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

If someone hadn't informed him, was she really going to leave like this?

at this late hour?

"A little earlier and a little later, it doesn't make much difference, César, you shouldn't be carrying me back to the bedroom," her voice was very clean and quiet, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

César didn't say a word, but carried her back to his bedroom, and put her down, before he whispered, "Go take a bath, and go to bed after taking a bath."

Shenmu's feet fell to the ground, she looked at his silent face, and smiled, "What's wrong with you? You don't look happy?"

César stared at her smiling face, his complexion became more and more serious, he paused every word, his voice was extremely hoarse, "Shenmu, I can do anything for you, can you give me a sense of security?" He His eyes were full of self-mockery, "I just saw the back of you leaving, and I didn't miss it at all. I didn't know, I thought you were really going to leave me."

She was stunned, speechless for a while, and after a long time she lowered her head and looked at her toes, "I'm going to take a shower."

With that said, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

"My feelings are not that cheap," his voice came from behind, "No one will believe that An Mo just came back here today, and I will let you go tonight. Such a script is too fake."

Shenmu paused, but finally walked into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down from the top of her head, she closed her eyes, letting the water fan flow over her eyes and breathe, warm water, but her heartbeat seemed to be cold.

Coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, César sat on the edge of the bed, as if he was just waiting for her to come out, so she stood at the door, and he saw her black hair dripping water.

There was water at the end of her hair, and it was obvious that she just wiped it carelessly. He took out a thick dry towel from the cabinet, walked directly in front of her, and stretched out his hand to wipe her hair.

Strong tenderness, using a lot of strength, but not hurting her, Shenmu just stood quietly and let him wipe, "Cesar, you are a very good lover."

The movements of his hands paused for a moment, and then continued to wipe. She was only wearing a white bathrobe, and the hem didn't reach her knees. She didn't even tie the belt around her waist very seriously. The temptation to fall.

The collarbone is white and delicate, and the fragrance of hair mixed with the fragrance of shower gel lingers between the two of them. César feels his throat becomes more and more dry, and somewhere in his body begins to feel hot.

Touching her hair with her fingers, the towel can only be wiped to this extent, César whispered, "Sit on the bed, and I'll give you a blower."

She didn't say anything, walked to the bed and sat down.

Cesare plugged in the socket, and the wind with the right temperature and wind began to blow her long hair. The hair dryer in his hand basically didn't do much business, so the bedroom was still very quiet.

Shenmu looked at him, his black and white eyes were full of dull words flowing quietly, he looked very serious, his handsome brows were focused, as if blowing her hair was something worth paying attention to.

She stared at his face, her eyes were full of deep nostalgia.

"Cesar," she said shallowly, with a smile on her face, "If something you like very much is destined to belong to someone else, what would you do?"

César's hand stopped again, almost finished blowing, he put away the blower, and answered her question in a low voice, "Mumu, there is no destiny in this world."

"What if?" She asked softly again.

After putting away the hair dryer, he returned to her side, half bent over, looked down at her, and asked in a low voice, "Do you mean you by what you're talking about?"

She didn't even keep silent, just shook her head lightly, "No." She wouldn't belong to others, so she wasn't.

"If it wasn't for you," his voice sounded indifferently, and his dark green eyes looked into hers, "I will snatch it back if it belongs to someone else. If I can't snatch it... it will be destroyed."

She laughed, it really was the robber's logic, he and her brother probably thought so, he was a big robber in the first place.

Lifting the quilt, she lay down, "Go take a shower, I'll go to bed first."

There was still no questionable smile on his face.

César nodded, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

She listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, her eyes looked at the blurred ceiling, her mind was so clear that she didn't feel sleepy.

Vision becomes blurred and gradually loses strength.

When she wants to hold on until she can't, since she has a reason, let's go like this, it's good, she doesn't need to think of so many excuses.

When Cesare came out of the shower, she had closed her eyes and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

A sense of helplessness and pain rose in his heart, and he went to bed without making a sound, and hugged her slender and soft body into his arms.

The next morning, Shenmu opened her eyes very early. The first feeling was that she was still hugged in his arms, with her back pressed against his warm and thick chest. She turned to look at him, but her face was still blurred. facial features.

There are thin pains in the heart.

I don't know how long she watched in this posture before she climbed up cautiously, from changing clothes to washing, she hardly made any noise.

He didn't know what he was busy with recently, he always looked very tired, she didn't want to disturb his sleep.

When she went downstairs, she smelled a scent, which should be the smell of fried eggs. She frowned, just as An Mo came out of the restaurant, "Miss Shenmu, hasn't the godfather woke up?"

An Mo's attitude towards her is getting more and more appropriate. Is someone teaching her from behind?She almost spoke with an unusually heavy tone when she used to talk to her. She is a lady who is desperate for love, and she is a willful and ruthless woman.

Shenmu's face was cold, "Is it related to you?"

An Mo was taken aback, twisted the corners of his clothes with his fingers, and smiled softly, "I prepared your breakfast, thinking you would get up, so he would follow you."

"Oh?" Shenmu raised his eyebrows with interest, and asked lightly, "You said you did it yourself?"

An Mo looked at her, and seemed to feel that something was wrong, and said awkwardly, "Yes."

Shenmu's eyes swept past her, and he sneered and said, "Do you think I'm dead?"

As he spoke, he walked straight into the dining room, and there were three identical breakfasts on the table, golden poached eggs cooked to perfection, fragrant porridge, and a cup of steaming milk that seemed to waste a lot of thought .

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