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

On the way to the castle garden, the phone in Shenmu's hand suddenly rang.

She glanced at the screen, her mild and quiet expression instantly turned expressionless, and she answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Second Miss is very busy recently." The declarative sentence is filled with boundless irony.

Shenmu said lightly, "Yemen has been a bit chaotic recently, don't you know it very well?"

"I don't care about Yemen's affairs." There is an old and cold voice over there, especially in this night, with the wind, the coldness radiates from the skin into the blood, "Gong Shenmu, where is the thing I want? ?”

"I've said it before," she said in a flat tone, "I've been in Yemen recently. I don't know anything about César or the Mafia."

"Hmph," there was a cold snort of extreme disdain, with deep sarcasm, "Gong Shenmu, don't tell me that César finally moved you, so you start to regret it, don't do those things. "

Her footsteps stopped suddenly, and the slender fingers of the person holding the phone were all white, with such great strength, the phone in her hand was almost crushed.

The long black hair fluttered in the night sky, and the coolness was overwhelming.

Seeing that she was silent over there, she continued, "Don't even think about it. Over the years, how many confidential materials of the mafia have you taken from him? He knew these things. Do you really think that he He will still be so affectionate to you, and at that time, he will be the person who hates you the most in the whole world."

"So, don't be delusional, you can accept him and be with him."

"Hehe," she smiled softly, but unfortunately the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see her expression, how dark and cruel those black eyes were, she said slowly with her own voice, "I Say, Dongfang Shu, you also stepped into the coffin at the age of 70 or [-], don’t you know that worrying about so many things will make you die faster?”

The breathing over there became heavy, she continued to laugh, "Look at you, your son died earlier than you, grandson?" She paused, "I heard that Dongfang's family had a child more than ten years ago. The amazing genius of the century, who knows everything from military to medical skills, but he doesn't know if he died or where he went. You should be careful. You have committed so many crimes. Don't let everyone die in a hundred years. It’s really a waste of life.”

Dongfang Shu hadn't spoken for a long time. In most of his life, it was the first time someone dared to speak to him in such a tone, cursing him to death in an open and honest manner. It should be said that he wished him to die.

Holding his breath in his heart, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned ashen, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

For so many years, Gong Shenmu has always accepted no matter what it is, and this is the first time that her attitude is so sharp.

A sneer slipped across Dongfang Shu's eyes, did it pierce her sore spot?So pissed off?

"Gong Shenmu, are you really in love with César?"

The strength in her hand was slowly released, and her suppressed breathing slowly returned to a calm look, "Do you think that my falling in love with César is just a bargaining chip threatened by you?"

She smiled coldly, "My Gong Shenmu has never done such stupid things like digging her own grave."

"Gong Shenmu," Dongfang Shu sneered, "Your blood is cold enough, and Cesare's glory will be destroyed in the hands of his beloved woman. I don't know how ugly it will be."

"Are you sure, your grandson is so broken César?" She smiled lazily, completely out of the ordinary, "By the way, let me give you a word, the current Fengjue is the weakest period, you go to deal with him , is more reliable than dealing with César."

After speaking, without waiting for any response from the other party, he hung up the phone.

The position of the heart tightened little by little, and it was like being firmly grasped.

Slowly squatting down, the castle was brightly lit, but there was no sound, silence, everything was silent, she couldn't hear any sound, only the sound of heartbeat was constantly filling her eardrums.

Suddenly, as if she lost control, she picked up her clothes again, looked for the number, and dialed it without thinking.

She grabbed her clothes, lowered her head, and let her long hair fall down. The phone rang several times before she was picked up, "Mumu?"

The sound is slightly pleasant, but deeper is tiredness.

What's up with him?

She didn't speak, just covered her mouth to prevent the suppressed voice from rushing out of her throat.

"Mumu, are you there?" César's voice raised a few degrees, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

It was very late, if Wen Luo hadn't faintly felt that she wanted to leave, she would probably be in the bedroom now instead of blowing the cold wind.

The whole body is cold, even the heart is cold.

The sound of the wind reached his ears through the phone, and Cizell frowned suddenly, "Mumu, why are you outside so late?"

Shenmu still didn't speak. He didn't know what was wrong with her. Mumu rarely did this. When she called, she didn't say a word for a long time. Did she type it carelessly?But at this time, she should be sleeping.

"Mumu," he coaxed her in a low voice, "Go back to sleep obediently, it's late..."

"I'm thinking of you..." Her voice was lower than his, a little bit broken.Little spilled out, "Ceizer, I miss you so much..."

She knew why he was tired, because when she went to Rome that time, he happened to encounter a deal that was intercepted, and he rushed there in person, but was plotted against, and An Mo blocked a shot for him.

During this time, he may have been taking care of her.

So, hearing this voice that's exhausted from caring for other women, is she out of control?

Shenmu opened his eyes, and without waiting for him to say anything else, he hurriedly said, "It's cold outside, I'm going back, good night."

Said, and quickly hung up the phone.

Her eyes gradually regained clarity, and suddenly, a trace of coldness slipped through her pupils, she turned around and stood up.

"Hughes," standing quietly in front of her in the night, was Hughes in white casual clothes.

Dark hair, azure blue eyes, with a dark flame shining in them.

He smiled slightly, showing his neat and beautiful white teeth, "You want to ask me, how long have you been standing here?"

Shenmu bit her lip and looked at him motionless.

"Not long." He smiled faintly, "Just when you said you missed him."

Her eyelashes drooped, "Hughes, what do you want to say?"