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

"Cesar," she said softly, "isn't it good that I'm by your side?"

He didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he stroked her hair and said lightly, "Well, it's fine if you are by my side."

Then, he withdrew his hand and left the kitchen quietly.

Shenmu turned her face sideways, looked at his back, and gradually clenched her hands tightly. She lowered her eyes and murmured, how can I love you the best?

About 10 minutes later, Shenmu went out with her plate carefully, put her pasta on the table, and then went to call the man sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Pulling out the newspaper in his hand, Shenmu looked up with a smile on his face, "Hey, aren't you angry? For the sake of my own cooking, let me save face and stop being angry, okay?"

The newspaper is gone, he can only look up at her smiling face, between them, does he have the capital to be angry?

He has always been the only one who was afraid that she would be angry, how dare he be angry with her?

The self-deprecating flash of his eyes stung her pupils unexpectedly, before she realized what she was doing, she leaned over and kissed his lips.

César raised his eyes, and almost at the same time she kissed her, he locked her into his arms with his backhand, pressing his lips even more heavily.

Shenmu was unprepared, so she just fell on his lap, letting his hands hug her waist, and she was pressed on the sofa, kissing wantonly.

This is the living room, so many servants came and went to watch, Shenmu wanted to struggle, but César remained motionless, only deepening the kiss wholeheartedly.

The lips and teeth are entwined, and they are in love with each other.

He kissed for a long time, and Shenmu quickly gave up struggling, and stretched out his arms around his neck to respond to his kiss. There is no doubt that this will only attract César's more crazy aggression.

If this wasn't the living room, she even doubted that he would tear it apart right here.

"I made spaghetti..." Taking advantage of the time when he was resting and letting go of her, she said quickly, looking at him cautiously, "Shall we go to eat?"

"Okay." With a low and hoarse voice, he finally let her go from his arms, but just as she stood up, her waist was pulled into his arms again, and he held her waist like this, and walked towards the kitchen.

Sitting at the dining table, Shenmu was inexplicably nervous.

In fact, her handicraft... really can't be said to be very good...

So, she was a little worried, and suddenly felt regretful. She just wanted to make him happy, and insisted on making pasta, which is not your specialty at all.

She raised her head and looked at him secretly.

César was born and raised in Italy, and with his current status as a powerful person, he has never eaten any kind of food, and the plate in front of him is indeed not so outstanding.

In terms of objective evaluation, it can only be regarded as unsatisfactory.

Of course, how could his evaluation be objective.

So he lowered his head and concentrated on eating the food in front of him, not even realizing that Shenmu was looking at him.

Seeing that he didn't frown, nor did he show any expression of disgust, Shenmu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then when she was eating noodles by herself, she thought very annoyed, what else could she do besides this?

It seems that she can't even make people happy.

Thinking of this, she became gloomy, eating the noodles in the bowl for a while.

When she finished eating and raised her head, she suddenly realized that César was looking straight at her from the opposite side. It seemed that it was not a matter of staring at her for a minute or two.

"Unhappy?" He looked into her eyes and asked in a low voice.

Shenmu was startled for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

She quickly raised her smiling face, "You should be very busy, so go ahead and come back early in the evening to accompany me."

"Mumu," he looked at her, and said each word in a calm voice, "Is An Mo in your hands?"

The smile on Shenmu's face froze immediately, and soon began to gradually dissipate. She carefully studied his expression, trying to see something from his face.

Her jet-black long hair was soft and straight, and against the original gentle smile on her face, she was extraordinarily comfortable and pleasant.

However, her face gradually became calm, and her smile was so quiet that there was no ripple, "Is she important?"

Sure enough, is it impossible to have no feelings at all?Or is she going too far, and asking him to have no affection for a woman who blocked two shots for him is already too much?Even though, that woman's identity is undercover.

César said flatly, "Mumu, she's not important." You are the most important.

"She is in Yemen's hands." She thought for a while before nodding, her eyes calm.

He thought he didn't like the look in her eyes.

"why?"

Shenmu lowered her eyes, not knowing how to answer him.

"Can't you tell me about the matter between you and the Dongfang family?" César looked straight into her eyes, not allowing her to evade any way, as if by doing so, she could force out all the truth from her.

"What do you want to know?"

"Gong Shenmu," César's face turned cold, "You Yemen and the Dongfang family don't have any conflicts of interest. What you have is just your business."

"I want to know everything about you."

She suddenly smiled, "Cesar, tell me, is An Mo really nothing to you?"

César heard the words, and there were traces of a storm in his eyes, "Gong Shenmu, you are An Mo, don't tell me that her existence will make you jealous, she has no such ability at all."

Can't she be jealous?Just because An Mo could stand in front of her unscrupulously and openly say that she likes him, she was already jealous.

Because she couldn't even say that.

"You knew from the very beginning that she was sent by the Dongfang family to your side," Shenmu lowered her eyes and clenched her fingers tightly, "However, it is also true that she blocked two shots for you. If you die by yourself, you won't feel nothing at all, will you?"

It's true that An Mo is an undercover agent, but she has never been a professional undercover agent, otherwise she would not fall in love with César easily.

Shenmu could clearly feel all of this from her eyes and her attitude towards her.

"If I want her life, will you stop me?" When she asked this sentence, she smiled slightly.

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