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

Before she could finish her sentence, she stood up from the sofa, knocked down the cup in her hand, and smashed it to the ground.

Shenmu looked like she didn't see anything, and turned her head to Mo Bai with a slight smile, "Sister, then I'll go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare your favorite dishes."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

The arm was pulled, and the meridians on César's forehead throbbed faintly, "Gong Shenmu, what do you mean?"

Shenmu glanced at her wrist which was being pulled, "I should ask you what this means?"

"She's apologizing to you, what's your attitude?"

Shenmu narrowed his eyes, and said with a faint sarcasm, "Who told you that if someone says I'm sorry, someone must say it's okay? Huh? If she apologizes, I must smile and say forgiveness?"

With a strong arm, he shook off his holding her hand without mercy. Originally, there was no love between them.

From the time she stopped him with the shot, from when he left her still in New York and nearly killed her by the side of the road.

He was gone, and she was almost gone.

César didn't even think about it, and quickly clasped her wrist again, "You won't forgive this time, then you killed her several times, when did you ever apologize?"

The strength he held her hand was as strong as ever.

"I don't need her forgiveness, why should I be sorry?" Shenmu looked at Yi with an indifferent face, "Also, let go of your hand, Mo Bai is my sister, you bully me more, wait Don't blame me if she counts it on your woman later."

Mo Bai would treat An Mo like this because she saw the scene where An Mo acquiesced to the servant pushing her, and then saw César treat her like this for An Mo's sake. An Mo wouldn't stop throwing it out.

César looked at her coldly, "Gong Shenmu, you still want to use my blood to continue your life, don't be too sure that I will miss you, so don't put your airs on me as the second Miss Yemen."

In fact, what he said was just angry words. No matter how disappointed he was with her and how much he hated her, he never thought of letting anything happen that would really endanger her life.

If his body hadn't been exhausted to the extreme this time, he wouldn't have asked Hui to call and let her come by herself.

Shenmu has always been very indifferent. In the past three months, since she woke up in Dongfang Qi's house, her attitude towards everything has become more and more indifferent, and he is the same. Make any ripples.

But this time, after saying these words, she still clearly felt the pain slowly rising from the depths of her body.

The pain that was so familiar that it made her feel panic came again.

She bit her lip and stabilized her figure. She had already begun to learn how to fight against this pain, or in other words, alleviate it.

She shook off his hand again expressionlessly, her eyes were so cold that there was no warmth, she smiled silently and indifferently, "Really."

Then lift your feet and leave.

"What blood?" Mo Bai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out. Her voice was slowed down as much as possible, and she asked each word, "Cesar, what does it mean that she needs your blood to continue her life?"

There was an inexplicable but unusually heavy taste in her voice, as if she was deliberately suppressing some emotion, and even her dark blue eyes changed slightly.

Shen Muzhun's leaving footsteps stopped suddenly when she heard Mo Bai's voice, something exploded in her mind, and she suddenly became at a loss.

Mo Bai gave birth to a child, Yan Yan said that Mo Bai had a child, then...

How could she forget this matter? No one else knows what the extreme bloodline of the Nan family reflects on her, but she must be very clear.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted like this.

"She..." Shenmu grasped César's hand reflexively the moment he spoke.

How could Mo Bai fail to see her movements, his voice became colder, "Finish."

【You still have to use my blood to continue your life. 】

It's best not to, it's what she imagined.

Shenmu's grip on his hand became stronger and stronger, and since he grew up together, César would not fail to understand what such a movement meant.

Don't tell, don't tell Mo Bai.

"Mumu," Mo Bai looked at Shenmu's back, her stiffness almost confirmed her guess, "Are you going to explain to me, or do you want me to find the answer myself?"

Only Shenmu could understand the meaning of her words.

Sure enough, Mo Bai knew, she knew everything without even guessing, Shenmu closed her eyes, turned around, "Sister, I'll help you order."

There is no unnecessary meaning in the words, but the eyes have spoken clearly, and she will tell her, but not now.

She couldn't say it in front of César, let alone let Mo Bai say it like that. She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

Mo Bai pursed his lips and watched her leave until he disappeared from her sight.

There was a huge haze under the dark blue eyes, she looked at An Mo in the wheelchair, and asked lightly, "I remember you liked Mumu back then, and you said you wouldn't marry her, what does this woman mean?"

She remembered that her first feeling when she saw Shenmu was—too thin.

If it wasn't for An Mo and her servants distracting her mind, she would have had the opportunity to ask questions. She was so thin that she would be dry.

No wonder, it turned out to be so.

Damn, if I knew about this kind of stupid thing, I might as well put it all on her. What's the matter with her sister?

"She doesn't like me," César said flatly.

As soon as the words came out, even he himself was startled for a second.

When asking and answering Mo Bai, he hardly hesitated because she didn't like him.

He was disappointed in her, she shouldn't have lied to him so many things, she shouldn't have been so ruthless and refused to let An Mo, who saved her, survive, or she shouldn't have become Mu Liuli.

But all of these shouldn't add up, and it's not worth the resentment that she doesn't like him and let him come.

Mumu doesn't like him.

Oh, my eyes are really blind.

If she didn't like you, if she didn't like you too much, would she be as thin as she is now?The exam required blood transfusions to sustain life.

Mo Bai endured so hard that he didn't directly lift the table.

When did it start?

"Since when did her personality change?" The person has become thinner, and even her personality has changed by a thousand miles!

With a forbearing temperament, this is not her sister. Her sister has been held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, so how could she be so cautious now? !

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