Chapter 81

Zhan Muqian sneers and looks at her with a smile.

At the end of the day, he is still a child who hasn't grown up. As an adult, how can he be angry with his children.

He didn't speak, just picked up another bowl and seemed ready to continue feeding her.

Cotton is attracted by the fragrant smell in the nose. Looking closely, it's a bowl of porridge, but I don't know what kind of good material is used to make it. It smells like a thick and fragrant soup.

She smiled modestly and said, "I eat by myself, let me eat by myself. It smells delicious..."

Mian Mian reaches for the spoon. Zhan Muqian pulls a soft pillow and puts it on her leg.

The girl eats porridge by herself, spoon by spoon, which seems to be very happy.

In fact, Zhan Muqian's mind is in a state of confusion. She is joking. At best, it's Zhan Muqian. How dare she bother him to feed again? Although she's happy to be fed, it's more of a state of mind. How can she be? She's being served by the war chief and will be returned in the future

She put down her spoon.

"I'm full." Mianmian tooted his mouth and made a fool of himself.

Zhan Muqian stretched out his long arm, drew a paper towel, put it on her lips, and wiped the porridge stains on her lips.

Jiang Mianmian is not so painful, and her mood is much better than before. She looks at Zhan Muqian and wants to talk, but she doesn't think how to talk.

The man put the bowl and tray on the table, and the man went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came out, the little thing on the bed was holding his knee.

The face of the egg powder fluttered, restored the usual air, lips are no longer so pale.

War chief patience son asks, "still ache badly?"

She still has a dull pain, but the painkiller paralyzes the nerves, and the brown sugar soothes the muscles, promotes blood circulation and warms the stomach. It's no longer an intolerable pain.

The little girl shook her head. "It doesn't hurt."

Zhan Muqian chuckled, opened the quilt and went to bed. He leaned on the head of the bed and occupied the other half of her big bed. It seemed that he didn't hear his little wife's angry words.

Mianmian wants to sleep But she watched him lie down and had no courage to kick the chief out of bed.

Well, it's not just pure sleep with quilts, there's nothing to be affectable.

Mian Mian turns off the bedside lamp, retracts into the quilt, closes his eyes and urges him to fall asleep quickly.

Just fall asleep

It doesn't hurt when I fall asleep, and I won't think about it any more

It's a pity that, contrary to her wishes, she still can't sleep.

"Uncle, did you sleep?"

"No." The men's voice is clear and crisp.

"I ask you something. Can you promise me to be honest..."

The little fox at night is cunning and intriguing. The chief officer really wants to order her not to say anything and sleep quietly.

Otherwise, in the dead of night, with his wife on the side, the man's body and mind are not happy.

But he tried to be gentle with her. "What's up?"

The bottom of Mian Mian's heart is actually a guess.

In fact, after all, the truth will not go too far.

What is she worthy of being favored by such a high-ranking man as buccone? She knows very well.

But after all, she is a little girl with a little humble hope and expectation in her heart

In the dark.

She asked quietly, "Uncle Zhan, you have fiancee and a lovely son But why marry me? Don't tell me that I'm responsible for you. I'm not a child. Uncle Zhan, are you forced to marry by your family or What do you have to do? It's in my father's hands... "

Zhan Muqian What is the purpose of using her?