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

  Mianmian wanted to ask him.

  But she thought about it a little bit, and finally she didn't say anything.

  Mianmian smiled bitterly in her heart.

  She thinks she might be a little smarter.

  Once this kind of question is spoken, it is bound to quarrel.

  She has no energy at all, nor is she in the mood to fight with him.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian touched the back of her head patiently to comfort her.

  Wait until she feels a little calmer, and the temperature in the bathtub is almost stored.

  He held her body and put it in carefully.

  Mianmian’s reaction today was particularly dull.

  Zhan Mu Qian personally helped her take a bath. If it is normal, no matter if she is ashamed or ashamed, she should always dodgy and play with him.

   But today, she really didn't react at all.

  When she got warmer, he adjusted the temperature of the water higher, and Mianmian played with him carelessly.

  I was washed white and clean by him, and finally his body was completely warmed, and his body temperature returned to normal.

  She has a cold after all, and she is afraid that she will get sick.

  He did not delay for long, so he simply washed her out, took her out, and wiped the package with a bath towel.

  ……

  Mianmian sits in front of the mirror on the flow table.

  Zhan Muqian helped her blow her hair with a hair dryer.

  Mianmian’s small face is white, although there is no obvious emotion on his face.

  But the sadness in her eyes was like pain that couldn't be concealed, and he couldn't escape his sight at all.

  Zhan Mu Qian was both distressed and angry.

  For a Gong Qiao, as for this?

  If you are a man, simply be a husband.

  Faced with this situation, you should get angry and express your dissatisfaction as it should be.

   But he couldn't, and couldn't bear it.

  This soft little thing...he seems to be raising more and more as a girl.

  ……

  The man's mood became more and more complicated, but in the end he didn't say much.

  Cotton changed into a clean long-sleeved nightdress and went to bed, hiding in the quilt.

  Zhan Mu Qian stood in front of the bed, with a calm tone, "Is it okay to eat something, I'll let the butler bring it up."

  Mianmian seems to be in a daze.

  It took a long time before she realized afterwards that Zhan Muqian was talking to her.

  She shook her head, it seemed that she was really weak, and she shook her head very slightly.

  "Aren't you hungry?" he asked.

  Mianmian did not say a word, but continued to curl up her thin body into the quilt.

  Zhan Mu Qian stepped forward and touched her forehead, but it was not hot.

  He sighed silently, "Then you go to bed first, and eat when you are hungry."

  The cotton is completely hidden in the quilt, like a little turtle indented into the shell.

  Zhan Mu Qian smoothly tucked her back corners, turned around to adjust the heating and humidifier in the house.

  After ensuring that the environment in her bedroom was comfortable enough, he closed the door and went out.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian sat in the study for a while, and was about to make a post to ask him about his handling.

  Chi Yu’s call came first.

  He clicked to connect, and Chi Yu was straightforward. “The women headed by Gu Yue have been dealt with. My bodyguards are all having fun, and I took a video. Would you like to see it?”

   "..." Zhan Muqian frowned, "Of course not."

  Chi Yu said in a tone that you don’t know how to enjoy happiness, "Forget it, what do you plan to do with the palace kid?!"

  Zhan Mu Qian's eyes became darker, but there was no sound.

  Chi Yu didn’t wait for his answer, so he laughed, “Why, it sounds like you are in a bad mood. I didn’t expect that the Chief of War might one day be worn by people with such a half-green and ungreen hat.”