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

Shenmu stayed in the Mafia for about a week, and then said that he would leave Rome and return to Yemen for a few days.

César was naturally displeased with this point, and according to his wishes, he wished that Shenmu would be by his side every minute.

She hugged his arm, "Three days, I will be back in three days, okay? I want to go back to see my brother, and I also want to see my daddy and mommy. If I don't go back, they will angry."

César thought for a while, father-in-law and mother-in-law are still very important, if he always bullies others and doesn't allow her to leave, he will definitely get points deducted, and he can't stand her insistence, so he finally nodded and agreed.

"Three days," he kissed her collarbone, biting gently, "I will definitely come back in three days."

"Well," she smiled, "if I don't come back, you can come to me."

He stopped kissing her, put his hands on her face, and said in a low voice, "Okay, if you don't come back, I will go find you."

Pressing her cheek, it was another deep and lingering kiss.

Her love for each other is the happiness of stepping on the tip of a knife.

César sent Hui to send her to London in person, Shenmu didn't object, and smiled lightly, was he worried that something would happen to her, or was he worried that she would not really go back to Yemen, but go to other places?

Of course, she didn't say anything, she just said yes with a smile.

Hui sent her to London, and it was not until Yuezhuo came to pick her up that he handed over her and returned.

The people brought by Yuezhuo took Shenmu's luggage, opened the car door and let her get in the car, the gentle smile on Shenmu's face gradually disappeared.

The driver drove in silence, Yuezhuo sat in the co-pilot's seat, fastened his seat belt in admiration and slowly, and asked quietly, "Where is she?"

"In the interrogation hall." Yue Zhuo immediately knew who she was asking, and quickly replied respectfully.

"Anyone else know?"

"No." After thinking for a while, he added, "The Interrogation Hall was originally an independent department in Yemen, and no one else dared to intervene except the boss."

"Well," she replied lightly, keeping her fingers away from her long hair.

Yue Zhuo glanced at her anxiously, and asked cautiously, "Aren't you worried that the godfather will know?"

Hearing this, Shenmu was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What do you think will happen if he finds out?"

If the godfather knew, probably, Yuezhuo thought about it, and said in a low voice, "It should be, it won't be a big deal."

At most, he would lose his temper, and would not really do anything to her. He would never really want Miss Shenmu for the sake of An Mo.

As soon as Shenmu got off the plane, she called her mommy and said that she would be going home soon. Unfortunately, her mommy and daddy had already gone out, and they were not in Yemen.

Looking at the screen of the phone, she didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or be sad. She was afraid that she no longer had so much time to spend with her family.

Shenmu went back to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and went directly to the interrogation hall.

There are two kinds of people in the prison of the interrogation hall, one is the most dangerous prisoners, so they need the safest and most cautious guards, and the other is the most special status, and no information can be leaked.

An Mo was locked in the third cell from the bottom. Opposite her, there was sunlight that could shine in, but where she was, she always stayed in the shadows all year round.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near. She had rarely heard footsteps this week. It seemed that the people locked up here had been completely forgotten. Even if someone passed by occasionally, no one would pay attention to her.

She even had the illusion that she had been cut off from the outside world, this was Yemen, of course she knew, she also knew that the reason why she was arrested here was because of Gong Shenmu.

The footsteps are a little closer, and you can tell the sound of high heels. High heels represent women. She sneered, is she here?

Looking at the woman standing in front of her, An Mo raised the corners of her lips and smiled coldly, "I thought you would think about it only after you knew that you would imprison me for a month."

Gong Shenmu was dressed in white on the upper body, black trousers on the lower body, black special military boots that reached to the knees, long hair fluttering, and a cool, yet calm demeanor.

Shenmu said softly, "My family doesn't have so much free food to feed others."

An Mo stood up. She looked very embarrassed. She was imprisoned here for a week. Although she was not treated in any other way except restricting her freedom, this alone was enough to burn her patience, because she did not I know what's going on in the outside world.

She took two steps forward, raised her chin, "Gong Shenmu, I just said a few words that you don't like to hear, and you are going to kill them all. Second Miss Yemen, are you a little too boring?"

Shenmu looked at her for a while, then chuckled, "Looking at you, it's really hard for me to imagine that Dongfang's family has an illegitimate child with amazing talent, the difference in genes, or is it because you are too well protected? "

An Mo's expression finally changed.

Shenmu slowly and methodically said, "Speaking of which, you didn't offend me, but your grandfather and your brother offended me, and you just happened to be in my sight, so I had no choice but to use it as an excuse." cannon fodder."

Seeing An Mo's gradually pale face, she smiled calmly, "I'm sure I'm right, Miss Dongfang?"

An Mo gritted her teeth, and the look in her eyes finally changed into another color, "Now that you know, why don't you tell the godfather directly?"

Shenmu bent her lips and smiled, "Why did you tell César?"

At this point, she didn't even think about whether César knew her identity long ago, or that she was so devoted, so she didn't want to guess such a possibility?

"Gong Shenmu, you've been lying to him, haven't you?" She looked at the woman in front of her, "You are not at all like he thought, a clean and spotless leaf with hands only used for drawing. Second Miss Men."

An Mo paused every word, and what he said was loud and loud, even with indignation and indignation.

Injustice?What is she complaining about?Could it be that César thought of her that way, that César shouldn't have fallen in love with her at all?

With such a feeling, she inexplicably felt a thorn in her heart.

Shenmu raised her eyes, and there was an immature woman standing inside the metal pole, she smiled calmly, "Miss Dongfang, you are working as an undercover agent, have you already forgotten who you are?"