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

Shenmu was speechless for several minutes, she thought she could speak eloquently, unless she was unwilling to speak, almost no one could easily make her speechless.

But obviously, Xia Jin is not an ordinary person, so Dao is one foot tall and devil is ten feet tall, and Shenmu is not her opponent at all.

She couldn't find a reason to refute what she said, because if she really fell in love with Dongfang Qi and wanted to marry someone like him, she would definitely do what Mommy said.

"What's the matter, Mumu? If you don't speak, does that mean you acquiesce?" Xia Jin couldn't hear any anger in her voice, but she never showed such things on her face.

"Mummy," Shenmu closed her eyes and said softly, "No, it won't happen like this."

None of this will happen, because she has no intention of marrying Dongfang Qi at all.

Shenmu didn't know how to explain this matter, and Xia Jin was not easy to fool, she thought about it, then frowned and said softly, "Mummy, don't worry, if one day I really want to get married, I will I must personally bring him back to show you."

When she said that, Xia Jin's complexion became slightly better. She didn't want to impress God, but, hey, how much she coveted César as her son-in-law.

She wished so much, but she never said it, she just didn't want to put pressure on her daughter, but if she found a son-in-law who didn't like her, she probably wouldn't show any good looks.

She has such a temper.

"Okay, okay." She touched her forehead, and suddenly felt a headache. It's so old that it makes people depressed. Her son is half a child now, and her daughter is not good now. She said she was really sad, "These I don't care about things for the time being, if you want to make trouble, you can make trouble, engagement is fine, and I will personally check on marriage."

Shenmu breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, I will, don't be angry."

Xia Jin then decided to leave, and when she walked to the door, she asked in great bewilderment, "By the way, little girl, you don't want a man who loves you so much because César is in vain for other women, I feel sorry for you."

Shenmu didn't say anything, just smiled gently.

This is the first time her mother said that she also wanted her to be with César, right? Everyone thought that she should be with César.

In fact, she felt the same way herself.

Xia Jin walked for half an hour, followed by Han Li. He originally lived in Zurich, but later moved to London because of her. He is Yemen's personal doctor.

"How is your health recently?" Shenmu made a cup of tea for him.

"It's okay," she smiled softly, "the time hasn't come yet."

Han Li frowned, "Mumu, don't try to go..."

"I've done everything I can," Shenmu interrupted him lightly, "Uncle Han Li made you waste so much time, I'm already sorry."

"Mumu, don't say that,"

How could she say that, is she too pessimistic, or she is too sober, so she refuses to leave even a little chance for herself.

"What are you going to do? The purpose of getting engaged to Dongfang Qi."

"Of course, destroy it."

Han Li was not surprised by the expected answer, but he frowned, "Mumu, can you do it? Now that your brother is like this, you and César have fallen out again, and no one will help you. It's not enough for Mu Liuli to help you."

"How could it not be enough?" She gave Han Li a conciliatory smile, "Mu Liuli helping me means that the whole of Yemen is helping me, César fell out with me, and he is also the biggest enemy of the Dongfang family. "

"How old are you today?" Han Li asked suddenly.

"21."

She is one year older than Su Yan and three years younger than Sizer, exactly 3.

21. Han Li sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Tell your daddy, he will help you destroy the Dongfang family, why didn't you choose to do that."

Shenmu thought for a while before saying, "This is my own choice, Uncle Han Li, I can only be responsible to the end."

At that time, Han Li didn't understand what Shenmu was talking about, the choice she was talking about, and the responsibility she was talking about. When he understood, it would be too late for many things.

In the evening, she received a call from César, she could guess it, because all the news had been released, the engagement ceremony was already done and would not change.

He won't give up so easily, this is not Cesare's style, she knows it, and she knows it very well.

"Mumu," no longer the usual tenderness and pampering, but a little more feminine and indifferent, he still called her by her name like this, "Do you really want to marry him?"

She was a little flashy, remembering the three years she lived in Rome, they were together almost day and night, he often hugged her, stole kisses, ate tofu, and even acted like a baby.

She has seen everything that no one else can see.

With her eyes closed, even if the lights in the room were out of her sight, she slowly answered his question, "Well, probably so."

The phone was silent for a while, neither of them spoke.

"Mumu," he smiled, through the phone line, "A lot of times, I feel that loving you is really tiring."

Her originally closed eyes opened immediately, and there was no sound in her throat for a while, and after a long time, she said lightly, "Rest when you are tired, and don't love me."

When she said this, she felt that a hand was pulling on her nerves, grabbing her out of breath.

"I don't love you, will you get used to it?" His voice became lower and lower, especially when it was almost dark, there was a kind of tenderness and a little helplessness.

Did she make him helpless?

She wanted to say that she would get used to it, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say anything.

"Mumu, if I don't love you, I won't get used to it." He didn't seem to want to hear her answer, but continued talking on his own.

There was a trace of tiredness in his voice, which was a kind of tiredness from the depths of the soul, which made her heart wrinkle.

Finally, is he willing to let her go?

No, it should be that he is ready to let him go. The so-called liking is just a habit. A habitual liking has never been obtained, so I always want to have it.

Suddenly there was a chill on her face, she reached out to touch her face, and what she touched was wet liquid.

She laughed without a sound. Originally, as long as this is the case, she can already cry, but what should I do?