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

Hughes put his hands in his trouser pockets and was dressed in light gray casual clothes. He looked at the woman who came out of the entrance, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "When did you not realize this? I remember that you didn't bring a people?"

Behind Shenmu was a young man in casual clothes, with a steady and quiet look, he looked like a bodyguard following her. She used to walk alone, and she didn't have the airs of Miss Yemen at all.

She smiled slightly, "I'm tired from flying, please treat me to dinner."

"I thought you came to Paris just for your art exhibition," Mr. Hughes made an invitation gesture, and the two talked while walking, and the bodyguard followed quietly, without making a sound, "You You really know how to choose the time, César and An Mo are also in Paris."

Shenmu's eyelashes moved, her fingers froze slightly, but her face was still calm, "Is that so, what a coincidence."

Hughes observed her expression, "Look at you, do you know he's here?"

"I don't know." Where is he, how would she know?

The white Rolls-Royce was parked outside the airport, and Hughes opened the car door for her, "My mommy, I've prepared a meal for you, and I'll treat you to dinner after your art exhibition is over."

When Shenmu got into the car sideways and fastened his seat belt, he asked indifferently, "Are they at your house too?"

Hughes hooked his lips and started the car, "You care?"

"No." She looked out of the window. She hadn't left the island for a long time, and suddenly she couldn't hear the sound of the waves. She felt very uncomfortable.

She cares a little bit, some people are better not to see each other than to see each other again, but there are too many intersections between them, she can't really avoid them all the time.

Avoid it, it would be too obvious.

"Ceizer lives in a hotel," Hughes looked away and concentrated on driving. "An Mo's leg hasn't recovered yet, so he took her on vacation."

Shenmu kept looking out of the window and listening to Hughes' words, she felt like what he said was someone else's business. Perhaps, this was already someone else's business, and her ability to adapt was stronger than she thought. .

When she came to Paris, she basically could only stay at Hughes' house. As he said, when Hughes drove her back, the food was already on the table, and Shenmu took off her coat and washed her hands before she could serve the meal.

"Mumu," Nan Shu'er helped her scoop up the soup, smiling softly, "How long are you staying in Paris this time?"

Shenmu took the bowl and said with a smile, "I'm going back when the art exhibition is over. Next week is my mommy's birthday, so I'm going back to be with her."

Nan Shu'er raised her eyebrows, "Why didn't you come with us when the time comes?"

Shenmu thought for a while, "My brother can't do things right now, I have to go back first."

"Mumu," Hughes smiled lazily, "Yemen has Mu Liuli besides you, and your sister-in-law is also inconvenient for Mu Liuli to do. Look at how thin you have become recently. Let my mommy make up for you." Come on, I can't stand it anymore."

Hughes's tone of teasing at any time, but his eyes fell on her deeply, he was just talking casually, but after a quick look, she seemed to be really a little too thin.

Inadvertently, Hughes was slightly surprised when he bumped into his mommy's calm gaze. Even mommy thought it was wrong?

There was still a gentle smile on Shenmu's face, "It's okay, I have nothing to do here, let's go back."

Nan Shu'er only asked her to eat more food, and didn't mention anything else. During the whole meal, she just kept bringing food to Shenmu and told her to eat more.

Hughes didn't speak in silence, fortunately his father wasn't here, otherwise he might be jealous of his mother's hospitality towards other people.

He looked at Shenmu, who was smiling gently, and then looked at Mummy, who was smiling gently and lovingly, and frowned. Mummy treated Mumu well, and besides treating Mumu like a daughter from a young age, there was another reason: ... Mo Bai still hasn't woken up.

For six or seven years, no one mentioned it, but no one forgot it.

Daddy even would rather put Mobai in Yemen or in the Mafia than for Mommy to see her sleepy daughter suffer.

His elder sister who has been omnipotent since he was a child, they can only look up to in this generation...

The preparations for Shenmu's art exhibition had already been prepared by Hughes as early as when she was on Bosai Island, and it was also held by a studio under Hua'an.

She made her mark in the painting circle in her early years. Although her fame is not as high as Yi Zhongtian, everyone in this circle knows her name.

However, few people know her true identity, and everyone knows her only as G·miss, a mysterious young female painter.

She didn't formally attend the press conference of the art exhibition, she just changed her clothes and went to the scene pretending to be a tourist. Originally, Hughes wanted to accompany her, but Shenmu thought his appearance was too eye-catching, and he knew everyone on the road. So declined.

In fact, she didn't have to go, but she just wanted to see this art exhibition with her own eyes.

"Don't be so stern." At the entrance of the art exhibition, An Mo looked back at the man who was pushing the wheelchair for him. He was dressed in black, even if he was wearing casual clothes, he still had such a cool and handsome appearance. The crowd was particularly eye-catching, "I heard that this painter is a Chinese who grew up in England. He has a unique style of painting. It has both the slender and graceful style of the Orientals, and the wild and thick ink colors of the Westerners, but he is still young. , after more than ten years, he will definitely become a famous international painter."

César lacked interest and showed no interest at all. Hearing this, he just smiled coldly, "How many real painters became famous internationally when they were alive? That only shows that her words are nothing more than that. "

He didn't look at the paintings hanging on both sides at all, and the impatience between his brows and eyes could be easily seen by passers-by on the road.

An Mo didn't care, but asked curiously, "Cesar, don't you like to see art exhibitions? But I remember that you have a lot of books on art in your bookcase, and there are many famous paintings hanging in the castle."

The indifference in his eyes deepened, "I'm not interested."

An Mo suddenly showed a sweet smile, "Don't be like this, you are the godfather of the mafia, dealing with the underworld and the underworld, and knowing a little art is very bluffing."

He listened to this sentence, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, another voice sounded in his mind.

[Why do I need to understand these messy things? !Get it off me, I'd rather design a gun than study a dead man! 】

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