so I won't act anymore. Isn't this just to make you happy and learn to cook? Then you have to dislike me, if you even cook I can’t even learn it. As the chief’s wife, do I only have the skill of having children? It’s said that this skill is innate, but Zhan Muqian...you always dislike it, isn’t it me? You have to think that I gave you a child to lower your ancestral intelligence quotient!!!"

  Mianmian finished the long spit on the edge of the quilt crying.

   Just when she thought Zhan Muqian would scold her because of her bad tone.

  The man's big palm suddenly pressed on her back, pushing her into his chest abruptly.

  Zhan Muqian's warm and generous embrace swept her whole body.

  Mianmian didn’t cry, but she was a little confused...

  I only listened to the voice of the man above his head with a faint smile: "Who dislikes you? What did I say to you? I didn't say anything, it was you who wanted to give birth to so many complaints..."

  Mianmian muttered: "Then you yell at me so loudly, why don't you blame me for the soup?"

  Zhan Mu Qian couldn't laugh or cry, "I didn't say it was ugly, your hands are pierced, can't I feel distressed?"

  The little fairy in his arms was completely stunned.

  She poked her head out to meet his eyes.

   "You, you yell at me so loudly because you love me so much?"