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

Hui said lightly on the side, "Second miss, I know you are in a hurry for a blood transfusion, but Dr. Han Li hasn't come yet, and the godfather hasn't had a rest for five days, so I propose to invite you to come here in person this time, so that the godfather can rest one time."

Originally, the godfather was planning to go to London. His attitude towards Gong Shenmu seemed indifferent, but he never delayed her blood transfusion. This time it was really because his body had reached its limit and he had to rest.

Shenmu listened indifferently, "I want to go up."

An Mo was very dissatisfied with her insistence, "Second Miss Gong, you are the Second Miss Yemen, so we respect you, but I hope you can also respect yourself, this is not Yemen."

She saw that Shen Mufei wanted to go upstairs, and told Hui indifferently, "Help me to help the second miss to rest on the sofa, and wait until César wakes up."

"Second miss, please do it over there." After all, she is the second miss of Yemen, with a very special status. No matter how dissatisfied they are with her, they can't neglect her here.

In the eyes of most people in Huihe Castle, An Mo has done a good job. As the mistress of the family, her attitude is neither humble nor overbearing.

Most of the mafia knew why An Mo was injured and hospitalized, and most of the servants in the castle knew about it. They were very dissatisfied with Yemen, the second lady.

Shenmu didn't move, she frowned, a thin layer of frost had already formed on her face.

It was the first time she was treated like this in this place.

The hands were slowly put away.

Hui saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, and could only reach out to pull her. He could see what happened in New York that day better than anyone else.

It never occurred to her that the gentle-looking Gong Shenmu would be so vicious that she would kill her savior.

"Second Miss, please..." With a slightly impatient voice, Hui's original intention was to drag Shenmu to the sofa.

The godfather finally had time to rest. If she went up, he wouldn't have to rest, and would only be more tired.

"Ah..." With an extremely soft voice, Shenmu was pulled and slammed into An Mo's wheelchair. Her physical fitness had plummeted recently, so she didn't even have room to react when Hui pulled her.

Seeing this, the servant who had been pushing An Mo turned the wheelchair in the same direction, causing Shenmu to hit her leg unintentionally.

A burst of severe pain came from between her legs. She lowered her head and gritted her teeth. After the sound she made subconsciously just now, she didn't make any more sound.

Hui could tell what happened at a glance, but he just gave the servant a cold look, and continued to admire God, "Second Miss, please cooperate."

Shenmu endured the pain, stood up straight, and shook off Hui's hand, "Let me go."

Saying that, without looking at any of them, she turned around and continued to go upstairs, Hui Hui quickly grabbed her hand, "Second Miss, don't be so shameless..."

Hui Hui's attitude has already moved a little bit of anger.

This woman has a good temperament, why is she so messy?

He has become more and more disgusted with her. Torturing the godfather for so many years is not enough, what else does she want?Isn't it just blood transfusion, who said not to give her a transfusion?

"Hey," the servant who pushed An Mo was a newcomer. She wholeheartedly treated An Mo as the mistress of the mafia. No matter how flattering she was, now a woman who was like a rival in love came out. How could she let her go so well? It doesn't matter what the identity of Shenmu is.

"Is the second Miss Yemen amazing? How many times has Miss An Mo said this? This is not Yemen, and you can't tolerate your presumptuousness here!"

"Second Miss," Hui frowned, obviously impatient, "Don't force me to do it."

Just as Shenmu was about to sneer, a more icy laugh sounded out, "Do it?" There was boundless sarcasm in that tone, "You have three hands, so do you want to take one off?"

When Shenmu heard the voice, she quickly raised her head to look, and a red figure jumped into her eyes.

An Mo, Hui Hui and the servant also quickly followed the sound. A woman appeared at some point, stepping on the stairs and descending the steps.

Seeing the woman's gorgeous face, Hui opened his eyes wide in shock.

An Mo glanced over, and the first color that appeared in his eyes was stunning.

She is so beautiful, and it is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off. A red chiffon makes her skin like snow, exquisite facial features, and the most strange thing is her eyes, mysterious dark blue, The blue is very deep, so dark it's almost black.

She curled her lips and smiled casually, "I wanted to give you a few more surprises, but you guys surprised me first."

Her eyes lingered on everyone for two seconds, and finally fell on An Mo, looking at her with a half-smile, "I don't remember the Mafia accepting disabled people, where did you come from?"

The word disabled made An Mo's face change suddenly. She looked at the woman who had gradually walked down, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Why did you come down from upstairs?

The woman ignored her, shifted her gaze, and landed on Hui's body. There was a smile on her face and in her voice, but it sounded inexplicably chilling. She smiled softly, "Is she You can touch it?"

Her words were addressed to Hui, so she is naturally worthy of admiration.

Gray pursed his lips, lowered his head immediately, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I just..." It was just something, he couldn't find anything to say.

An Mo glanced at Hui, not understanding why his face was so ugly, "Hui just wanted her to sit on the sofa, and didn't mean to hurt her."

Glancing at her again, "Miss, who are you?"

The smile in the woman's eyes deepened, "Whether she wants to stand or sit, whether she wants to go upstairs or rest, it's your turn to take care of it?"

She had already gone down the stairs, walked down without looking at anyone, pushed Hui away and walked in front of Shenmu, looked down at her leg, "Are you hurt?"

Shenmu bent her lips, and said in a brisk tone that was rare during this time, "It's okay, I'll be fine after Uncle Han Li rubs some medicine on me."

"What could be the matter, isn't it just a bump, Miss An Mo, she hurt her leg and was shot hard without saying a word about the pain..."

"Pa~~" The loud applause completely interrupted the servant's laughter.

She was slapped from behind An Mo to the ground, her face immediately swelled up, and she even accidentally hit the railing of the stairs when she fell.

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