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

The whole morning's panic has settled down in this instant.

"Mumu, Mumu," he murmured her name in a low voice, his deep voice became sexually hoarse because of his passion, "You hate An Mo very much?"

Regardless of her pushing and resistance, he licked and kissed her lips with the tip of his tongue, drawing the shape of her lips with extremely ambiguous movements, and he cut her hands behind her behind with his hands around her waist.

Shenmu admitted for a moment that every time he called her name, her heart would tremble.

There are many people who call her Mumu, but only his tone and voice can call out this kind of humming, with boundless pampering, bit by bit, as if pinching her heart.

An Mo, how could she not hate An Mo?

Among other things, when she was in London, if she hadn't repeatedly sowed discord, César might not have made that choice.

Of course, they all knew that the right to choose was in the hands of this man, and An Mo could only be regarded as an accomplice, but who stipulated that an accomplice was not a sinner?

"Cesar, go away!" She was annoyed, why should he kiss her here?Why did he kiss her?

Her hands were controlled by him, and even her body was pressed by him in an extremely discordant posture, she had no space or strength to resist at all.

But the more this happened, the deeper the anger hovering in her chest became.

"You hate her," César didn't continue to kiss her deeply, but he didn't leave her lips either. He just spoke from such a close distance, with a self-deprecating smile and bitterness in his dark green eyes, "so admiring Tell me, do you hate me more, hate me more?"

Shenmu's body gradually stiffened, she didn't know if it was because of his words, or because of the deep self-mockery and loneliness in his eyes, she couldn't move for a while, but continued to stay in his arms in this posture.

He let go of her chin with his hand, then walked up, touching her head with his big hand, his eyes fixed on her tightly, all his eyes were like an impenetrable net, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Is it true that the person you hate the most is actually me?" The person who pushed her to hell was actually him, so how could she not hate him?

Impossible, he knew very well.

Shenmu looked straight at his face, because of his words, and because of his persecution, she had no choice.

His forehead was pressed against hers, this posture was airtight like a couple, she could clearly see the deep pain in his eyes, like a trapped animal, desperately struggling to find an exit.

And that exit seems to be her.

For such a man, Shenmu looked at his handsome face so close at hand, what he felt on his skin was the breath that belonged to him brought out by the wind of his lips.

There was a momentary trance, this is the man she has loved for so many years, and she even lost her own life for such love.

An Mo's grievances are always visible to passers-by, but what about her grievances?

When did he see her grievance?

Maybe he feels guilty and regretful now, but he still has never seen her grievance.

hatred.

How could there not be.

She sacrificed herself for him, but he did not hesitate to crush her life for another woman. She said that she had no way to pretend that nothing had happened.

"I hate you," Shenmu smiled faintly, "So what?"

She wouldn't do anything to him, and she wasn't prepared to do anything to him. If it wasn't for Mo Bai, maybe she would have completely withdrawn from his life since his illness.

How about that.

If possible, he would rather sacrifice his life to her.

But not.

If not, then, "Mumu, I'll accompany you, okay?"

Recently, every sentence he asked her would be good or not. Even if he asked her, he was still the same strong and domineering in his bones.

with her?What are you doing with her?

Shenmu didn't react at first, but after a few seconds, her head exploded with a bang, showing a shocked expression for the first time.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes widened suddenly, and his handsome and serious face was reflected in a pair of bright eyes.

"I can't give you my life, so I will accompany you, Mumu, and I will accompany you wherever you go."

"Are you crazy?" Shenmu just felt crazy, and couldn't help screaming out. Her rationality told him again and again that he was just talking, and it was impossible for him to do this.

He's responsible, he's the godfather of the Mafia, and he has parents.

To her, he only felt guilty, regretted his original choice, and couldn't accept the fact that she was dying for a while, just like he hadn't realized that he might not be in love with him long ago.

When a man says he can die for a woman, he is mostly just talking.

She believes that maybe the responsible man who truly loves at the critical moment will choose to die for him.

But die for love.

These two words are so old that they are stupid substitutes today.

Cesar would not do such a thing.

However, looking at his handsome eyebrows and the way he stared at her, she couldn't help but lose control of her emotions. He said this...too seriously.

Serious enough to drive her crazy.

"Are you crazy?" He suddenly smiled, put his fingers on the tip of her eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mumu, my memory has always existed from the very beginning, whether it is good or not It's still bad, I don't know, what should I do if one day you are gone?"

It is said that people's memory starts from the age of three, and when he was three years old, she happened to be born, and there are traces of her in all his memories.

"Cesare, you always feel that you love me very much," she leaned her back on the back seat with a smile on her face, "but Cesare, your feelings are really nothing more than that."

Maybe she didn't even admit it until this moment. When she tried her best to push him out, she was the one who was the most brooding and painful when he left her.

After Shenmu said this, she pushed him away vigorously. César was caught off guard for a moment, and she broke free. She stretched out her hand towards the car door. She didn't have to eat this meal, and she couldn't eat anything now. .

But in just over ten seconds, her hand touched the doorknob. He had reacted faster, grabbed her other arm behind him, and pulled her back vigorously, even because he lacked strength. Grasp it well, let her bump into his chest.

"That's because you didn't give me a chance," he yelled in her ear, the first time he spoke to her with such a loud voice, "Gong Shenmu, when did you give me a chance to love you?! "

******************* Well today only I was wrong

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