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

Mu Chuimou said lightly, "Why?"

"Miss Mobai's meaning," Yue Zhuo frowned, "Miss Su probably thought of a way to heal her leg."

Heal her leg so that César doesn't owe her?Do both Mo Bai and Yan Yan think so?

"I see." She hung up the phone without saying anything.

As far as she is concerned, she will not stop or even interfere with what Mo Bai wants to do.

But she knew that now, it was actually too late.

Cesare had loved her most, and it hadn't even occurred to her that he would go out to see another woman on their wedding night, when they were almost in bed.

Smiling faintly, the beautiful face under the long black hair is pale, and it is so quiet that there is no sound.

It's late, it's really late.

"Ma'am," Qing came after hearing the news, and stopped Shenmu who seemed to be about to go out at the gate, "Where are you going?"

Shenmu glanced at him lightly, her voice was calm and unwavering, "Where am I going, do I still need to report to you?"

Qing is also expressionless, looking business-like, "Madam, Godfather means that you are not in good health now, if you go out, it is best to send someone to follow, otherwise he will worry."

"What do I need to worry about?"

Qing reflexively wanted to say that it was very dangerous outside, but suddenly heard that the woman in front of her was Mu Liuli, and she was indeed not afraid of any danger.

Qing had nothing to say, but she still stood straight, without any intention of getting out of the way, "Where Madam wants to go, I will accompany you."

Shenmu didn't even lift her eyelids, "I want to go for a walk alone, follow me if you like, but if I find out, go back."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for his reaction, she went straight to the car parked in front of her.

Qing didn't follow up immediately, probably because she listened to her words and planned to follow secretly. Shenmu didn't really care about these things, she just didn't want to see the Mafia people, especially those around him, as for the others, she didn't care either.

"Ma'am, where are we going?" The driver looked at the woman leaning on the back seat with closed eyes from the rearview mirror and asked softly.

"Go ahead, stop when you're tired."

The driver couldn't help but glanced at her again, but didn't say anything. Just listen to what the master said, and it's not expected that they will comment more.

Noticing that the woman in the car seemed to be very tired, the driver deliberately drove the car a little more smoothly, not too fast or too slow.

Shenmu didn't know how long she had been sitting in Cheshan with her eyes closed, but she just saw a big sign when she opened her eyes.

"Stop." She yelled in vain, "Stop here."

The driver stepped on the brakes quickly, stopped the car, and turned his head. It turned out to be a university.

This is one of the best universities in Rome, especially for arts.

"I'll get out of the car and take a walk. You wait here. If you need something, you can pick me up in two hours." She opened the door and got out of the car while talking.

"Madam, take your time, I'll wait for you here." He guessed that this should be the university that Madam went to. He remembered that someone once said that Madam studied very early and went to university in Rome.

This is indeed the campus of her college days. She crossed her arms and walked extremely slowly. The recent weather is very good, neither hot nor cold, and wearing two clothes is enough.

It should be during class time, so walking on the campus looks very quiet, and the environment is clean and quiet, making it even more comfortable.

She didn't know why she came here, but when she opened her eyes and saw it, she called a stop.

In order to come to Rome, I found a lame reason to say that I admire a professor in the art department of this university and must become his student.

At that time, Cesare angrily turned over all the information about this professor until he was 70 years old, but he was only interested in teaching, so he didn't retire until he was [-] years old.

That was about the happiest and sweetest time in her 21 years of life.

Before the age of 16, she was still too young, young and psychologically younger. Although César liked her, she really didn't really care about her.

Later here, he sent her to school, picked her up from school, during the day she had to go to class, he had to deal with the Mafia, and there was only crossover time at night.

All the memories, to her now, even feel like a world away.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

Shenmu looked at the two people standing about ten meters away from her, her eyes were narrowed into a narrow look, but her face was still indifferent, or even more indifferent.

The person who appeared in front of her was none other than the woman who summoned her husband late last night.

It can also be encountered in this way, Shenmu really feels that life is good, it is not an ordinary irony.

Or, she has always been very interested in her whereabouts?

What's even more ridiculous is that when she came out just now, Qing stopped her and said that she would accompany her out. If he really appeared in his strokes, it would complement An Mo's ashes.

The two generals next to the two mafia godfathers are really a contest between Allah and his mistress.

Ha ha.

Shenmu only stopped for a few seconds, then raised her feet and continued walking in the original direction, with the same posture and expression, as if she had never met her before.

An Mo, on the other hand, stood still, waiting for her to come over.

She thought that something was coming towards her.

It wasn't until Shenmu walked past her without looking sideways that she finally couldn't help but speak, "Gong Shenmu."

Shenmu walked straight forward, not even changing her pace.

Looking at her back, An Mo couldn't help feeling a little angry, turned around and walked over in a few strides, blocking her in front of her.

Lifting his chin, he said arrogantly, "Let's talk."

Shenmu glanced at her lightly, feeling the urge to laugh, but finally held back, looked away, and continued to walk forward.

"Gong Shenmu," Shenmu ignored her, and didn't even pay attention to her at all. This made An Mo's anger even stronger, and he couldn't help but reached out and grabbed her arm.

Shenmu glanced at his hand in annoyance, her face quickly darkened, and said indifferently, "Take your hand away from me."

An Mo acted as if she didn't hear it at all, and said stubbornly, "Let's talk, Miss Gong Er, I don't intend to quarrel with you."

There is no next chapter, let's look at others first

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