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

César said lightly, "I promise to give you a chance, but that doesn't mean I promise to be with you."

An Mo opened her eyes wide, looking at the man who was only a few steps away from her, only indifferent.

She smiled and said, "Could it be that I'm not her, so the promised things are meaningless?"

César didn't even lift his eyelids, "I keep my word, but even if you had a 90.00% chance of winning in the last gamble, that doesn't mean you will definitely win."

"The meaning of the opportunity I gave you is that if there is no Gong Shenmu, if you still like me and want to be with me, then without her, I will not consider any woman. At that time, you want a mafia girl I can also give you the position of the master."

An Mo stood where she was, completely stunned.

César no longer looked at her, and strode away.

Having snatched away the daughter-in-law of the Dongfang family who was about to get engaged, they must not give up so easily.

An Mo's hand gradually clenched into a fist. It turned out to be the meaning. There is no chance to represent a fact.

As long as Gong Shenmu exists, this opportunity will always be just an opportunity. She closed her eyes, and this realization seemed to tear her heart apart.

Why, why does he have to be admired by the palace god? She can die for him. Even if he is the enemy of her relatives, she can still die for him. smile.

César, you only want her, but how do you know, she will always stay by your side.

She loves you far less than you love her, even, she doesn't love you very much at all, otherwise, how could she be willing to treat you like that.

When Shenmu woke up, she only felt that her body was unobstructed, as if she had slept for a long time. During this sleep, all the heaviness and fatigue disappeared.

This made her feel very comfortable. Once her body was comfortable, her mood also became better.

Shu Hui stretched her arms a lot, and she didn't get up until her waist was relieved. Only then did she realize that her clothes had been changed, and there was only a thin and comfortable drowsiness on her body.

After thinking about it for a while, she vaguely remembered that he had carried her back and changed her clothes.

Shenmu got off the bed, and was about to pick up the clothes that had been put aside and change into it, but just as she was holding the white shirt in her hand, her movements suddenly stopped.

Eyelashes moved, thinking of something, eyes drooping.

Three seconds later, she put down the shirt in her hand, turned around and opened César's closet. She grew up with him, and she knew him well. Sure enough, at least half of the women's clothing was already in the closet.

Most of them were her style, she touched one by one with her fingertips, and finally picked out two.

After changing her clothes, she went to the bathroom to wash her face, pulled up her hair, put on her shoes, and went out.

As soon as he opened the door, he looked straight at a woman standing on the railing in front of the door. Standing straight, it seemed that it had been quite a while.

Shenmu just glanced at it indifferently, closed the door behind her, and walked sideways in the direction of going downstairs.

"Miss Gong," came a cool voice from behind.

Shenmu stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at her, "Miss An, what's the matter?"

The moment An Mo saw her, she had to admit that she was amazed. Her usual attire, almost all light-colored shirts and dark-colored pants, was simple and neat. Her long hair hung straight down her shoulders. It always gives people the feeling of quietness in cool colors.

But because it is too clean, so clean that people dare not approach rashly, even her temperament has a sense of alienation. Even though she usually smiles gently and is easy to get along with, she still gives people a strong sense of alienation.

But today's outfit, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the light grass green loose top, the long hem is wide and irregular, but it has more casual follow-up that I don't usually have.

Her hair was pulled up casually, she was very beautiful, without the illusion of being cold and sharp when she was not smiling.

"Yes, I have something to look for you." An Mo walked up to her in a few steps.

Shenmu didn't speak, but looked attentively listening, raised her eyes slightly, but she didn't pay attention.

"I know from the newspaper that you were supposed to be engaged to the eldest son of the Dongfang family yesterday." An Mo stared into her eyes, trying to see something from her pupils.

Shenmu smiled faintly, "Why didn't you read today's newspaper, has the engagement banquet been cancelled?"

An Mo laughed suddenly. She found that Gong Shenmu's psychological quality was stronger than hers, and she was far more calm and composed than she thought. She talked in circles like this, and she would never turn the topic back to what you wanted. Things to say go up.

His eyes suddenly became sharper, and his voice became very cold, "What exactly do you want to do? Since you have decided to get engaged, why did you follow him back? Do you think everyone will be in your hands?"

Presumably her cold and sharp aura made her admiration calm, "Miss An, do I know you very well?"

The implication is that it's not your turn to take care of my affairs.

An Mo stood upright, looking at her without avoiding, "Your affairs have nothing to do with me, but his affairs have nothing to do with me."

Shenmu thought she had lost interest in talking to her, and said lazily, "Since you are interested in his affairs, then you should go to him and stop me?"

An Mo almost stopped her in front of her, not allowing her to go any further.

Shenmu took two steps back, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at her indifferently, with a half-smile on his lips, "An Mo, if you're smart, don't you know that you can't afford to offend me at all?"

"It's better for you to do less of these self-defeating things. Next time you see me, I advise you to take a detour. What I can't see is to make it disappear."

It is almost beyond doubt that Shenmu doesn't like An Mo, no woman will have much affection for a woman who has a crush on her man, at least she doesn't have such generosity.

What's more, there is still a lot of grievances between them.

The smile on An Mo's face was pierced, and she didn't care about her words at all, "Gong Shenmu, you don't have to always remember that you are the second lady of Yemen, always show your identity, you are a princess and even a goddess, don't Let these things tarnish your style."

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