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

"Didn't you hear me say you want to stay?" César's eyes flickered coldly, "Also, An Mo, I hate her or how I treat her, it's all my hands, see you treat her again Do it, I'll break your hand."

Hearing the indifference and gloom in his words, An Mo murmured, "No matter how she treats you, don't you still want to hurt her?"

Dark green eyes cast a thick shadow, "She is not someone who can be hurt by others."

Even if he wanted to hurt her, he should do it himself.

The one who loves her and pets her is he himself, so why use someone else's hand if he wants to hurt her?

An Mo was stunned, and forced a smile, "I know, I can't do anything," she raised her face, "I'll go to prepare the room and clean it up for you right away, this island is really beautiful, you Go for a walk and relax."

César just hummed lightly, didn't say anything, turned around and walked outside.

I don't know how long she slept, but when she opened her eyes, the sunlight she saw before she closed her eyes turned orange.

Slowly opening her eyes, her thinking seemed to be slowed down. She looked at the sky outside the window, the sound of the waves was still ringing in her ears, and she could faintly hear the laughter of the noisy crowd.

Did she sleep all day?The tiredness all over her body couldn't be completely dissipated even after a whole day's rest. She just felt like she had a long, long dream, a messy, palpitating dream, which wouldn't wake her up all at once, just like a vine tightly wrapped around her.

She touched her face, her heart was terribly empty from the moment she opened her eyes, she subconsciously wanted to curl herself up.

The heart is empty, the stomach is empty, as if the whole body has been hollowed out.

After sitting on the bed in this posture for a few more minutes, she looked down at her wrinkled shirt and decided to take a shower and eat something.

She won't live long and is broken in love, but there's no need to let herself be decadent to death like this.

Getting off the bed, there were clothes in the closet that she ordered people from Yemen to bring to her. She picked out a set at random, and she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Standing under the shower, letting the warm water flow down from her head, she felt a suffocating pleasure.

After washing in a mess, it still took about half an hour, put on my clothes, wiped my hair with a dry towel, and went out.

Let the sea breeze dry her hair naturally on the balcony. She put on her shoes and left the bedroom when it was half dry.

This villa is not big, but there are very few people, except Yinmei herself, there is only one servant at a time, when she came out, she didn't see Yinmei, and when she passed the living room, she bumped into Shen's mother.

"Miss Gong, are you going out?" Shen's mother was cleaning the living room, when she saw her, she greeted her with a smile.

"Yeah." She forced a smile and walked out without saying anything.

The sunset in the evening is very beautiful, from color to color, it makes people feel extremely comfortable, and even the wind blows just right.

She walked towards the beach by the sea. Although it was already evening, it was still a bustling and lively scene.

The sand on the beach is very soft. She walked on it slowly, with her head lowered, and the tip of her nose smelled the salty sea breeze. The wind blew her long hair, fluttering randomly in mid-air, which was very beautiful.

This beautiful scene naturally attracted the attention of many men.

She looked depressed and lonely, and she was alone again. There was never a shortage of single men who wanted to hunt for sex when they came out to play.

"Ah." With a moderate voice, Shenmu had been walking with her head down, and suddenly bumped into someone head-on, before she even raised her head, she quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." With a strong French accent in English, Shenmu looked up and saw a man in his 30s. He had a pair of blue eyes, filled with undisguised interest and frivolity.

Shenmu took a step back calmly, and apologized again, but his voice became faint, "I was thinking about something just now, and accidentally bumped into you, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, he took a step to the side, ready to walk past you.

The French man stood in front of her again, "Miss, you are very beautiful." His eyes were fixed on her, with amazement inside, "Can we get to know each other?"

Western men are always so straightforward, frowning slightly in admiration, striking up a conversation is common in the West, especially in this kind of tourist area, she can understand, but now she has no extra energy to deal with anyone else.

So she just said lightly, "Sorry, I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

As he said that, he was about to continue walking forward. Before he could take two steps, his arm was pulled. Is this just messing around?She raised her head in displeasure, and the French man's face showed an expression of unwillingness, "I don't believe it, this is a tourist island, if you have a boyfriend, why would you walk here alone?"

Her boyfriend went to the bathroom, okay?Shenmu frowned, and was about to say that, but before she could move her lips, a gust of wind brushed past, and the man who was still holding her hand was instantly knocked to the ground.

Shenmu was stunned, and when she turned around, she saw a man in a black coat standing beside her. His handsome face was expressionless, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were so cold that they looked at her like frost.

Huge oppression shrouded her head, Shenmu subconsciously took two steps back.

Such a clear and obvious evasive action added new firewood to the anger that was already burning in his chest. He pursed his lips, condescendingly, and sarcastically, "Gong Shenmu, how lonely are you? Come out and hook up with a man."

The woman in front of him was no longer the white shirt she wore in the morning, but a thin black V-neck sweater. A pair of white slacks outlined her slender legs even more alluringly.

Her long hair fluttered in the sea breeze, but her face was abnormally pale.

Shenmu didn't react for a long time, did she hurt someone if she insisted on speaking?Or are they just like this from now on?

Glancing at the French man on the ground, she stretched out her hand to brush away the hair that was blown to her face by the wind, and said lightly, "Siselle, if you have eyes, you should have seen that I didn't take the initiative to hook him~ .”

It's just that she had been walking so she didn't notice anyone in front of her.

"Heh," that sneer again, "Close your eyes and bump into others, isn't that called initiative, isn't that called hooking up?"

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