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

She raised her head, only to realize that his gaze was always on Gong Shenmu's body, silent, dark and complicated, and she didn't know what he was thinking.

She held his hand, but he didn't shake it off, and said in a louder voice, "Cesar, let's go."

Han Li's dislike for her was very obvious. Seeing her speak at this moment, dissatisfaction immediately appeared on her brows, and she said with a small smile, "Uncle Han Li, don't be angry."

This is a matter between her and César, and there is no need to bother more people to intervene. She dare not let her father intervene, and she does not want to trouble others to intervene.

From waking up to eating until now, her physical strength has slowly recovered almost, she turned around, with a gentle smile on her face, and walked back in front of César and An Mo.

Squinting her pure and beautiful eyes like black jade, her beautiful crimson lips curled up, "An Mo, don't ignore what my father said, I will warn you one last time, do less stupid things, otherwise César I can't keep you."

After saying this, she didn't wait for An Mo's response, as if she didn't need her response at all. A more precise word would be disdain.

Yin Mei looked at the long-haired, cool and calm woman, and smiled faintly. Is this the return of the real Gong Shenmu?As expected of the princess of the dark empire, she was so proud that she was too high to be climbed, as if the paleness and weakness a few minutes ago were just an illusion.

"Ceizer," she raised her face, "shall we talk?"

Questioning tone, almost commanding gesture.

What An Mo hates the most is Gong Shenmu's attitude, as if she is the princess of the whole world.

After Shenmu said this, she looked down at her, and said coolly, "Don't make me unhappy, I can kill you twice, you may not be able to live a third time."

Every word, cold and sharp.

César kept looking at her, and said slowly and lowly, "I have already stated my conditions, shouldn't it be too much?"

Shenmu closed her eyes, feeling like she couldn't bear this kind of negotiation, but she opened her eyes quickly, "Yinmei, can you heal her leg?"

Yinmei's warm and spring-like voice sounded in the living room, full of struggle and guilt, "I'm sorry, Mumu, I can't save the Dongfang family."

César's eyebrows turned cold, and he said sarcastically, "If you don't save An Mo, you don't care if she lives or dies?"

Yin Mei glanced at Shenmu lightly, and laughed leisurely, "Mr. Godfather, are you threatening me with Mumu?"

Subconsciously, César went to see Shenmu.

Yin Mei continued to speak slowly in his deep and lazy voice, "I remember, you are childhood sweethearts, if she doesn't love you, can you just watch her die?"

Shenmu's hands clenched into fists, she felt that the oxygen in the air was constantly decreasing, and she was almost unable to breathe.

"That's enough," another voice sounded, and Hughes walked over in a few strides, inserting himself next to Shenmu and Cesare, "Ciselle, if you don't want to make this matter a big deal, you can get this woman right away. send away."

An Mo understood now that all the people here are helping Gong Shenmu.

Hughes has always been elegant and lazy, but this time, his brows and eyes concealed a bit of coldness.

César ignored him.

"Do you think," César looked at Shenmu, staring at her aggressively, "whatever I do for you is taken for granted?"

Shenmu smiled the same way, and the sarcasm in that smile was no less ironic than his, "I should be the one who asked you, if An Mo's leg can't be healed, will you even care about my life?"

Is it like this?How could this be the case.

When did he not care about her life or death?

How could she feel that he would really watch her die.

How could this be possible, even if he watched himself die, he couldn't just watch her die.

The anger that had been suppressed since she fainted in the art exhibition all soared to the chest, burning more vigorously under her eyes, almost destroying all his sanity.

He didn't need to look at the eyes of everyone looking at him, he could clearly distinguish it, with condemnation and even resentment.

Including Hughes, they are deeply displeased.

When he realized what he wanted to do and what he wanted to say, he had already stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, pulled her up the stairs vigorously, and said coldly, "Don't follow anyone."

Shenmu was pulled by him, and she didn't have the strength to resist, and she didn't resist much. Originally, she said she wanted to talk to him.

An Mo slid her wheelchair and wanted to catch up, but Hughes stopped in front of her with a faint smile, "Miss Dongfang didn't hear that? César said that no one should follow."

An Mo gave Hughes a hard look, and continued to move forward unwillingly.

Hughes didn't even smile anymore, "I remember you have a disabled leg, not deaf, can't you understand?"

Don't poke people's wounds, it will shatter people's glass hearts. Hughes has never had such beautiful qualities, so his gentleman is just an illusion.

He can say anything vicious about people who annoy him.

When An Mo heard this, his face turned pale immediately.

In any case, it was an indisputable fact that her leg was disabled, and it was impossible for her to really not care.

"Take it easy..." Shenmu's wrist was so painful that he had to protest loudly, she suspected that her hand would be wrung off.

How much hatred does he have for her that needs such force?

César pulled her into the bedroom, and then slammed the door so hard that her body was pressed against the door.

He put one hand on top of her head, staring at her with dark green eyes, which were quickly stained with the color of blood.

He endured it for a long time, but it's just that he didn't have an attack. Shenmu immediately had such a realization.

"Shall we talk?" He said, "Tell me, what do you want to say?"

She retreated subconsciously, but there was no escape route behind her, and such a retreating action angered the already furious man.

"You don't want to be with me so much, how dare you take me for granted as your blood bank?"

Shenmu held his breath, and all the lines he had planned disappeared under his gaze.

She moved her lips, unable to suppress the bitterness, and said in a daze, "I didn't expect that you would be so angry."

"Am I angry?" César looked at her with a sneer, "Gong Shenmu, you don't even know why I'm angry!"

Wasn't he angry that Han Li and Yin Mei refused to save An Mo?

Isn't that so?

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