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

In the hall, she stood in the center of the radiant crystal chandelier and the ancient and elegant decoration, suddenly feeling familiar and unfamiliar.

"I have something to discuss with you," Shenmu turned around and looked at the man who followed her silently all the way, with a smile on his face.

César stared at her smiling face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Say it."

She used the word negotiation, but there was no room for fair negotiation between them.

There are two most humble situations for a person in front of another person, too much love or too much guilt, if there is only one, the two will never be able to speak on the same plane.

What's more, he has both of them in front of her.

"During the time I live here, I hope we can coexist peacefully without disturbing each other. You continue to sleep in the master bedroom on the second floor, and I will sleep in the guest room on the third floor. We can have breakfast together, and you should work at lunch. Outside, for dinner, we can eat together if you come back."

"Whether it's the Mafia or your private life, I won't interfere, and you don't want to interfere with mine, either, okay?"

Her smile is just right to the point of alienation, the standard smile of a celebrity, polite and appropriate, and will not give people any uncomfortable feeling, if their relationship is not husband and wife.

"You sleep on the second floor, and I sleep in the guest room." He handed the luggage to the servant who came over, and expressed his opinion flatly.

"That was originally your room," Shenmu frowned and looked at him, disagreeing.

"Are you hungry? I've already told them to prepare dinner. You should be very hungry after such a long flight. Let's go." César skipped the topic, put his arms around her shoulders and walked towards the restaurant.

Of course, he didn't really hug, it was just an action, and he didn't really hug.

"Cesar," Shenmu didn't move, she looked up at the man standing beside her, "You really don't need to be like this, it will only make me feel more uncomfortable if you are so careful."

She raised her hand and touched her head, "I said, all I need is peaceful coexistence, and that's enough."

She didn't need him to lower his posture and treat her with obvious flattery.

Really don't have to.

"Mumu," his eyes were dark, and the deeper one was pampering, "I didn't do anything, I just asked you to have dinner together."

"You just said that we can have dinner together."

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to live under the same roof and have to eat separately?

She glanced at him, said nothing, turned and walked towards the restaurant.

"Why are you here?!"

Before Shenmu could speak, the man beside her had already spoken in a fit of rage.

An Mo was hurt by the eyes that were so cold and almost disgusted, she forgot to react all of a sudden, and stood there blankly, unable to respond.

"I……"

César's complexion turned extremely ugly, and his voice was even colder, suppressing deep anger, "I said, why is she here?"

The people in the room were startled by this cold and harsh questioning, and their hearts were suddenly panicked. The servants who were a few meters away did not dare to breathe loudly, and all lowered their heads.

They knew that this new girl seemed to have some entanglements with the godfather, but who would have thought that seeing her would make the godfather so angry?

"First... Mister," a young servant with a slightly larger order said, "She was arranged by Mr. Gray, and she is said to be a new servant."

The new servant.Shenmu pursed her lips, smiled coldly, glanced at An Mo's body indifferently, then said nothing, walked to the dining table as if no one else was there, pulled the chair away, and sat down.

César's voice sank immediately, gloomy and cold, "Call him over immediately!"

"Okay, okay," the servant closest to the door said, knocking and hoping, and then ran outside.

César walked to the seat opposite Shenmu and sat down, without taking a knife and fork, just watching her eat.

Shenmu lowered her head, holding a knife and fork in her hand, eating what she was holding quietly and intently.

Within a few tens of seconds, Hui appeared in the restaurant. The atmosphere was very strange, the silent man had a terrifying aura, and the quiet woman had no intention of speaking at all, as if she was outside the situation.

"Godfather, what do you want from me?" Before he could finish his sentence, he was already dripping with cold sweat.

"Why is she here?"

This she undoubtedly refers to An Mo.

Hui instantly understood the reason for Godfather's stormy face, and felt aggrieved, "Godfather, that's not what I meant."

No matter how he stayed with the godfather for so many years, how could he have the guts to put An Mo in the castle? Even if he wasn't a roundworm in César's stomach, he wouldn't be so stupid.

"It wasn't you who let her in." His voice suddenly became louder several times, Hui strongly suspected that if it wasn't for his wife who was eating now, this table would definitely be scrapped.

