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

It's his fault, it's all his fault, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have come to this point at all.

César stretched out his arms to hug her, not daring to use too much force, but still in a position so strong that he couldn't refuse, he lowered his head and put his lips on her eyes, "Okay, okay, don't eat if you don't want to eat I won't force you to eat, I'll take you back right away."

A deep and powerful voice rang in her ears, every sound was patient comfort, feeling his heart, listening to his voice, for a moment, she wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry out completely .

Maybe she has been enduring it all the time, and she forced herself to calm down, but there are rough waves hidden in the first place, and this is just the source of all this.

Something was pouring out of her chest, almost submerging her entire respiratory system, but she still just stood, didn't cry, and didn't struggle as he was holding her hand at this time.

César kissed her face at the end, seeing her bowing her head and closing her eyes without saying a word, the pain in her heart was even deeper, and she bent over and hugged her horizontally.

This move once again attracted the attention of the entire restaurant, and César didn't care. Shenmu would feel embarrassed because she was too high-profile in the usual way, but now all her senses seem to be cut off from the outside world.

Not to mention that she can't feel it from other people's eyes, even if someone else speaks, she may not be able to hear it.

"Wow, the girl lost her temper just now and he coaxed her. Who said that handsome men are all scumbags?"

"Come on, if you grow up like the girl in his arms, no matter how angry you are, a man will come to coax you."

"..."

Shenmu buried her face in his arms, like an ostrich for the first time and didn't want to face anything, but her gentle and pitiful appearance was more like a lazy cat.

César watched, only tenderness and pain remained in his heart.

Her fingers were very hard, and she didn't grab anything inside, but she still seemed to be holding something she wanted, and she refused to let go no matter what, her joints were still white.

Even the body he was holding was too stiff to relax.

César brought her back home as quickly as possible. A group of servants couldn't figure it out. The meal was too short. Or, seeing the faces of the godfather and his wife getting worse, could it be that they were outside? Arguing again?So no lunch again?

But the lady is not sick, how can she not eat?

César carried her directly to the bedroom, Shenmu didn't know if he didn't have the energy to speak, or he didn't want to speak, so he let him hold her without saying a word.

It's just that the indifference between the brows and eyes is thicker, and even alienated so that people can't be seen thousands of miles away.

"Thank you for sending me back, I want to rest now, please go out." Shenmu sat on the bed, the sun came in from the window and shone on her body, her long hair hung down to cover most of her face, her voice was calm and cold.

All the way back, she returned to the previous indifferent admiration.

César didn't move at first, but after Shenmu said this, she didn't speak again. If he didn't leave, she would treat him as air.

It was because of him that she couldn't be cured, and it was also because of him that she had a problem with her sense of taste, so now, he hates him so much...

César turned and walked out of the bedroom, even closing the door lightly.

He went straight to the study, closed the door, and the outside world was also shut out by him.

The study room was very quiet, deathly quiet, and the curtains were closed at some point, so the whole room looked extremely gloomy and cold.

It easily flashed in her mind that she was grabbing her hair when she was pushing her to leave in the restaurant, which represented a gesture of bewilderment. How many years had she not done it?

Lifting his foot, he suddenly kicked over the tea table in front of the sofa, that scene flashed before his eyes again and again, except for the fragility that flashed by and couldn't be concealed, she was basically indifferent and hard in front of him.

She didn't cry, she didn't even scold him, she didn't do anything except try to endure her emotions.

But those few seconds of eyes, movements, and even all the trivial expressions were like a sharp knife, cutting his body time and time again.

The whole body is full of deep and long-lasting pain.

He was so far away from her, so far away that she never thought of revealing her emotions and her pain to him, and she was even so forbearing that she didn't want to be spied on by him at all.

When she is in pain, when she is uncomfortable, she will only let him go away.

She didn't want to see him, or share any of her pain with him.

She felt he was unworthy.

These thoughts rolled in his mind, and his mood became more and more irritable. He got up, walked to the desk with a few strides, and swept all the documents on it to the ground.

Elbows resting on the desk, cold and hard texture.

He held his temples, his pulse throbbing.

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Late procrastination, believe me, I will make up, believe me, in order to finish, I will make more next month! ! !ah ah ah

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