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

Mo Bai frowned, and looked at him with a complicated expression, "You already know."

"Well," he still just replied lightly, and then repeated his purpose of coming here, "I don't believe that the person inside is her."

Mo Bai closed his eyes, "I've already sent someone to do a DNA test, César, that's enough, let Mumu be clean."

Without testing it, how could she easily judge that it was Mumu.

César remained calm, "It was tested by you, I don't believe you."

"I know you resent that we didn't tell you about Mumu," Mo Bai opened his eyes and glanced at him, "but César, Mumu refuses to let you know, how can we tell you? I know you are now It's unacceptable, but facts are facts and you just have to accept it."

The crueler the truth, the more you have to accept it. If you refuse to accept it now, maybe you will never admit it for the rest of your life.

Mo Bai knew this very well.

"Okay," César said calmly, "I will accept it after I finish the inspection."

Mo Bai frowned, she had been extremely exhausted these two days, everything was on her shoulders, her sadness was no less than anyone else's, and she was also very tired.

There is a dull pain in the head, "Cesar, although Mumu grew up in England, her parents are Chinese, you should know that in China, it is very important to burrow into the ground, and it is impolite and disrespectful to move the corpse after death. "

"I'm her husband, and I have the right to do this." Without even looking at Mo Bai, he stated a fact calmly.

He took out his mobile phone with his hand, and dialed the number calmly, his deep voice was so hoarse that it didn't look like his voice, "Well, send me someone."

"Cesar!" Mo Bai raised her voice, she knew that this man was in pain at the moment, so she kept her temper under control, but it didn't mean that he could act recklessly.

César completely ignored her anger, and still said calmly, "Mobai, strictly speaking, you can only be regarded as her cousin, and I am her husband. In terms of relatives and distances, I am more qualified than you to decide who to marry." How to do it."

The mafia people appeared very quickly, five or six men in black suits appeared in the mourning hall in less than a minute.

People from Rome and Yemen naturally have people from the mafia in London, not to mention that it is still a special period, and the person who died now is the mistress of the mafia.

"So, if I find out that the person inside is really her, I will also take her back to Rome. She is already married to me, so she is mine, and her home is there."

Mo Bai looked at this extremely calm looking man, and was speechless for a moment.

César turned his head and whispered to the subordinates standing behind him, "Two people clear this place."

"This is Yemen," Mo Bai couldn't hold back in the end, she took a deep breath, "Cesar, have you considered your feelings as a parent? Let me say it again, I have experienced it, if that Not Mumu, will I ask someone to hold a funeral?"

César curled his lips and smiled indifferently, "Have any of you considered my feelings? If you think I shouldn't know, I don't know anything. If you think I should be responsible for her, I should marry her. Now you Do you think I should believe that the person inside is her and I should obediently bury her?"

"Mobai, if her life needs to be exchanged for mine, I won't even blink." He remembered something, squinted his eyes and smiled again, "Oh, I forgot, do you think she loves me?" Will allow her to do this, then let me tell you, even if she forbids me to trade my life for hers, you shouldn't make me know nothing like a fool!"

Mo Bai realized that she didn't even have the strength to think about who told him all this.

César quietly looked at the photo, which was printed with the familiar and unfamiliar smiling face of his favorite woman, "To put it bluntly, unless she reappears in front of me now, I don't care what you think."

In the short time of talking, the mafia had already driven away everyone else in the mourning hall, except for a few people from Yemen, and Wen Luo, but it happened that Su Yan was not here.

"Godfather," a man in a black suit stepped forward to report respectfully, "I have followed your order, and the guests have cleared the place."

Wen Luo also came over at this time, she glanced at César's indifferent expression, and asked with some anxiety, "Sister Mobai, what happened?"

César looked at the dark coffin with cold eyes. If he remembered correctly, someone told him that her building exploded at that time, and the amount of the bomb was controlled just right, not too much, not too much. At least, the building was blown into ruins, but it did not endanger even the other buildings closest to the Cold War.

"Do it." The cold words seemed to come from the throat.

Mobai's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and she glanced at the men who were about to step up behind César, and said coldly, "Who dares to try! Believe it or not, I will be crippled if you dare to move your hand!" Which hand?"

She glanced at César again, "Let me remind you again, this is Yemen, and people who are not yet your turn can do whatever they want here."

"Okay." César didn't mean to confront her at all, but said lightly, "I won't do anything here, I'll take her back to Rome."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head slightly, "If you don't do anything, you all want to get out, don't you?"

"Yes." With this sound, his subordinates did not dare to delay any longer, they would be afraid of Mo Bai's threat, but César's order was even more irresistible.

To some extent, the underworld and the military are the same, the so-called military orders are like mountains.

Mobai's face turned completely cold, she didn't want to make trouble in this kind of place, but César was obviously...

Pursing her lips, she was about to move her hands when a cold voice came from the door.

"What do you want to do?"

Xia Jin appeared at the door in a black dress, her eyes swept over them coldly, "If you want to make trouble, get the hell out of here!"

Xia Jin walked over straight, and didn't stop until she reached the front of Mo Bai and César. She glanced expressionlessly at the men who were about to make a move, and sneered mockingly, "Cesis Er, what are you trying to do?"

César raised his head. In front of Xia Jin, he was a little more polite and less aggressive, but his tone was still very calm, "Mom, I want to take Mumu back."

************* No message, no enthusiasm, why did you abandon me?

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