Chapter 80

Ginger, cotton and cotton are making people small.

She has a stomachache and she feels she has enough reason to have sex.

But war chief's face said pull down, she stared at him, careful liver still a little uneasy.

The man's tone is serious and depressing. "Tell me how I've made you suffer. I'll make you suffer if I let you eat. Won't your conscience hurt?"

The girl is biting her lips. She is so stubborn and bad tempered, but I don't know what happened tonight. Maybe it hurt so much that her whole body and heart are fragile.

Her eyes were a little red. After a long time, she was very angry. She said, "if I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat. If you force me to do something I don't want, it's not a toss. You're a toss! My conscience doesn't hurt. We fairies don't need conscience

Mian Mian's shrill voice came to Zhan's ears, which made him feel a bit pitiful.

His eyes were complex, and he could not speak.

Mian Mian has already stretched out two small hands to push him, "get out of bed, you go out! I'm sick. I don't want to see you or talk to you. I want to sleep alone. You go out! "

The girl Mianmian is holding her breath to the extreme. Otherwise, she would not dare to be so unbridled in front of him with her fear of Zhan Muqian.

But she is too painful, not only the small abdomen stirs together twitches, the chest is also stuffy suffocates the pain.

What's the matter with chief officer? If she offends, she will be offended. She is fearless and will not die!

Zhan Muqian didn't say a word, but was pushed out of the bed by the girl without much strength.

Without a moment's hesitation or anger, the man walked to the door with his long legs open. He was extremely silent, leaving only Mianmian with a back image. He was extremely indifferent.

Cotton nose a acid, turn over and lie, with the quilt cover head.

Mom, get divorced!

She really doesn't want to be a stepmother. Let's divorce. Anyway, Zhan Muqian doesn't love her. There must be another plan to marry her.

What's the matter with the military marriage? Zhan Muqian himself said that if there's a fire in the backyard, she can leave. It's a big deal. She can find a little fresh meat and dye the headmaster's hat. The divorce is proper!

……

Mianmian felt in the quilt for 20 minutes. The painkiller gradually took effect. Her stomach was still throbbing, but she was sleepy. She was sweating all over, and she was almost asleep

But the door was pushed open again.

Mian Mian, half asleep and half awake, squints and looks suspiciously.

The man, who had been whisked away by her anger, came back to the room peacefully with a tray in his hand.

There are two bowls in the tray. Mian Mian stares at one of them and sits beside her.

She slowly sat up with her little hands on the bed and stared at the handsome and threatening face of the war chief.

He seemed to be in no mood at all, holding the bowl in one hand, holding the spoon in the other hand, and feeding the brown red sugar water to the girl's lips.

Mian Mian stared at him like a little fool.

War chief thin lips light open, "open mouth, darling."

Mian Mian is bewildered and obediently opens her mouth

Warm liquid sweet Zizi, swallow, instant warm into the stomach.

It's brown sugar water.

The cotton padded cotton was fed by him one spoon after another. Just now, the little resentment was completely forgotten, and it became more and more obedient.

In her memory, except for her dead mother.

No one would feed her like this.

Never.

When she finished most of the bowls, the man set them aside.