The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

"Really?" Shenmu smirked, but her voice was weak, small, even slender, "Well, I know you like me the most."

César's body was sunk in the sofa, he felt that he could even imagine Shenmu's appearance at this time, his eyes must be half-closed, the smile on his lips was blurred and charming, and there was also a sense of stupidity without knowing it , the long eyelashes are flickering, and the skin is still white, very clean and smooth, it looks like I want to touch it, and I want to kiss it once I touch it.

"Mumu," his voice became deeper and deeper, "are you sleeping on the bed now?"

"Yeah," she answered him obediently, "I'm in the quilt... It's so cold, really cold." In the end, there was a whimper like a cat.

César's brows were all frowned, it was very cold, he heard her voice, and even felt her shivering, "Mumu, turn up the heating in your bedroom, or ask the maid to change your bed a thicker quilt,"

The weather in London should not be cold at all. The godfather doesn't know the weather in Rome, but he knows the weather in London very well.

He suddenly remembered that when he hugged her many times, he felt that her body was very cold. He even asked Uncle Han Li about it, but he said that some girls' bodies are cold, that's it. It's all right.

Is it because of this that she is afraid of the cold?

The heating is useless, and the quilt is also useless. She really wanted to say, hug me, this is the only way to keep out the cold, and the words even reached her lips, but they were still stopped.

She couldn't even remember why, she just knew that she couldn't say this, um, she couldn't say it.

"Will you always like me?" She asked, just like the little girl they saw on campus acting like a baby to her boyfriend when they were 17 years old, they would hug each other's arms and ask, would you always like me.

"Mumu," the green eyes darkened, "Have you been drinking?"

Why did you ask him such a question, why did you tease him so openly.

"Gong Shenmu, if I stand in front of you tomorrow and you can still ask the same question, then I will love you forever." There is a touch of tension in his voice, and there is even more tension that cannot be suppressed , "Tomorrow will you remember what you asked now?"

Tomorrow, tomorrow, Shenmu bit her lip, and the sound of sobbing and crying unconsciously escaped from between her lips and teeth.

The mobile phone fell from her hand, and her fingers grabbed the quilt under her body vigorously, and all the uncontrollable voices poured out.

César felt that the voice on the phone was cut off, as if someone had taken the phone away, "Mumu?" He panicked, "Mumu, what's wrong with you?"

How seriously ill is she, and why is it so serious that she can't even answer the phone?

Faintly, it seemed that there was a crying sound reaching his ears.

is she cryingIs Mumu crying?But why is she crying so much?Yes, Shenmu had never cried like this, he hadn't even seen her cry for many years.

For a long time, she bit her hand that was clenched into a fist, and touched the phone back to her own phone again, "It's okay," she said slowly, enduring all her emotions that were accidentally leaked out in this dark night, "I'm so tired, Cesare, I'm so tired."

Such a weak voice, in such darkness, is extraordinarily fragile, is it too tired because of illness?It's just why such a voice sounded so distressing, he even felt that there was a needle on the tip of his heart.

"Mumu, it's time for you to go to bed." Although he was very reluctant to bear her abnormality, he knew that maybe next time, he would hear her gentle gentleness, but she was very tired, so he could only Let her go to rest.

He hated her hard work, not at all.

"Well," she covered her mouth, and she didn't know when her consciousness slowly returned to her body. The pain in her body paused for a while, "good night."

"Mumu, good night."

A stiff busy tone came from the phone, and the pain that had subsided just now raged in her body again, and the meaning that came back to her mind just now was once again covered by the tide.

The hand holding her own quilt became more and more vigorous, almost tearing the thick quilt, but she couldn't, she had no strength, she had no strength for a long time, but she exhausted her last strength.

The boundless pain and the boundless cold drowned out all her sanity bit by bit, and then pulled her completely into the darkness.

Su Yan takes care of him seriously and attentively. She feeds him medicine, eats and serves him meals, and helps her wash and change her clothes. I don’t know if it’s because she is a doctor or for other reasons. She takes care of people. Very smooth, careful and thoughtful.

Mu Liuli never came to look for her again, and she didn't even appear in front of her. Although he was a little strange, he didn't ask too much. After all, the head of the Yemen Interrogation Hall has a lot of unfinished things waiting for her. It's normal to have no time for her.

"Talk about Feng Qiqi," she pursed her mouth. Although she doesn't like Makino Sakura, more precisely, they are enemies, but, "You're so hurt that your mother doesn't even come to see you?"

After all, it's a mother and son, how can she be so indifferent, she still feels very upset.

"No," Feng said calmly, "For her, getting hurt is because it's useless, it's the most embarrassing thing, and she won't come to see me because of it."

What?Su Yan's eyes widened, where did this kind of divine logic come from?What is hurting is the most embarrassing thing. Cursing words rushed to her lips, but she stopped and said nothing.

From her standpoint, it is indeed inappropriate to say something.

"How long will it take for my injury to heal?" Feng Jue frowned, and Su Yan found that he seemed to be frowning all the time. She guessed that it was because something happened that made him so nervous.

"Probably rest for half a month." Su Yan thought for a while, and said a conservative estimate. Although she is a doctor, she can only rely on herself to recover and recover, so she can't do anything.

After half a month, he raised his face and said calmly, "Yanyan, it's not half a month, we have to go back to New York within three days."