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

"Doctor Han said so."

Then it is probably true, that woman really got her hands on her, Su Yan had an accident at the age of 11 and her leg has never been cured, she has had low self-esteem for almost ten years.

If it wasn't for Feng Jue's indifference, maybe she would continue to feel inferior.

"Since it can't be cured, why don't you let him go?" Shenmu frowned slightly, what did César want to do?

They are bodyguards, they are all big men with five big and three rough, and they can't learn to speak euphemistically like a diplomat, so he can only convey the original words in this kind of job of conveying messages.

"The godfather means that he suspects... Doctor Han said that because you don't want An Mo's leg to be cured."

Heh, whether An Mo's leg is disabled or not has something to do with her?

"So," Shenmu raised his eyes, his brows were cold, "Does he want me to go in person before he releases him?"

The bodyguard thought for a while, "You are not in good health recently, should you wait for a while, the godfather knows that Dr. Han is not an ordinary person, he should not be in danger there."

At most, it is impossible to move freely.

They followed her during this period of time, and they knew better than anyone that Miss Er was not in good health.

"No need," she said flatly, "Uncle Han went because of me. He's not a member of Yemen but a friend of my mommy. I'll pick him up."

She gathered her shawl, "Go prepare for the plane, I'll leave after lunch."

"Yes," the bodyguard nodded, signaling that he understood.

Second Miss is very calm, no matter what happens, she always looks calm, she speaks lightly, smiles lightly, eats on time, sleeps on time, reads a book and takes a walk, as if the outside world has nothing to do with her. related.

Even people like them, who are used to blood and rain, come to such a leisurely island with sunshine all day long, and they always feel that this kind of life is too unreal.

She and Yin Mei were still at the dinner table.

Shenmu finished eating the food on the plate, put down the knife and fork, wiped her mouth clean, and said lightly, "I'm going to Rome, and I'll be back tomorrow."

What she used was not a question, but a notice of a statement.

Yin Mei looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled methodically, "Second Miss, I didn't expect you to be so obedient these days, it is said that you were very naughty when you were young."

She was naughty when she was a child, and he knew it so clearly?

"It's very good here, there's nothing wrong with it." She knew that Yin Mei meant that she was under house arrest here without making any noise, and she never thought of fighting with him to leave.

After leaving here, she has nowhere to go, besides, she thinks this place is very good.

Yin Mei stared into her eyes, with a cheerful smile on her lips, "Second Miss, are you sure you won't be sad in the past?"

This woman is not ordinary like self-torture.

Shenmu had already stood up, after thinking about it, she still said, "Please give me two of your analgesics."

"My analgesic has side effects." Yin Mei was still eating. His movements were standard and elegant. , and then research new ones, those things affect the nerves, not good.”

"Am I going crazy?" Affects nerves?so serious.

The movements of Yinmei's hands paused, and the corners of his lips twitched. He just said that it had an effect, "No, but if you use it for a long time, your temper will get worse and worse, and you can't control it."

"understood."

Temper becomes very bad and out of control?

………………

"Godfather," Hui walked into the study, "Miss Shenmu is here."

César's hand, which was approving the documents, stopped, and the green eyes were full of storms. Three seconds later, "I'll go see her after approving these."

Hui felt a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Miss Shenmu is right outside the door."

César sneered and threw the pen in his hand, "Then why don't you invite her in?"

The tone is full of sarcasm.

"Yes." With a slight bow, Hui exited the door.

After a while, Shenmu walked in and she was the only one left, leaving the ashes outside.

She didn't even change her clothes, she just added a windbreaker to the casual and comfortable sweater, and her long hair was casually draped.

She stood quietly in front of him, but she hadn't seen him for a few days, and it felt like a year or two had passed.

César sat on the black leather chair behind the desk, looking at her indifferently with dark green eyes, his eyes fell on her, "Second Miss is really a rare visitor."

Rare visitor?Where is she?

"I'll take Uncle Han Li back," Shenmu said lightly, "Give him to me, please."

César stared at her, and said with a cold smile, "You are really more and more like Yemen."

An invulnerable appearance, indifferent and arrogant, worthy of her identity as the princess of the Black Empire, heh.

"Thank you for the compliment." Without blinking her eyes, she repeated indifferently again, "Give me back my people."

César let out a low laugh from his throat, with a strong hint of ridicule, "I won't let it go, what can you do?"

This is his place, he really doesn't want to let him go, she thought, what can she do?

Shenmu stared at him, then frowned for a while and said, "Cesar, why are you keeping Uncle Han Li? If you make things difficult for me, you should change someone else."

She looked like he was looking for trouble for her, and she didn't care about it, as long as he didn't make things difficult for Han Li.

Ha ha.

The fire in his chest was easily ignited. He picked up a bunch of documents that he had just signed and unsigned, and sprinkled them on her with a wave of his hand. Accompanied by those fluttering papers, and his A sarcastic voice said, "Am I embarrassing you, or what do you want? How did An Mo offend you? You killed her enough times, even her legs?"

The cold questioning voice pierced her heart like a sharp sword. Standing in front of him, Shenmu's whole body was extremely stiff.

Whether it was her heart hurting or her body hurting, she couldn't tell at all.

Frowning, the quiet voice was very slow, like gurgling water, without ups and downs, "Her legs have nothing to do with me, I haven't done anything."

Her skin is very white, but it is so white that it has no blood color, as if it is transparent.

Repeated again, "Ceizer, I said, give me back my people."

She was full of quiet breath, except for the slight frown to show her displeasure, she had no other emotions.

César felt that her appearance was an eyesore, an incomparable eyesore, and he didn't like women with a cold personality at all.

"Heal An Mo's leg, and I will let him go naturally."

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