Chapter 879

(Jiageng, 43)

although Mianmian is not superstitious and afraid of ghosts, it's really dark here. Since he closed the door, there's no light at all.

She was scared to death. When she got up with her limp legs to touch the switch beside the door wall, she turned it on and off several times, but there was still no reaction.

It seems that there is not only no heating in this room, but also no electricity

Maybe Zhan Muqian, the great bitch, deliberately cut off the electric switch here.

Mian Mian beat the door and finally felt a little soft. Her voice was thin and low, "let me out, it's so dark and cold..."

……

When Mian Mian curls up in the little dark room in the attic.

Zhan Muqian disinfects himself with alcohol. Although he is a soldier, he is not invulnerable.

The little lioness took a cruel and poisonous bite and almost bit a piece of his flesh.

The wound is really some serious. After cleaning, the hemostasis has been done for a long time. The bright red blood is thoroughly soaked with several pieces of sterilized cotton.

The servants were waiting on the side, which was shocking.

It's hard for anyone to think how his husband got hurt like this

Who can hurt him so badly.

This is even worse.

Although the wife is a little grumpy, but she is thin and small, where is the opponent of the war chief.

The servant was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask.

Until he finally stops bleeding and bandages himself.

The younger servant was also timid and couldn't help saying, "Sir, you are seriously injured. If you are in trouble with infection, would you like to ask a doctor to come and have a look?"

Zhan Muqian looked serious, waved his hand and said nothing.

The servant did not dare to say more and left in a hurry.

He looked like an officer who had lost the battle. The whole handsome face was covered with dark clouds and the worst happened.

It's not like a new president.

It's not like a high spirited young man.

The study was in a mess. He had a lot of urgent business to deal with.

Now there is no mood, the whole person like an ice sculpture sitting in the bedroom sofa.

He should make Jiang mianmianmian's audacious fool, Dongxiguan, remember her for a long time.

But my mind is full of her

It seems that she didn't even wear pants. How about knee pain after rheumatism in that little black room.

……

At first, aunt Qiao was afraid of Zhan Muqian's anger.

Hesitated for a long time.

She hovered for a long time with her wife's Velvet trousers in her hands.

Think about it Mr. A should have a rest. Maybe he won't pay attention to her.

Aunt Qiao walked in the attic all the time and carefully turned the door handle. Only then did she find that the door was locked from the outside with a key.

Although she is a housekeeper, the key is usually put in a special place. At this time, it should be put away by Mr. Zhan.

She couldn't open the door. She was more anxious. She knocked on the door and said, "how are you, ma'am? Have a word?"

Mian Mian didn't fall asleep. She was dressed very well. Her pants were picked by Zhan Muqian, so she was very cold in the room without heating.

Jincheng now has a temperature of more than 10 degrees at night. She must be shivering without pants.

I thought I was going to spend the night in this little dark room. Suddenly I heard aunt Qiao's voice. She was also surprised, and her voice line trembled Is it you? You open the door. There is no light in the room. I'm afraid. It's still cold. Would you open the door... "