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

He had been drinking, Hughes could tell from the tone and line of his voice.

What she did, she did nothing.

It's just one of the news collected by the mafia that the Dongfang family is planning to marry Hua'an International.

Dongfang Qi and Second Miss.

Who else, Mo Bai has been in a coma for so many years, it can't be her, it can only be Shenmu.

He didn't know when he started to like or even be infatuated with women.

Yes, the degree to which he likes her has gone from liking to obsessing.

She has become a part of his blood.

Especially when she promised to be with him.

She promised it with her own mouth, she said it with her own mouth, she loves him.

He also said that he would never allow her to break this promise.

Gong Shenmu, if you say it, you must do it, and I won't give you any chance to go back on your word.

You say you love me to me who loves you so much, and you give me the opportunity, then in this life, you can only be mine.

His intelligence would not be wrong. When his subordinates followed him, he smashed all the cups on the desk to pieces.

In this world, people around him, people who know him.

Who doesn't know that César likes Gong Shenmu.

If it wasn't certain, how could his subordinates dare to report such a piece of information to him?

He could even recall his subordinates tremblingly saying, "Miss Shenmu personally agreed, and the engagement ceremony will be held two weeks later. As the second lady of Hua'an International, no one else knows about it for the time being. It was Dongfang Shu who said it himself, and our people heard it."

She personally agreed?

So that's why she wouldn't make it public that they were together?

No wonder, no matter what he thought, he couldn't figure out why, she didn't let anyone know they were together.

Are you stepping on two boats?

Did she coax Dongfang Qi in the same way, so no one knew that she was with Dongfang Qi.

Circling between two men, what does she want to prove?

"Godfather..." Whose voice rang in his ears, César frowned, his voice was gentle and full of concern.

Is it her?Is she here?

How can she come?

Maybe, she doesn't know where to stay with Dongfang Qi, cuddling in his arms, just like being beside him, no, maybe her smile is sweeter and more enthusiastic.

Otherwise, even if she had to step on two boats, why didn't she choose him in the end?

got engaged.

Should he be thankful, at least he wasn't the last to know.

Gong Shenmu.

How dare she do this to him?

"Godfather," said the gentle voice, "you are drunk, drinking so much alcohol is bad for your health, may I take you back?"

Everyone is drunk when the wine is not drunk, Hughes looked at the phone that had been hung up, and shook his head helplessly.

Something happened to Ziyi, he really didn't want to see something happen to César again, he really felt tired just looking at these two.

Mumu, do you really love him?

If not love, then what are these years?

You don't accept anyone, but just allow yourself to be ambiguous with him without explaining a word.

If you love him, then why on earth torment him so much?

Hughes felt more and more that the more he knew about Shenmu, the more things he didn't know about her.

An Mo's eyes were full of complicated entanglements. She supported César and coaxed him softly, "Godfather, you should go back. There are many things waiting for you to deal with tomorrow. Let's go back."

César didn't know if he recognized who was talking to him, so he pushed her away. An Mo didn't notice, and fell to the ground.

Because of the angle, he accidentally hit his knee.

It was very painful, but she didn't make a sound, she just stood up quietly and walked to his side again, "Godfather, you are really drunk, let me take you back."

As he said that, he no longer considered his wishes, and forcibly helped him up. César was almost drunk.

In fact, he is famous for not getting drunk after a thousand cups, and socializing a lot. He was taught to drink since he was a child. When did she ever get drunk.

Very little.

Hughes often said that wine does not intoxicate oneself.

Alcohol controlled his cerebellum, causing him to walk seriously unsteadily and stumble. An Mo's figure is actually very thin, especially compared with Western men like César, he looks even thinner and shorter.

She gritted her teeth, supported his body hard, and tried her best to make him walk more stably.

She looked at the half-closed green eyes, with pain and mockery in her eyes, and she couldn't help feeling a pain in her heart, as if a needle had stabbed straight into the softest part of her heart.

No need to ask, no need to ask at all, for whom is he trying to force himself to death in the bar from early morning until now.

Gong Shenmu, only Gong Shenmu.

Only that woman has this ability.

She was envious and resentful.

She envied that she could easily get all his pets, all his love, and all his waiting.

She resented that she got everything, but never cherished it.

If it was her, if she was loved by such a man in such a way, then even if the whole world turned its back on him, she would definitely stand in front of him bravely.

Never back down, never back down.

Gong Shenmu, he loves you so much, why don't you cherish it, even if you don't cherish it, why do you want to hurt him again and again like this?

"Godfather," she didn't know if he was really drunk, or as drunk as he appeared to be. Although she hadn't been his personal assistant for a long time, she had seen countless parties, let alone drunk. Drunk, even if there is no trace of drunkenness, "If she really doesn't love you, then can you look at other people?"

Her voice was very low, so low that it was almost just a whisper.

She didn't know if he heard it, or, she just wanted to tell herself.

Because there is no courage.

Even if she is just a bystander, she knows how hard and hard he loves her.

"Godfather, I've heard a saying," An Mo said quietly while supporting him with difficulty, "If you're alone, he's so nice, but if he doesn't love you , then nothing is good."

"Miss Shenmu is very nice. She is beautiful and has a temperament. She has a good family background and a good temperament. But if she doesn't love you no matter what, then you won't be happy either."

Why do you have to be so obsessed and spend more than ten years loving someone wholeheartedly?

And that person even gave a little response stingily.

If she doesn't love you no matter what, then what's the use of those good things?

The people around him said a lot, but he only heard this sentence clearly.

There are so many women in this world.

Is there really no one better than Gong Shenmu?

How could there not be.