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

Shenmu's hands were holding onto the rope with little strength, which prevented César from moving, and he looked at him with black and white eyes, and then said unusually coldly, "I'm fine,"

His eyes moved down and landed on his waist, "Take your hands away."

With her long black hair in a white shirt, against her indifferent face at this time, her temperament became more and more cold and unapproachable.

Even if the sun shines on her body, she is like a piece of cold jade at this moment.

César's body froze, and he squatted down slowly in front of her, because she was sitting on the swing, and he was obviously too tall.

He didn't continue to hug her waist, and held her hand with his slipped hand, holding it tightly and refusing to let go.

"Why did you come out alone?" He squatted, after all, he was a little shorter than she was sitting, so he wanted to raise his head when he spoke.

Shenmu still had a calm expression, "It's nothing, the room is too stuffy, so I just came out for a walk."

When she said that, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Now that you know I'm fine, let's go. I want to be alone." When she spoke, she frowned and her lips were pursed, showing that she was indeed displeased by his appearance.

Realizing this, even though she had always understood it, but her words that were so blunt and almost naked still made his nerves tingle.

It was only then that he realized that, even at the worst of their relationship, she had never given him the illusion of her obvious dislike.

It took more than ten seconds to calm down before he slowly stood up from the ground and continued to speak in a slow tone, "Then I'll prepare dinner for you. What do you want to eat?"

"As I said, I don't want to eat anything." When she said this, she looked into the distance, a little lost in thought.

"Mumu," César leaned over, holding her face gently but forcefully, "You haven't eaten lunch, you must have dinner."

In the end, he let go of his hand and said flatly, "Otherwise, Mumu, I will keep my word."

What he said was true, his lips curled up in admiration, and his smile was cold and piercing, "Why, if I don't eat this dinner, do you really want to force me again?"

"Oh, that's right. Anyway, it's not the first time you've done this kind of thing. It should be very easy, César, are you really too hungry, or there is no other way."

The words she said, the contempt and disdain in her tone, were so clear and strong.

She was right, he had done all these things.

His eyes were deeply narrowed, and he stood with his back to the sun, his eyes were deep, "Yes, I have hurt you, if you feel that hurt you, you can treat me whatever you want, even if you want to give me Gun, and I can't even say a word."

"But Mumu, your body can't stand the torment, so besides this, you can do whatever you want."

As long as she doesn't hurt herself anymore, as long as she loves her body a little, he really doesn't care about the rest.

Shenmu was stunned for a while, but soon laughed again, "I said, don't pretend to be affectionate in front of me, our friendship for so many years doesn't need these false things."

César listened to her words, a smile appeared on his lips, with only helplessness and bitterness faintly, "Does it mean that no matter what I do, you think my feelings for you are too cheap to be worth your eyes?"

"So we live our own lives, and everyone is comfortable..."

"I love you," he interrupted her, with a very calm tone, calm and sure, just like the day he said in the car that he died with her seriously, "Mumu, I love you."

Even if you don't believe it, or don't care at all, I still want to tell you that I love you.

In his long life, she is the person he loves the most. Maybe he once complained or even hated her, but now, all the resentment has settled down.

The only thing left is as transparent and clear as clear water, he loves her.

Now the indifferent Gong Shenmu makes this point even more clear, no matter what she becomes, he still loves her.

Be it the gentle and good-tempered Shenmu, the enchanting and dark Mu Liuli, or the one who only hates him now, they are all his favorite women after all.

There will be no one else, no more wavering.

Shenmu looked up at her, with a faint smile in those eyes, but there was no warmth, "I heard that the best way to maintain love is to do things that are sorry for the other party, because guilt will keep love warm." .”

She used to use this method to make him fall in love with An Mo and other women.

But now, he is so affectionate and unrepentant, and his appearance of pain and guilt is also because he feels more guilty for her than anyone else.

César's eyes gradually darkened, he looked at her smiling face quietly, and said in a hoarse voice for a while, "In Moscow, I used An Mo to exchange your life, and later, I asked for her to save her. Dongfang Shu shot, and you took my gun away."

"Is it also because you think that guilt can produce love, and you stop it just to gamble. As long as An Mo doesn't die, then I will hate you and may fall in love with An Mo."

From the first word he said, his dark green eyes were fixed on her face, not letting go of any subtle expression on her face.

"Whether it's for Miss Yemen or for Mu Liuli, the head of the interrogation hall, if it weren't for me, An Mo's existence would be insignificant and unworthy of attention to you. You have nothing to do with her. There is no reason to ask her to die because of direct grievances."

"Mumu, I was right, wasn't I?"

*********************************** The following is a repetition, forgive the habit of procrastination, I will make it up ! ! ! "Whether it's for Miss Yemen or for Mu Liuli, the head of the interrogation hall, if it weren't for me, An Mo's existence would be insignificant and unworthy of attention to you. You have nothing to do with her. There is no reason to ask her to die because of direct grievances."

"Mumu, I was right, wasn't I?"

"Whether it's for Miss Yemen or for Mu Liuli, the head of the interrogation hall, if it weren't for me, An Mo's existence would be insignificant and unworthy of attention to you. You have nothing to do with her. There is no reason to ask her to die because of direct grievances."

"Mumu, I was right, wasn't I?"

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