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

An Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Gong Shen admired this woman, she had never understood it before.To be honest, in her heart, to some extent, she is not completely fearless.

Because of her status in Yemen, and because Cesare is holding her in his hands now.

If she wanted to do something to her, she didn't even have the space to protect herself, but she always thought that Gong Shenmu wouldn't attack her in front of everyone.

But that's what she did, without any scruples.

"I thought I'd told you everything you wanted from me, and I couldn't do anything else about you."

Shenmu held a cup of tea in her hand, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing. She said lightly, "An Mo, you are undoubtedly smart if you can climb to the position next to the godfather of the mafia. Not great, but better than my sister's."

She raised her eyes and looked at her quietly, "Just because I have the patience to talk to you well, doesn't mean she has it. If it falls into her hands, she will directly make holes in your body, understand?"

"In that case, why didn't you just hand me over to her?" An Mo asked calmly, raising her eyebrows.

"Because I'm a good sister. Mo Bai is going to take over the mafia business recently, so she is very busy. These trivial things will delay her time, so I will do it for her."

An Mo's expression suddenly changed, she stared at Shenmu coldly, "What do you mean Mo Bai wants to take over the Mafia?" What does she mean? "Does she want to seize power?"

Shenmu laughed, "Seize the power?" She smiled mockingly, "This position was originally given to César, so even if she really wanted to get it back, would it be strange?"

What's more, Mo Bai really doesn't have much interest in such labor-intensive things. Even if she doesn't do anything now, she still has endless money to spend, and no one dares to show her face.

There is no need to take over the position of the godfather of the mafia, what she wants to do, just say it, and César can only do it.

However, An Mo's way of thinking is also in line with the thinking of a wealthy family like the Dongfang family.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, "He wants to accompany me, so leave the Mafia affairs to Mo Bai, and there will be no internal power grab as you imagined."

When An Mo heard this, she didn't know whether she was relieved or her face became more ugly.

"Are you showing off?" Her eyes were almost piercing as she stared at Shenmu's face.

"If you have to think so." She returned her with César's words today.

To show off, she hoped that she would really have the mood to show off, but unfortunately, she really didn't have such a leisurely mood.

"I don't believe it. You don't know anything about Yin Mei. Otherwise, you wouldn't trust him so much and even cooperate with him." Shenmu's eyes fell on her, as if she didn't.

An Mo's face changed slightly again, but there was a sneer on his face, "Yes, you are right, but he is my brother no matter what, blood is thicker than water, I just think that even if he doesn't help me, he won't help me." Harm me, can't you do that?"

"Heh~" Shenmu laughed softly, "If he was an ordinary brother, I would believe it, but he never showed up after your grandfather died, so it can be seen that he really has no feelings for you."

She lowered her head and took a sip of her tea. There was a smile on her face, but there was no warmth. "An Mo, since you are smart, don't waste my time. You know very well that I have a bad temper recently, huh?"

"If I don't tell you, you still plan to torture me?"

"Do you think I can't, or dare not?" Shenmu glanced at her lightly, "I just don't like bloody scenes, but that doesn't mean I will."

After talking about this round, she slowly stood up from the chair, walked out slowly and gracefully, "If you want to try, I don't mind."

An Mo stood behind her without saying a word.

One of the bodyguards standing beside her followed her out. After thinking about it, he said hesitantly, "Second Miss, if we really hurt her, she might have a reason to pretend to be pitiful in front of the godfather."

Shenmu walked to the end of the corridor. Her subordinates understood what she meant by walking out, and An Mo naturally understood as well.

However, even her subordinates could see An Mo's thoughts...

She looked at the scenery outside the window. There was a window deep in the corridor, but it was used for ventilation. Both the material and the lock were the most sophisticated design, and they would basically not be opened.

Looking at the lush bushes, she smiled faintly, "So what?"

She does what she has to do, and she doesn't care about anything else.

After standing in front of the window for about 10 minutes, she lowered her head and glanced at the watch on her wrist, "It's almost there, go back and have a look."

The man who had been silent behind her said yes respectfully and followed behind her.

The usual method in the interrogation hall, An Mo was tied to the cross by iron chains, old but effective.

However, within 10 minutes, the clean clothes on her body were already stained with blood, there were blood stains on the corners of her lips that had not been wiped off, and her hair was even more messy.

Seeing Shenmu approaching, those eyes were immediately filled with even colder resentment.

Shenmu only glanced at her, then returned to the chair, a big black leather chair, and her white and slender figure sat on it, bringing out a visual impact even more.

A warm smile flashed across his lips, "This is all my people, no one will inform you, understand? Even if I accidentally kill you today, your brother, or César... will not What about me? Miss Dongfang, when will you be able to see reality clearly?"

To put it bluntly, the matter of Yin Mei has nothing to do with her. The man's secret is not worth letting her play these rather death than surrender gestures.

It was nothing more than a gamble, waiting to be hurt, or more precisely, waiting for her to hurt her, so that she would have another chance to appear in front of César.

If it goes well, you can win some sympathy, and then foil her viciousness.

Really pretty good psychology.

An Mo pursed her lips and looked at her motionless, with that gentle and understated face.

"Since you are so confident, let's take a gamble." Her voice was hoarse because of the pain, "If he won't ignore me, then you put away your power and we compete fairly?"

fair play?Shenmu chewed on these four words and made a mocking smile. What is she competing for?She has no interest in competing with this man.

"To be honest, in the past, I always wanted to give him to you," she raised her eyes with a casual smile, "but now, I think he is more pleasing to me than being with you."

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