"It's Miss Mobai's arrangement." Hui was even more embarrassed, he was in the middle of it, okay? Of course he knew that An Mo shouldn't appear in this castle.

But he didn't dare to directly disobey what Mo Bai said. More importantly, this castle still belonged to her, and she had the right to hire any servants.

Mobai?

César frowned and looked at Shenmu, but she still didn't respond, as if she didn't hear anything.

"An Mo," César said with a cold face and a cold voice, "Why did she arrange for you to come over? Mobai forced you?"

An Mo then raised her head, walked slowly to the side of the dining table, and whispered, "No... I did it voluntarily."

Voluntarily, Shenmu drank the soup slowly, with a smile on his face.

"Pack up your things and leave immediately." César said indifferently without saying a word of unnecessary nonsense, "I have already paid off what I owe you, so don't appear in front of me in the future."

Her life was bought with what she admired, not to mention a leg, everything should be paid off.

An Mo suddenly raised her head, her face was full of disbelief, her eyes were wide open, and tears could still be seen faintly.

"I..." Her voice was trembling, as if she was suppressing endless grievances, she looked extremely pitiful, "I know it's because of something, that's why..."

The expression in Shenmu's eyes suddenly turned cold several degrees.

The sound of silver tableware falling on the ceramic plate suddenly interrupted her words.

It wasn't loud, but it was noticeable in the depressing atmosphere of the restaurant.

Hui Hui and a group of servants all looked at Shenmu, and César unconsciously stared at her.

She was still holding a spoon in her hand, playing with it casually, "Miss An said it was voluntary, you... really want to be a servant in my house?"

Her voice was soft and comfortable, but when An Mo looked into her eyes, she felt a chill run up her spine for no reason.

After a moment of hesitation, he still said decisively, "Yes, I am willing."

Shenmu smiled lightly, "Have you figured it out? I don't care what your relationship with my husband used to be, or what your status was before. If you are my servant, you only have... the role of a servant." ,Understand?"

husband……

César froze in place, his originally tense face relaxed unknowingly, and his eyes softened a lot.

An Mo looked at Shenmu's face, gritted his teeth, "Yes, I know."

Knowing, knowing that she still dares to take the initiative to send herself in front of her?Did she think that since she didn't take the initiative to trouble her and settle accounts with her, it meant that she would act as if nothing happened?

Or do you feel that under César's nose, she dare not do anything to her?

hehe~~

"Alright then." Shenmu took out the tissue and smiled faintly, "You can stay."

César frowned, looking at Shenmu with dark and obscure eyes.

Shenmu raised her eyes and smiled, "It is said that this is Mobai's castle, I should...have the right to appoint a servant, huh?"

She was smiling, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

After a while, he whispered, "Okay, as long as you're happy."

He got up and pulled the chair away, walked a few steps in front of Shenmu, put his hands on her shoulders, and stopped her from leaving.

"Mumu," he put his hand on her shoulder, his voice loving, "You only ate a little, and you lost too much weight recently, can you eat more?"

It was agreed not to interfere with each other, but he wanted to interfere with her meal before she even started?

"I'm full." She stated a fact flatly.

She is not in good health and feels no appetite for anything she eats. She has forced herself to eat what she just ate, and she is getting thinner and thinner. She knows this better than anyone else.

But if you can’t eat it, how can you force yourself to eat it?

"Mumu," he still didn't leave his hand, but put his arms around her in his arms, "I know you have a bad appetite, but eat more? Your Uncle Han said that you must supplement your nutrition, otherwise..."

Otherwise, would he die faster?

Shenmu looked down at less than half of the food on his plate, and then said calmly, "I'm used to Yanyan's food for a while, but I'm not used to changing it suddenly, let's talk about it after a few days to get used to it." .”

She found enough reasons to give him enough face in front of the servant and his subordinates.

César was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect her to say that, and immediately said, "Then I'll ask someone to pick up Su Yan?"

"No need," Shenmu looked up, with a very gentle expression on his face, "Yanyan is my friend, not my subordinate, and she is not from Yemen, besides, if she doesn't go back, Lord Jue will be unhappy."

After finishing speaking, he pushed César's chest and pushed him away, "Eat first, I'll go up and rest."

César didn't stop this time, but kept following her direction until her figure completely disappeared at the corner of the stairs.