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

the next morning.

César stood in front of the door of the room, raised his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist, and then stretched out his fingers to knock on the door in front of him gently.

It was very quiet inside, without any sound.

César held his temper and knocked on the door again. The deep voice controlled the sound, "Mumu, it's time to get up, are you awake?"

There was still no movement inside.

If it was normal, he wouldn't bother her for as long as she wanted to sleep, but he had already asked Han Li. Her physical condition is not as good as before, and her weight has been dropping all the way. Normal work, rest and living habits are very important.

That's why he took the time to wake her up early in the morning.

He knocked twice more, but he still didn't hear the sound of sitting up or getting dressed inside, so he pressed his eyebrows together, "Mumu, if you don't answer me, I'll come in."

After waiting for about five seconds, there was no sound inside, César's heart beat suddenly, beating rapidly within a few seconds.

Unable to wait any longer, he closed the doorknob with his hand, then pushed the door open and walked in without hesitation.

Seeing the woman lying on the bed with her eyes closed at a glance, his high hanging heart suddenly dropped. He was afraid, afraid that she would leave him without a sound, and even more afraid... that something would happen to her.

Walking over with light steps, he leaned over beside her bed.

The breathing is very even, but the face is not peaceful, the brows are slightly frowned, as if dreaming of something unhappy.

Lying on his side, in a half-curled state, one hand came out of the quilt, and his fingers grasped the quilt vigorously.

He lowered his head to stare at her sleeping face, and unconsciously put his fingers on her face, until the real touch came, and he woke up suddenly, and took his hand back in a hurry.

"Mumu," I couldn't bear to disturb her rare peace, although it seemed that her dream was not really peaceful, "Will you get up and eat?"

Shenmu has always been a light sleeper. If he had been in the past, he would have woken up when he opened the door and walked over.

Slowly opening his eyes, the silhouette of a man was faintly visible in his misty eyes, Shenmu subconsciously felt his head was heavy and painful, and stretched out his hands from the quilt to rub his temples.

Seeing her movements, César's face changed slightly, and he forgot what she said before about not interfering with each other, and reached out to massage her.

Shenmu squinted her eyes and woke up instantly, propping up the bed with her hands, and sat up from the bed.

Last night, she didn't know what she was thinking indiscriminately, and she was in severe pain all of a sudden. She took painkillers before falling asleep.

Now the headache is severe, I don't know if it is the sequelae of the attack, or the side effect of the analgesic, no matter what it is, it doesn't feel good.

Looking weakly at the man in front of him, he said lightly, "Why are you here? Should we respect each other's... **?"

Her subtext was obvious, since he insisted on giving her the master bedroom, he shouldn't have come in without her consent.

César's eyes were gloomy, but he still smiled reluctantly, "I just asked you to have dinner, but there was no answer when I knocked on the door. I came in because I was worried that something would happen to you." After thinking about it, he added absent-mindedly, "Well, there won't be a next time."

Didn't she hear the knock on the door?It seemed that she had slept too deeply, and she still felt her head was heavy, and she was not fully awake.

"Okay, I see." She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Go out, I'll go wash and change."

"Okay," he looked at her deeply, "I'll wait for you outside."

After finishing speaking, before Shenmu could speak, he turned around and walked out.

About 10 minutes later, when she came out of the bedroom, she saw the man standing in the corridor, as if waiting for someone.

Shenmu suddenly felt powerless.

This is not what she wants, even if she barely lives under the same roof, she just wants to have a relationship with him that is a little more familiar than a stranger.

Instead of being like this, he always showed a gesture of wanting to atone for his sins and being nice to her.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with him doing it, but she just didn't like it.

Closing her eyes, her eyes flicked past him, and after closing the door, she walked straight in front of him without saying a word, her profile was so quiet that it was almost indifferent.

César looked at her back with a wry smile on his lips, but he didn't say anything, and followed her silently.

Breakfast was already prepared on the dining table, and it was obvious at a glance that it was specially made to take care of her body, light porridge, golden fried poached eggs, and steaming milk in a transparent glass.

She took a look and sat down directly.

There was a spoon in the porridge, and a silver fork beside the plate of poached eggs.

The man sat down across from her, but she didn't care, picked up the fork without haste, cut a small piece, and fed it into her mouth.

After three seconds.

The fork in her hand fell on the table, she raised her eyes, and said in a lukewarm voice, "Who made this poached egg?"

César followed her voice and asked, "Mumu, what's the matter?"

His breakfast is different from hers, one Chinese and one Western, he asked with a frown as he looked at the poached egg that she had touched a small piece of.

Shenmu didn't answer her, but she said again in an unhurried tone, "Who made this poached egg?"

The servants on Hou Zai's side were already speechless in shock when she asked her the first time.

Even in such a short period of time, they quickly got to know each other. It doesn't matter if he offends César on matters such as catering, because he doesn't really care about it, but if his wife is not satisfied with what he does...

The lady may not do anything to them, but the godfather will be very angry.

"An Mo made this." Although he was afraid, he didn't have the guts not to answer Shenmu's question. "Today's breakfast was made by An Mo."

One servant reported, and the other one was already heading towards the kitchen. It seemed that he wanted to call her out easily.

Within a minute, An Mo appeared in front of her again. She glanced at César with a little trepidation, and finally her eyes fell on Shenmu.

Shenmu had already picked up the spoon, took a sip of the porridge, knew she was coming, and didn't even raise her eyes, said lukewarmly, "Your poached eggs, fry them again."

Concise and concise, without unnecessary words, she didn't even look at An Mo directly.

An Mo bit her lip, walked over with her head down, and picked up the plate of poached eggs from the table. Her posture was respectful, but her tone was neither humble nor overbearing, "Yes, I'll go right away."

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