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

An Mo's fingers unconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes, twisting her clothes in a small arc, but her face remained calm.

"What does Yinmei want to achieve by doing this?" Shenmu stared at her face and asked coldly.

After what happened in New York, he didn't do anything, he didn't appear in front of her, and he didn't seem to appear around Yemen, he was so quiet that he really didn't have any purpose.

But how is this possible?

"I don't know." Regarding this, An Mo was very honest, because she didn't know in the first place.

Shenmu suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes, and she reflexively thought that she would faint, but after only two or three seconds, she returned to normal.

There was a dull pain in her head, she supported her forehead, and rubbed it gently intentionally or unintentionally, the light in front of her eyes became bright and dim, like a light that had been in disrepair for a long time.

Accompanied by this extremely uncomfortable feeling, she felt a faint agitation in her body, her emotions suddenly became troubled, and she even became more and more manic.

Even looking at An Mo in front of him, it became even more unpleasant.

Years of forbearance, she has already become good at controlling her emotions, but all she can do at this time is habitually suppress, and the boredom and disgust will only increase.

She stretched out her hand to press the center of her brow, and said expressionlessly, "Go out and continue doing your work."

An Mo looked up at her one last time, and left the bedroom without saying a word.

She knew that they had slept separately since they came back, but César gave up the master bedroom to Gong Shenmu.

The bedroom door was closed, and Shenmu raised her eyes.The hand holding his forehead fell down, after thinking about it, he still took out a small bottle from the bedside drawer in the bedroom, and poured a pill from it into his palm.

There was cold water in the glass at hand, she raised her hand and drank the medicine and water together.

An Mo walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. Along the way, many servants stared at her, and even talked about her behind her without any scruples.

The content is nothing more than that, what a shameless woman she is.

She comforted herself over and over again, it was just these boring women who didn't understand the situation and were gossiping behind their backs.

However, even so, those contemptuous gazes and trivial discussions still made her feel stabbed, and there was simmering anger in her chest.

One day, one day, they will understand... what the final outcome is.

Stepping into the kitchen, An Mo looked at the familiar figure inside, and suddenly froze.

Tall and slender back, dark hair, with a tiredness that is not obvious.

Cesar, what is he doing here?

He's... cooking?

An Mo didn't even think about it, and walked over quickly, "Have you not eaten yet? Shall I make it for you?"

César didn't speak, as if he didn't hear her at all, he concentrated on chopping vegetables, his movements were not flexible, but they were barely standard.

Instead, the chef standing beside him glanced at her, "Mister wants to cook for Madam himself."

Don't even think about it, Mr. really wants to eat, and he, the chef, is here as a display?

An Mo pursed her lips, looking at the handsome and focused man in front of her, her heart was blocked by some emotion. He had already changed the formal clothes he usually wears into casual clothes, which was a little less sharp and a little more elegant and leisurely. .

She could only see his side face, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up high, and the watch on his wrist was also taken off. His perfect silhouette and concentration on chopping vegetables made him look a bit more homely and elegant.

"Does Madam eat celery? It will taste better if you add some celery," the chef who was pointing at the side reminded seeing that Cesare's dishes were almost cut.

"Yeah." Mumu eats celery, and she likes it very much.

As he said that, he reached out to find the celery from the ingredients on the other side, washed it carefully, and continued to cut it.

An Mo was completely left on the sidelines. The chef saw that she was stuck on the side without moving, and said in a cool tone, "Have you finished your work? There are still many people who are still hungry, waiting for you." Lunch, are you standing here to starve everyone?"

They don't really like to ridicule or add insult to injury, it's just that a woman who bears the reputation of a mistress is not welcome, not to mention that she can be affectionate in front of others now.

This is really disgusting.

An Mo felt a little bit unwilling in his heart, and looked at César with a bit of aggrieved expression, hoping that he could open his mouth to take back his previous order.

With so many people in the castle, her hand would be crippled.

But César's attention was all on the dishes in his hands, and he didn't give her any spare vision.

Biting her lip, she was unwilling but had no choice. She could only retreat to the other side and continue making lunch for the other servants.

Shenmu was awakened by the footsteps, and after waking up, she found that she was lying on the bed and fell asleep. The sunlight was a bit dazzling, so she subconsciously raised her hand to cover the light in front of her.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the man's face bent down, handsome and gentle, giving him the illusion of a dream.

She frowned, didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

César stretched out his finger, touched her frowning brows, and whispered, "Mumu, don't frown."

As soon as he made a sound, the trance illusion was shattered like a crystal.

Shenmu supported her hand, stood up sideways, and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Her pupils are pitch black and transparent, as indifferent as glass without temperature.

In the cold and alienated distance, César suddenly reached out and hugged her into his arms, "I just called Dr. Han, and he said, you can't eat."

Shenmu just listened without reacting, not even moving his eyes.

"I've made a few new dishes, Mumu, eat a little bit, okay?"

No matter what kind of dish you cook, it will be the same even if you cook it a few more times. She can't eat it. She can't eat anything delicious. Why bother?

"I have no appetite..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was picked up from the bed by the man, his eyes were gentle, but his movements were full of strength.

"I said I don't want to eat, what do you mean?" Shenmu grabbed his clothes and glared at him angrily.

César just looked down at her, then continued walking in silence.

He carried her straight to the dining room, regardless of the servants' glances from time to time along the way, and the arms holding her were extremely strong, regardless of her anger and struggle.

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