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

Shenmu slept very deeply. In fact, she was also a light sleeper, but probably there was a familiar aura here, and she was very tired, so she slept very deeply.

So much so that she didn't hear the sound of pushing the door and the sound of footsteps. She was still curled up on the sofa, frowning intentionally or unintentionally, as if she had a bad dream.

César was supported by An Mo. He seemed to be leaning half of his body on her because of his lack of strength. His half-closed green eyes were full of drunkenness.

"An Mo," César called her name in a low voice, all the warm breath sprayed on the skin of her neck, and soon, a layer of fine particles slowly floated up.

She thought he was drunk, but it turned out that he was not really drunk.

"Godfather," An Mo bit her lip, her black eyes filled with distress, "Stop doing this again, and stop drinking so much for her, okay?"

People who can't see it won't care, but she sees it all the time, and those scorching liquid will burn her heart.

Whose eyelashes moved slightly.

"An Mo," César called out her name again, he frowned, and said lightly, "Go out, I'm tired."

An Mo thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "Okay, be careful, and come to me if you need anything."

She let go of his hand carefully, for fear that he would stagger and fall down, but he looked as if he was drunk, but he still stood firmly after she let go.

An Mo turned around and walked towards the door. When her hand touched the door, her footsteps stopped suddenly. When her hand closed the doorknob, she stopped in vain.

She closed her eyes, plucked up her courage, and slowly said word by word, "If you are together well, then I may never say it, but, I just want to tell you that if one day, you Tired, or you don't want to love her anymore, I've been waiting for you."

"Ceizer, I love you as much as you love her."

He loves God, she knows, she is not jealous.

However, Shenmu does not love him, she is very distressed.

If the woman does not love, then she will love.

The air was very still, so the breath of the third person was particularly obvious.

Quiet's voice sounded faintly, with a faint smile, "Sorry, I seem to have disturbed you."

Shenmu quietly sat up from the sofa, her long eyelashes drooping, thickly casting a shadow.

She combed her long hair slowly with her hands, she didn't look embarrassed at all, but the smile in her eyes was cool.

His eyes fell on César, his pupils dilated slightly, as if it was unbelievable.

Surprisingly, will she appear here?Shenmu smiled softly in her heart.

This is really a touching confession.

I will always be here waiting for you.

She wanted to ask, did she feel very moved?

But she didn't say anything, just stood up from the sofa, with a shallow smile, she squinted her eyes, "Do you need me to avoid it?"

Mr. Godfather hasn't answered the touching confession just now. It's really not good for her to be here.

Taking the bag on the coffee table casually, she lowered her eyebrows and walked quietly towards the door.

The wrist was pulled with great force, so big that it almost crushed her hand bones.

She didn't struggle forcefully either, letting him hold her like this.

"Get out." A deep voice overflowed from the throat.

An Mo glanced at Mu, smiled wryly to herself, said nothing, opened the door and went out without making any sound.

Shenmu took a deep breath, then turned her head, and said flatly, "Cesar, you hurt me."

Doesn't he know that he has great strength?It really hurts.

César stared at this woman for a moment, with green eyes, still drunk, she saw the deepest complexity in his eyes.

She said in a low voice, "Isn't it uncomfortable after drinking for so long?"

He smiled, "Gong Shenmu, when will you care, will I feel uncomfortable?"

Her face turned pale suddenly, and the other hand slowly closed into a fist. After a moment of silence, she still smiled, "Cesar, you are drunk, go back to the bedroom and rest."

He needed to rest, but not because he was drunk.

He still looked at her motionless, as if he wanted to see through her whole body.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling slowly surged up in his chest, he looked at her, what kind of eyes was this?

She didn't know, only that there was no temperature.

He stretched out his hand and slowly caressed her face. All eyes were locked on her face, and he leaned close to her. The distance was so close that he could hear the sound of each other's breathing.

"Shenmu," he called her name, with a little more smile and less intimacy, and a sudden force with his unused hand pushed her back.

Shenmu didn't take any precautions, and was pushed against the wall behind him unexpectedly.

"Cesar," Shenmu opened his eyes wide, looked at the abnormal man in front of him, bit his lips, lowered his voice, and looked blankly, "What's wrong with you?"

But he didn't speak, he held her waist with his hands, pressed his chest against her soft body, buried his face in her neck, and the smell that belonged to her spread to his olfactory nerves from all directions.

Little by little, he bewitched his sanity.

He lowered his head and bit it, admired the pain, and called out in a low voice, "Cesar."

He finally raised his head, with a gleam in his eyes, "Mumu, are you here to see me?"

The voice is a bit greasy, and it seems that there are other emotions mixed in it.

Shenmu finally laughed, nodded, and said with dissatisfaction in his voice, "Yeah, but you made me wait for so long, and you went out to fool around with other women."

She seemed to use the two words fooling around very smoothly, and she didn't feel anything wrong at all.

He pinched her nose involuntarily and smiled lowly, "Are you jealous?"

Shenmu pouted slightly, and whispered, "She likes you."

And she also confessed to him. When she was there, thinking of this made her even more depressed, "Are you very moved by what she said?"

"Moved?" He rubbed her face with his fingers, and said lightly, "She said, she likes me, just like I like you."

Shenmu was stunned, hearing César's voice continue to sound slowly in her ears, "But, how could she understand how much I like you?"

She listened, ignoring the weird feeling in her heart, leisurely and sweet, and hugged his waist with her backhand.

"I like you very much too." You will never know how much I like you.

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