Mian Mian shuddered: "Zhan Muqian, I tell you that although this is your territory, if you beat me and bully me, I......"

Zhan Muqian had tried his best to control his emotions at the edge.

Suddenly I heard her threatening words.

"Oh, if I beat you and abused you, how about you? Divorce me or sue me?"

Mian Mian watched him approach step by step, and suddenly couldn't bear it completely. He opened his little mouth and cried.

She trusted him so much

Since she married him, she regarded him as her own person and her only family. She didn't even go back home half a time after she got married.

If Zhan Mu is as humble as Chi Yu

Mian Mian thinks she's going crazy.

She cried so hard that she was so aggrieved that the whole person cried so hard.

It's like when she stops crying, Zhan Muqian will do violence to her.

She shivered as she cried. She could not say a complete word any more. She cried all the time.

……

The war chief stood still, watching her break down and cry, his face was livid and silent.

……

Mian Mian didn't cry very much when she was young.

The way to vent is to hate people or fight.

How can a little ruffian who pursues the principle of holding back his quarrel and being a man as much as possible with his active hand shed tears at will?

But she wanted to cry today.

Except for grievances.

Part of the reason is that she doesn't know what to do.

Especially looking at Zhan Muqian's gloomy face

He also has red marks on his side face that she accidentally scratched. She is full of fear that she will be killed by him

However, when she cries and mends her brain, she will be abused by men.

Zhan Muqian walked out of the room with a cold face, and slammed her door.

The crying of the bed stopped.

She stared at the door in astonishment.

……

Head of the adult expressionless gas field terror state, met housekeeper aunt Qiao.

Aunt Qiao was shocked to see his face. "Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan..."

The man passed aunt Qiao's side without expression, and the cold voice said without a trace of temperature, "give her something to eat."

Aunt Qiao watched Mr. Zhan walk back to the room barefoot, and the door closed tightly.

She later realized that her husband told her to prepare brunch for his wife.

Is it A fight?

Aunt Qiao did not dare to delay. She hurried down the kitchen and took the plate and sent it to the building.

However, when I knocked on the door of the little lady's house, I couldn't help but froze.

My wife's little one, wrapped in a quilt and hair, two eyes crying like peaches, and her face is not very good.

She asked in amazement, "how did your wife cry and quarrel?"

Aunt Qiao put the delicate meal aside and was trying to observe her wife's situation at close range.

But the wife suddenly raised her arm and threw it into her arms --

"aunt Qiao..."

Aunt Qiao is also confused.

Although she and his wife get along well, but his wife's character is straightforward and fiery, not a little girl.

It's a good relationship on weekdays, and there's no such physical contact.

It's flattering that my wife is so close to her all of a sudden.

"How can I cry so sad? What's the matter? Pity our little girl..."

Aunt Qiao patted her on the back, coaxing.

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