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

Cizell paused for a moment, this is really a heart-warming hypothesis, even if it is just a hypothesis uttered from Hughes' mouth, it is also an extremely heart-warming hypothesis.

Sadly, such an assumption can never be true.

"Since I fell in love with her, she has never given me a way out." César closed his eyes, shutting the bustling world outside the window from his sight.

"Call me when Han Li arrives." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

He couldn't go on talking anymore, and when Hughes talked about her again, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help but go to see her, find her and guard her, even if he knew it was just a bitch and it didn't make any sense.

He can't indulge himself like that.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, his fingertips were still trembling, and there was no way to hide the slightest movement under the sun.

Gong Shenmu, why can't she be good, as long as she is good, he can force himself to let her go without distraction.

She is not good, and he will worry about what is wrong with her every second.

"Cesar," a soft voice rang in his ears. An Mo slid the wheelchair and walked over. After looking at him for a while, he bit his lip and asked in a low voice, "How is she?"

César turned around, the sunlight covered his outline, as if he was walking with a layer of gold, looked down at the woman in the wheelchair, and said lightly, "It's not that you don't like her, why bother pretending to be her?" Looks like you care."

An Mo was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "I don't like her, but I know you like her."

She slid the wheelchair, brought the distance between the two closer, and reached out to grab his hand, "Ceselle, you obviously came to Paris with me to relax, but your heart is on her."

She lowered her head, her tone was weak, "I..."

César frowned, the face in his mind hadn't completely faded away, looking at the tears stained on An Mo's eyelashes, his brows frowned even tighter.

"You know, you carried her away today and left me alone, how ugly I am, I let your hands come and pick me up," her tears fell drop by drop, "How much did you let them use?" You looked at me with pitiful eyes, knowing that you only thought about her, and I stayed there like a joke."

She really wanted to ask, who is your girlfriend, and who is the person you should have a relationship with?

But she couldn't, at least, not yet.

Gong Shenmu hasn't disappeared from his heart yet, she can't push him too hard.

"I'm sorry," César said lightly, "I'll think of a way to heal your leg."

At the end, he added lightly, "I won't leave you outside alone in the future."

An Mo listened to his words, and the joy in her heart gradually increased. She knew, she knew from the beginning, as long as she was patient, as long as she was willing to wait, then one day, she would definitely wait for him to turn around, and he would forget the palace. God admires.

She raised her smiling face and was about to say something, but César poured cold water down, "I can be with you, and even give you the identity of the mafia mistress in the future, I can do whatever you want Here you are, but I won't love you."

César's words were calm, as if she was just telling a very ordinary thing, but An Mo felt that she was thrown into the [-]th floor of hell in one fell swoop.

"If you want love, you can leave me at any time, unless your legs get better, I promise, I won't drive you away."

César is not a pure westerner, his father is a handsome blonde Italian man with pure blood, and his mother is a pure Chinese, so he is of mixed blood, so his hair is dark and the sun shines on it, very beautiful.

An Mo held his breath in vain.

"Also," he still said in such a careless tone, as if he was not interested in these things at all, "don't play tricks under my nose, some things, I don't say, it doesn't mean I have no idea."

These words made An Mo feel that her blood was cooling from the top of her head to her heels. His tone was normal, but she only felt the chill in the room.

She bit her lip, but still said word by word, "I won't give up, I will wait until the day you forget her and are willing to look at me."

César didn't have much reaction to this, whether she waited or not, it didn't make much difference to him.

For An Mo, he only wanted to heal her leg, which he owed her.

No matter what kind of limbs An Mo hugged, or what kind of scheming she played, the few shots she blocked for him were real, and her legs were real because of him.

He doesn't like to be in debt.

An Mo looked up at his indifferent attitude, and felt a strong anxiety in her heart. This man was too far away from her. Even if she held his hand at this moment, his heart was never really close to her. .

This is not what she wants, what she wants is far more than that.

"You said," An Mo said, "If she doesn't belong to you, you will belong to me, César, I know love can't be forced, so I won't force you to forget her and accept me immediately, but since you agreed Be my lover, then, you have the right to be a girlfriend, right?"

César remained calm, listening to her words without even raising his eyelids, "Yes, what kind of rights do you want?"

An Mo endured the powerlessness and sadness in her heart, and tried her best to raise a sweet smile, "Come and eat with me, I'm hungry."

Then she clearly saw the surprise flashing in César's eyes.

She pursed her lips, was she surprised, thought she wanted something too much?She won't, she will only capture his heart a little bit.

César didn't say anything, just nodded, then reached out to push her wheelchair and went downstairs to eat.

………………

Han Li arrived at Wen Erke's house in Paris around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Hughes and Nan Shu'er were waiting for him in the living room. He stood in front of the sofa, glanced at the two people in front of him, and asked with a frown, "Where's César?"

Hughes raised his eyebrows, so, judging by Han Li's reaction, Yin Mei really didn't lie, and really insisted on César giving Mumu a blood transfusion?

However, where is the principle of this matter?

Of course, for now, this is not the most important thing. He picked up the key on the coffee table with his fingertips, and he got up, "I'll go find him."

Nothing is important now, the most important thing is to let César come over.

Han Li nodded, "Bring the others here."

Hughes raised his eyebrows even higher. He is also a master at observing words and expressions. If he read correctly, the emotion in Han Li's eyes should be - dissatisfaction?

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