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

César was not hurt vitally, but was bleeding profusely.

He didn't have much strength to hold Shenmu's hand, but he held it tightly, refusing to let go, "Mumu..."

There was panic in his voice, so subtle that he couldn't even detect it, as if he had been extremely suppressed.

Shenmu lowered her head, frowned and looked at her grasped hand, without too much hesitation, she stretched out her hand and pulled it away little by little, "Relax, stop making trouble."

He was no match for the rapidly draining strength from his body, but all the will in his body was pouring into his hands, "What do you mean by daddy?"

What is it called?She can live for such a long time?

All the words she said before flooded towards him like a tide, 【Cesar, this is our last chance】

What is last chance?

He suddenly remembered something, looked up at the blood-stained little beast that was still held by Qing, his face suddenly changed, "You want it..."

Taking a deep breath, he almost choked himself because of excitement, and pulled the wound on his body a little more because of too much force, "Why didn't you say it? Why didn't you say why you want it?"

A certain kind of cognition flashed through his mind, and then made the blood in his whole body cool from head to toe, so cold that it was almost freezing.

There has never been a moment when he was as panicked and afraid as he is now.

These two emotions should never have appeared on a person like him.

Shenmu looked at his face, still had handsome and familiar eyebrows, but dark fear kept protruding from the depths of his eyes.

fear?What is he afraid of?What did her daddy say just now?

It took a lot of effort for Shenmu to pull his hand away completely, with a quiet and indifferent smile, "Didn't it ever occur to you that apart from her crippled leg, my health has always been bad?"

In a word, send him to hell completely

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Su Yan looked at the man on the hospital bed and felt a headache.

It may not have been a multiple injury at first, but when this man made a fuss, his body temperature rose rapidly, and it turned into a high fever.

She looked at the man who was sitting on the hospital bed in a sickly state, but her eyes were fixed on the window, and she pressed her eyebrows, "Cesar, she won't appear here, give up."

Shenmu is in Yemen right now, it is impossible for her to appear here again.

Cesare didn't move, as if he didn't hear her.

Su Yan closed her eyes, put down the things in her hands, and even her voice faded, "Cesar, I don't have time to fool around with you, I'm going to see Mumu after your injury is healed, so please , can you cooperate a little?"

Just when Su Yan thought that this man was going to ignore her to the end, a deep and hoarse voice sounded from the room, "Go and see her, I don't need you."

"I promised Mumu that I will heal your gunshot wound."

Did she ask Su Yan to do this?

Shouldn't she, wish he could die?

She said at that time, 【Cesar, don't make me hate you】

She must have hated him already, so why would she care about his life.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at his hand, and said indifferently, "This kind of injury is not for you, Su Yan, you go to see her."

Su Yan could easily feel the extremely heavy hostility suppressed on his body, but she was helpless, "Mr. Han is there, I will go there when your injury heals..."

"So what if Han Li is there?" Before Su Yan could say anything, the man who had been silent all this time suddenly swept the quilt on one side violently, and a fragmented voice resounded sharply in the room, "If Han Li can be saved, She is not what she is now."

Su Yan was almost frightened, she stood still and did not dare to move.

Biting her lip, she couldn't say a word.

What happened to Mumu's body, she really didn't know at all.

When she was in New York, she seemed to have acquiesced to Uncle Gong's words that she would not live long.

"No, it's not Han Li," César suddenly lowered his head and hugged his head, as if he was in severe pain, "It was me, if it wasn't me, I would have ruined her only chance."

She obviously begged him, why couldn't he give it to her?

She never asks for help, why didn't he give it to her?

If she refuses to say why, then don't say it. Why does he have to force her to tell the reason?

Why do you have to force her?

Su Yan stood by the bed and wanted to say something, but couldn't find any words of comfort.

César suddenly reached out to lift the quilt, and was about to get out of bed without any scruples. Su Yan was startled, "Ceser, what are you doing, your current body can't go anywhere!"

All she wants now is to heal his wounds and return to Yemen.

She wants to know what happened to Mumu! !

César pushed Su Yan away and came over to stop her hand, "If you don't go, I'll go."

He took a piece of clothing casually, and he was about to go out. The wound on his shoulder was broken by the large movement just now, and he didn't seem to care at all.

Su Yan looked at his back, bit her lip, and shouted loudly, "She won't see you."

César's footsteps stopped at the door.

His hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Cesar, she said you are finished." Su Yan closed her eyes and said slowly, "When she said this, you should know that she will never see you again."

Mumu said so, so unfeeling, apart from resentment and hatred in his heart, more likely, he didn't want César to ruin his life because of guilt.

However, he personally ruined the woman he loves the most. I'm afraid he will never be able to forgive himself.

After a while, he moved his lips, his tone full of self-deprecating meaning, "I know she hates me and doesn't want to see me, but," lowering his tone a few times, "I want to see her."

No matter what, she was...his wife.

These two words slipped through his mind, leaving behind a series of sharper pains.

Su Yan was powerless, "Your injury is not good, do you think Uncle Gong will let you see her? César, you can't get close to her at all."

"My injury is not a problem." César quickly replied.

If he can't see her, his injury may never heal.

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Shenmu half-lyed on the balcony bed, the sun lazily shone on her body, making her very comfortable.

She closed her eyes halfway, neither reading nor drawing, as if she was just basking in the sun.

"Mumu," Wen Luo came from the bedroom, leaned over and whispered in her ear, with a cautious look and a little embarrassment, "Ceizer is outside...he wants to see you."