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

"I sometimes feel that loving her is my unhappiness for ten years."

The voice fell, followed by the footsteps of high-heeled shoes that were neither too high nor too low.

With long hair hanging down, Shenmu stood quietly at the door.

Huijian César's face changed slightly, and he stared straight at the door. As soon as he turned around, he saw a warm woman standing upright.

The light in the living room was bright, casting long shadows on her thick eyelashes.

There was no expression on her face, only a quiet background, the color of which was like the moonlight at midnight.

"Miss Shenmu," Hui took a few seconds to react, saluted her slightly, and said in a low voice, "Godfather, I'm going out first."

Then, he backed out without making a sound, and walked past her at the door, only to feel that there was something else deeply hidden in her coldness.

There is always the illusion that time has been slowed down.

I don't know how long it took before Shenmu lifted her foot and walked in front of him.

"Mobai almost had an accident in Yemen." She stopped in front of the coffee table, and she used the usual tone of yes, but it seemed to have a somewhat formulaic flavor in it, "My mommy told you to take her back to the Mafia , When my brother gets married, take her back with you when you go back, Yemen is not safe now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around, as if she came here just to tell such a fact.

"How much have you heard?" César's voice came from behind, with a faint, no emotion.

Shenmu's footsteps stopped, she didn't look back, "Hui is right, you shouldn't spend all your tutoring on me, maybe as long as you are willing, there are plenty of women waiting for you to like."

After finishing these words lightly, she continued to walk forward.

"Do you really think so?"

This time, she stopped at the door, clasped her hands on the edge of the door, with all four fingers pointing outward, exerting extra force.

He heard her laughter, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick and deliberate, "What kind of woman do you want to be with, or what kind of woman do you want to fall in love with to forget me? I don't care."

"But An Mo can't, I don't allow you to like her."

Not allowed?

César laughed from behind, "Mumu, what kind of position are you using to tell me you're not sure?"

She has no position, or even qualifications.

But, so what, "Cesar, you know better than me the identity of the people around you."

César put down his wine glass and looked at her quiet and straight back, "You can marry Dongfang Qi, why can't I choose An Mo, at least—she blocked a shot for me, isn't it better than someone who can't even accept your identity?" Men are more suitable?"

Shenmu bit her lip, turned around suddenly, raised her chin, looked directly into César's eyes, and said word by word, "If you are with her, I will, kill her."

Without listening to his answer again, she left his room.

The place where he lives is not very close to her room, but there is a garden path in the middle, which can be inserted through it, and it only takes a few minutes to get there.

"Mumu," she just walked out of the garden when she heard Han Li's voice calling her.

Shenmu looked in the direction of the voice, then stopped, and walked towards Hanli.

"Uncle Han Li," she said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Han Li glanced at her, "Did you quarrel with César?"

Shenmu laughed, it seemed that everyone was asking her if she had a fight with César recently.

Are you fighting?They never really fought.

She raised her face and smiled, "You once told me that no one can bear another person's willfulness and awkwardness for ten years, I have been waiting for the day, just like everyone knows that they will die sooner or later Waiting for the same."

Han Li frowned, trying to say something.

But she saw a drop of tear suddenly fall from her eyes, slipped from the corner of her eye to her chin, and finally fell down.

"He said today that loving me is his unhappiness for so many years." She closed her eyes and said lightly, "He is tired, and I am tired too."

Han Li took two steps forward and held her by the shoulders, "Mumu, don't say that, César is just talking out of anger, the matter between you and Dongfang Qi has irritated him."

"I grew up with him, and I can tell which of his words is true and which is not true."

"Are you still insisting on doing this?" Han Li sighed softly, his eyes filled with distress.

In fact, she clearly knew that she had no other choice, otherwise, she would not have done so.

"I am 21 years old today. For so many years, I haven't been with my family seriously, and I haven't visited other places. I have spent all my time on him for five years, but what I gave him was all unhappy. .”

Is there anything more ironic than this?

When she heard that sentence, she never felt that she was such a failure.

So, maybe she was wrong from the beginning.

"Uncle Han Li," she lowered her head, "I beg you, let Mo Bai wake up quickly, my father and mother must not lose both daughters."

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The world-famous wedding of the century, the quaint and huge church was almost full of people, and Yemen seemed to try its best to hold this wedding grandly.

It could even be called a grand visual feast. The indifferent and handsome groom, in a well-tailored black dress, stood straight in front of the altar.

His eyes were straight and focused on the direction of the long red carpet, and his whole body was as handsome as a Greek statue, even a bit dreamy.

Shenmu sat quietly among the guests. If it weren't for this situation, her brother's marriage to Wen Luo would probably have been held quietly. It was so grand that she wouldn't even have the chance to be a bridesmaid.

Originally, she and Su Yan were the most suitable candidates for bridesmaids. If the bridesmaid is not Hughes, it should be César, but because people all over the world are watching, they can only be bridesmaids with the most trusted servants of his brother's subordinates. best man.

She watched Wen Luo, who was wearing a white wedding dress, walk in slowly with the wedding march, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

The bride is indeed the most beautiful, wearing a white wedding dress, holy and dust-free.

Dazed and smiled again, she probably didn't even have a chance to put on a wedding dress.