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

Shenmu laughed, as if she said something so funny, she smiled sweetly, "Miss An, it doesn't matter whether I remember my identity or not, as long as it is, don't forget, because I am the second Miss Yemen , I am your sweetheart's favorite woman, if I am not happy, I can just make you disappear from my sight, understand?"

"Also, it doesn't matter if a woman has no style, but it's not good if she can't distinguish reality."

After Shenmu finished speaking, she turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"Do you love him?" An Mo asked abruptly, "Gong Shenmu, do you love him?"

Shenmu stopped in her tracks again, her smile was a little more mocking than before, "So much to say, so much to ask, Miss An, what exactly do you want to do? Why don't you explain it clearly."

"If you don't love him, then leave." She wanted a clear answer, so she said it clearly, "You are not qualified to stay by his side."

Hehe, she is not qualified to stay by his side.

A layer of dark background quickly passed through the glass-colored eyes, and she looked directly into An Mo's eyes.He said word by word, "An Mo, don't take your feelings too seriously. Don't think that you love him so much that you can tell me what to do with him. I hate it when I see it."

An Mo only felt that Gong Shenmu's attitude of speaking was extremely arrogant, completely defiant.

No matter how she is a gentle and polite lady in the rumors, she is all a lie.

"To each other," An Mo said coldly, "I don't need your liking either." She didn't even bother to deal with such a hypocritical woman, "Also, respected second lady, you have been pretending in front of him for so many years , don't you find it hard?"

A cold needle pierced her heart accurately. It was cold and cold. Although it was thin and painless, there was blood.

The hands that were hanging on her sides slowly closed into fists, but her face was full of smiles, "Miss An, you really are a spoiled little girl."

When going downstairs, Shenmu thought lightly, she began to believe that An Mo really liked César, because only this kind of little girl who doesn't know what reality is, would feel that love is too big, just like her 16-year-old .

Hearing that she blocked two shots for César, the color in her eyes gradually cooled down.

No matter how kind the opponent is, she can only be ruthless to the end, she has no choice.

She didn't read the newspaper, didn't turn on the computer or the TV, and didn't care about what happened outside from last night to today.

César was not in the castle, she guessed it was to deal with what happened in the past two days.

Looking at the sun, it is already evening, and the sunset is slowly sinking until it brings all the light into the night.

The servants in the castle knew her very well, and nothing disturbed her. She walked in the castle alone, and when she came to the garden, she stopped under a swing under a big tree on a meadow.

The dark wooden rattan chair is surrounded by green vines. The chair looks very old and the vines are very beautiful.

Her hands rested on it, her lips curled into a faint smile, her fingers grasped the rope on the swing, and she sat on it.

Since when, she hardly played on the swing. When she was thirteen or fourteen, she loved the swing the most. She liked to be rocked from behind and then swing high.

There used to be a swing at home, but because she played too much, she fell from mid-air, and her father removed the swing from the house in a rage, and he was not allowed to hang it any more.

She was not comforted when she fell, and lost all the swings. She was desperate, regardless, crying to death, and would not listen to anyone's comfort. She tried her best to fight her father, thinking that you would not I swing and I cry to death in front of you.

Her father's heart was as iron as iron, and he said coldly, get out and make her cry, and then everyone withdrew without daring to disobey her order.

Then, she really cried.

She was aggrieved at the time, and felt that the whole world had abandoned her. She had been held in the hands of everyone since she was a child, and she almost broke her leg while playing on a swing, but they didn't comfort her in the end.

Crying without strength, she just shed tears, silently alone, and then she didn't know how César slipped into her room.

Standing beside her bed and crying for 10 minutes, I finally felt that I couldn't take it anymore, and probably felt that everyone in the room couldn't persuade her because of her crying skills at that time, so he gave up without trying.

Then he used the most direct method of stopping crying from classic film and television dramas, directly holding her head and covering her mouth with his own lips.

A 14-year-old girl, as soon as his lips came up, she felt that she was shocked by an electric shock. She forgot how to cry for a second, and her tears disappeared.

When she realized that she had been kissed, she slapped her with a slap without hesitation. She screamed fiercely on the spot, "You pervert, you dare to steal my first kiss."

César was speechless. He had been beaten by a woman once in his life, and his mother had never hit him in the face. Touching his face, which was almost swollen, he was very calm, "Well, I stole it."

She immediately raised eyebrows, "You bullied me, I'm going to tell my daddy and my brother." - He will definitely be beaten.

Thinking of the consequences of being sued, César silently felt sorry for himself, who made him like such a heartless little girl.

But when she saw that she was struggling with the broken leg and wanted to get out of bed, she quickly offered her back, "Don't mess around, I'll carry you on my back."

She was pretending to get out of bed, but when she saw that he was really squatting in front of her bed and waiting for her to climb up, she didn't move, her eyes rolled around, "My mommy cry is useful every time, it's nothing. It's useless to cry, my dad doesn't love me anymore."

After hearing that, César turned around, sat beside her, and said with a blank expression, "It's only useful for your mommy to cry in front of your father. Your crying is only useful for me, understand?"

She didn't understand, she was so young, how could she understand such a complicated interpersonal relationship.

"You just kissed me secretly and told my dad that he would definitely break your leg." She blinked her eyes and looked at her own leg. "A broken leg hurts and is boring."

The corner of César's lips twitched, and he continued to maintain a blank expression, "I've already kissed you," he thought to himself, can you still not complain?

Miss Gong Er knew well since she was a child that if she has a backer, she must use it. She never did such stupid things as swallowing something when she was bullied, so anyone who dared to bully her was a dead word.

If he dared to kiss, he was ready to break his leg.