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

"What's the matter?" The sky is sunny after the rain, not only after the sun, but also the air is very good.

Shenmu flipped the pages of the book with her fingertips, and asked lightly, with a quiet face, no superfluous expressions, neither disgust nor indifference.

"Ma'am," Qing held his breath, trying to speak calmly, a person like him was used to speaking without emotion.

The mafia is above one person and under ten thousand people, and no one dares to let him look at his face.

He is here today to beg for help.

"I came here because I hope you can see your relationship with the godfather for so many years," he deliberately slowed down his tone, watching her expression while speaking, "please go and see him."

There was no big fluctuation in expression, "I'm not a doctor, if Su Yan can't help, then I don't think he will be useful."

"Ma'am," Qing is neither humble nor overbearing, but has a faintly aggressive aura, "Doctor Su said that you are the godfather's heart disease. If you don't go, he may not be able to wake up."

Shenmu Youran stopped turning the pages of the book for a moment, but only for a moment, and then said indifferently, "Really, if I don't go, can he die?"

Qing's blood qi surged up in vain, but she still held back stubbornly.

She has resentment, they can all understand, the godfather is sorry for her first, this is a fact.

"Ma'am," Qing lowered her voice, her begging taste became more serious, "If you had said earlier that you needed that thing, and it was so important, then the godfather would never do that anyway..."

It was very difficult for Qing to say these few words. No matter how many reasons there are, even the person who said it felt far-fetched, let alone the person who was hurt? !

"He's been calling your name all the time. What I want to say is, if you really don't hate him so much that you don't want to call him dead, please go and see him."

Shenmu's fingertips didn't move at all, her eyes were fixed on the paper without moving.

"Understood." After a long time, she said calmly, "Let me think about it."

Qing still wanted to say something more, but when the words came to her lips, seeing her unripe profile, she swallowed everything.

"Ma'am, the godfather is waiting for you." After saying this, he turned around and left slowly step by step.

"Where's An Mo?" When he walked to the door, he heard a warm and cool voice in vain, "Didn't she follow your godfather to take care of his illness?"

Qing was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized, and immediately clarified for her master, "Ma'am, before the godfather just felt that he owed Miss An Mo, it doesn't matter now..."

"Then ask her to take care of him." Shenmu said lightly, interrupting his explanation, with a faint smile on her face, "Your godfather's injury was caused by my dad's beating for saving her." hurt, so asking her to take care of it is the most reasonable."

Qing took a breath, was she indirectly refusing?Still sarcastic?Or... do you really think so?

It is impossible to refuse indirectly, because according to the current situation, she must refuse directly without mercy.

Irony... It doesn't quite match her temperament at the moment.

Does she really think so?

But, "Ma'am," Qing gritted her teeth and emphasized again, "The name Godfather has been calling is you."

Is it her?The admiration cannot be denied.

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When Su Yan saw Shenmu, her eyes lit up suddenly. She guessed that Shenmu might not be able to survive in the end, so she came over, but she didn't expect to arrive so soon.

As soon as Hui saw her figure appearing at the door, his entire tense body relaxed, and then he bowed his head in a respectful gesture, "Ma'am."

Shenmu hummed unabatedly, and then walked slowly to César's bed.

"He's having a fever," Su Yan saw that she didn't speak or move, and explained, "I've been calling your name before..." I don't know why she stopped calling now.

Shenmu didn't speak, her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she put her hand on his forehead.

It was really hot.

César's consciousness was in chaos. He had suffered much more serious injuries than this, but this was the first time his consciousness had been so blurred. Some of the judgments that would not be lost unless he died were completely gone.

"Mumu...", the cool temperature against his skin is very comfortable, very comfortable.

He began to murmur her name continuously in his throat, his voice was so hoarse, his vocal cords should be damaged.

Shenmu's eyelashes moved, and then she withdrew her hand——

"Mumu,"

Her hand was intercepted in mid-air, and the unconscious man was keenly aware of something, closed his eyes, and grabbed her hand accurately.

"Mumu," the murmured voice turned anxious, and he called her name more closely, "I'm sorry, Mumu, I'm sorry."

Shenmu closed her eyes, but did not forcefully withdraw her hand.

Probably because of the fever, his hands were very hot. No wonder Su Yan said that he had a high fever. Looking at the temperature, it was really hard to tell.

"Siselle," he kept holding her hand so tightly that Shenmu felt that all his strength was concentrated on it, "Since you can judge my hand, you must have heard my hand. It's not difficult to say, I will stay in this room until the sun goes down, and if you don't wake up after the sun goes down, I will still leave."

The tone was flat as if to inform, and he pulled his hand out after speaking.

The man who was only anxious at first suddenly became intensely uneasy, turned his body to one side, and stretched out his hand in the direction of admiration.

Once again, he accurately grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Su Yan stared at Shenmu's wrinkled white shirt speechlessly, thinking silently, is he really unconscious, or fake unconscious?

If true, how did he do it? !

In fact, of course he was unconscious.

But the physique that has undergone strict special training is naturally different from that of ordinary people. Su Yan is not clear about this, but Shenmu is very clear.

She didn't hesitate for a long time, and pulled her clothes out of his hands again without changing her expression - "Mumu!"

With a scream, the man who had been dreaming in a coma woke up in vain.

César opened his eyes suddenly, without even returning his consciousness to his mind, he sharply saw Shenmu standing aside.

The overwhelming panic just now struck again in an instant, he sat up without thinking about anything, and then hugged Shenmu into his arms forcefully.

"Mumu, Mumu, don't go, don't go."

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