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

The city of Paris, whether it is Césaire or the God of Death, is very familiar, and the relationship between the parents of the three parties is very good, so it is very good to have the feelings of their generation.

César parked the car in the parking lot of a large shopping mall.

Listen to the car, the three of them got out of the car and easily overwhelmed passers-by.

Nan Shu'er is elegant and beautiful, with aristocratic temperament in every gesture, and one can tell that she is a well-cultivated lady. Even if she doesn't have any dazzling jewelry on her body, her style and charm are the best decorations.

Shenmu is very young, and young and beautiful women are undoubtedly the easiest to steal people's attention. She is dressed casually, and seems to be unaware of the eyes of others. She has an excellent temperament, quiet and gentle, with long hair. hair, like an oriental goddess.

The man who got out of the car at the end can only make people sigh that God is really unfair. In this world, there are always people who are favored by God, or they are rich, powerful, or have a beautiful appearance. Allure.

There are some people who occupy them all, such as César.

Without any compromise, he just needs to stand in front of you and let you know that he is such a person, occupying all the favors of God.

"Mommy," Shenmu said in a low voice, "I'm under a lot of pressure walking with you."

Nan Shu'er has such capital. Although she is about forty years old, she can guarantee that people who don't know them will think they are sisters when they see them standing together.

An Mo and Dongfang Qi also came over at this time. Hearing this, she joked like she was laughing at herself, "If Miss Shenmu said that, then I would feel even more ashamed."

They walked together, two beautiful men, two beautiful women, she was the most embarrassed, but fortunately, An Mo didn't seem to care.

Nan Shu'er's beauty was well-known in the entire upper class society, and it seemed that she was born to be envied to a height that countless ladies and ladies could not reach.

As for Gong Shenmu, she seldom appeared in public. The only time, it is said, was at Commander Aike’s resignation meeting, when she appeared on the stage holding Hughes’ arm. and Jian Lan.

An Mo's temperament is very good, Shu'er narrowed her eyes slightly, women usually have natural hostility to women who are more beautiful than herself, and she seems very calm about this.

It seems that this girl is not ordinary.

Of course, for ordinary girls, César would not be with her. She looks so young and can climb to such a high position. Thinking about it...

Women's shopping is nothing more than clothes, jewelry and shoes. Although Shenmu doesn't know why Nan Shu'er suddenly became interested in these things, she always has a good temper to accompany her.

The relationship between mother and daughter is very good, talking and laughing.

"Mumu," Nan Shu'er casually slid his finger over the clothes one by one, and then picked out one of them, "Come on, try this one."

Shenmu's quiet smile along the way finally showed a crack. She looked at the black dress, which had a very simple and simple design. It looked like it was designed by a master.

There are only thin suspenders on the shoulders, and there is only one diamond as decoration, which is not obvious. The skirt itself is undoubtedly very beautiful, especially when worn on a beauty, it must be even more beautiful.

It's just that the skirt is a bit short, and Shenmu and An Mo even suspected that this skirt was really not designed to seduce men?

Her occupation is a freelance painter, a very casual and idle occupation, so even her dressing style is very casual.

Although she has no problem handling such a sexy dress, but... Shenmu thought silently, as if she saw a pit in front of her, but she could only obediently jump into it.

Such a mood is really...depressing.

Nan Shu'er smiled softly and harmlessly, "What's the matter, Mumu," he said, looking at her aggrievedly, "Are you disliking my taste?"

Before Shenmu could say anything, she looked at Dongfang Qi aggrievedly, and asked with a smile, "Dongfang, do you think Mumu will look good in this?"

Dongfang Qi glanced at Shenmu, the so-called wife should not be offended, but the mother-in-law is the last one to offend. Although Nan Shu'er is not Shenmu's biological mother, but based on her deep love for Xia Jin's sisters, she probably offended her. He just offended Xia Jin.

So, with a charming smile on his face, he said in a low and nice voice, "Mumu naturally looks good in anything."

An Mo also smiled, "Miss Shenmu is a beauty, she looks good in anything she wears."

It sounded like an extremely sincere compliment, and there was no trace of falsehood at all, and even her eyes were a little envious.

Shenmu closed her eyes, feeling very powerless, she had lost all control right from here, this feeling made her physically and mentally exhausted, but she had to deal with it.

She was about to reach out to pick up the skirt, but it was just a skirt, there was nothing she couldn't wear.

But—"It's so ugly."

It was neither hot nor cold, and the voice was not too loud, but everyone heard it.

Shenmu's hand paused, her eyelashes quiet.

Nan Shu'er was instantly furious, wishing he could slap that ignorant kid to death.

She complained silently, no wonder she doesn't like you, relying on it, just for today's sentence, she feels that it is a truth that Shen admires him and doesn't like him, there is nothing to prove.

When he came back to his senses, Shenmu had already taken the skirt and turned to go to the dressing room. When she reached the door, she stopped, looked at César, raised her chin, her smile was as gentle as ever, but there was a hint of A bit uninhibited and provocative, "Mr. Godfather, my face and figure will make me unable to wear clothes. Are you picking on me to find fault with me?"

The eyebrows and eyes are almost cold, but it seems to be just an illusion when you look closely.

Dongfang Qi raised her eyebrows. In this case, she really has the utmost confidence in her beauty and capital. Especially, such a gesture is inexplicably more flavorful when said by a woman like her who is actually very indifferent.

César's eyes darkened to the extreme, and there was even a faint flame burning in the depths.

There was such a strong smell of gunpowder. Nan Shu'er smiled slightly, but accidentally bumped into An Mo's eyes that seemed to be thinking deeply. He squinted slightly and quickly passed by.

"Ciselle," Nan Shu'er folded his chest, "Come on, tell me, what's so ugly about that dress?"