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

Her fingers clung to the strings on either side of the swing that César had made for her when she begged her mommy to let her come to the Mafia, and she hadn't played in years.

Just looking at this swing, she can clearly feel that her life has been cut in two, the former her and the present her.

With her head down, her heart was so oppressed that she even felt that it was difficult for her to breathe.

"What's wrong?" A familiar voice sounded, and the body was hugged from behind, "Are you feeling unwell?"

She turned her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, "No, I'm fine," rubbing against his chest in confusion, "Let's go back, I'm very hungry."

He looked at the expression on her face, she was very unhappy, César frowned, he didn't like her like this.

"En." He only said one word, and led her down from the swing.

Arms around her waist, he always needs this way to confirm that she is by his side.

"Why do you want to keep An Mo by your side?" After walking for a while, she asked quietly.

César looked at her sideways, "Do you mind her?"

Shenmu replied without any disguise, "Let her leave the Mafia."

César stared, and said with a teasing smile, "Are you jealous?"

"Even if I'm jealous, will you agree?"

César was silent for a minute before slowly opening his mouth, "Mumu, if I say no for now..." His hand on her waist tightened, whether it was intentional or not.

Shenmu pursed her lips, but didn't make a sound.

César took her by the hand to the dining room. There were already steaming meals on the table. The exquisite Western-style meals looked delicious.

Shenmu narrowed his eyes, and a sneer flashed across his eyes.

César opened the chair for her, "Eat first, you haven't eaten anything these two days."

Just as he was helping her by the shoulders to make her sit down, he saw An Mo coming out with a bowl of fragrant soup.

She exchanged glances with Shenmu, quickly turned her sideways, maintained a suitable smile on her face, brought the soup to the table and laid it out before she said unnaturally, "Godfather, I heard that Hui Hui said that you I have been very busy for a while, and I didn’t sleep well, so I specially made soup for you according to the nourishing saying in traditional Chinese medicine, which should have the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the body.”

Shenmu lowered her eyes, picked up the knife and fork quietly and as if no one else was there, and slowly and methodically cut the beef on the plate.

César didn't react very much, he hummed lightly, and sat down opposite Shenmu.

The smile on An Mo's face froze for two seconds, but he didn't say anything. He quietly stepped aside, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "Godfather, just now Qing called and said that he and Hui would come over. It will be here soon..."

Just as he was talking, footsteps sounded, and the two had already walked in.

They are all young and handsome men, so they are not very eye-catching, but they are all clean and powerful men.

The two obviously didn't expect that César was eating now, although it was time to eat.

César glanced at them lightly, "Have you eaten yet?"

The two were a little embarrassed, but they still shook their heads honestly, "No."

César doesn't like people around him lying to him, not to mention that their godfather has never been a polite person.

An Mo understood immediately, and turned to tell the kitchen staff to prepare meals.

Shenmu's careless hand holding the fork suddenly slowed down, and when An Mo came back, her hand hadn't moved much.

"Godfather," An Mo said with a smile on his face, "I've already..."

"Crack," the crisp sound, the sound of a fork falling onto the porcelain, suddenly sounded in the dining room. With this small movement, everyone's eyes fell on her.

Shenmu didn't seem to notice it, and wiped his mouth slowly and methodically, "I'm full, I'll go back and rest first."

After speaking, he stood up, and when he turned around, he smiled at Hui and Qing as a greeting.

"Mumu." César's voice sank, and he stopped her from behind.

Shenmu also cooperated, and turned to look at him, "Is there anything else?"

César looked at her innocently and indifferently, as if everyone here was irrelevant.

He hated her attitude.

But An Mo spoke at this time, she was still neither humble nor overbearing, "Miss Shenmu, if you don't want to see me, you can just say it, if you starve to death, the godfather will be the one who will feel sorry for you."

The sarcasm in her words, others do not understand, Shenmu will not understand.

Shenmu raised the corners of her lips with a smile, "Hmm, I don't even have the freedom not to eat a meal?" Her voice was very soft, but it made people feel heavy for no reason. Still smiling lightly and delicately, "This meal is not cooked to my liking, so I have to stop eating it?"

An Mo's face changed slightly. Although she didn't say it clearly, everyone knew that she cooked the dinner. When she said that, she was slapping her in public.

She began to gradually realize that Gong Shenmu was not the kind of woman she had imagined, no matter what kind she was, she didn't fit.

By doing this and saying this, she didn't even care about Hui Heqing's presence, she just showed her arrogance unabashedly.

How can you be so careless.

After speaking, he lifted his foot and was about to leave, Hui and Qing looked at each other, feeling that the atmosphere was very awkward.

The godfather wouldn't just let her go.

Sure enough, the sound of the chair rubbing against the floor was heard, and he had already got up, walked quickly to her side, took her arm, and hugged most of her body into his arms, "Mumu," his voice already Suppressed anger.

Shenmu looked at him with innocent eyes, "You can eat, I'm sleepy."

She is very sleepy, she slept for half a day today, why is she so sleepy?

He simply hugged her and didn't care who was there, since they were his subordinates, not to mention that even if someone else was there, he probably wouldn't care.

"What exactly do you want?" He stared at her face tightly, breathing on her face, frowning, and the strength in his hands seemed to break her waist.

Shenmu smiled faintly, "Cesar, I don't understand what you mean, I just don't want to eat."

He looked at her for a few seconds, compromised, and said in a low voice, "Okay, how can you be willing to eat."

Standing there, An Mo felt that her heart was tightly gripped and aching. The palace god Mu Ming was pretending to be capricious, but he doted on her so much.