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

"I see." César lowered his eyes and said lightly, then he had no other words.

Hui Hui glanced at the quiet and empty living room, checked his face carefully and asked, "Godfather, do you need a few servants to take care of your daily life?"

He didn't understand what this man was thinking. He probably never lived alone for such a long time in his life. Since he was born, since when was he not surrounded by servants and bodyguards?

César raised his eyes and glanced at him, then said calmly, "You think I'm disabled and can't take care of myself?"

Hui rubbed his nose, bitterly speechless, he knew he didn't mean it.

His heart moved, and he looked at César's expressionless face in embarrassment, "Godfather, do you plan to live alone like this for the rest of your life?"

He always thought, everyone thought, that this was only temporary, like he was only living here temporarily, he just needed time to settle, time could heal everything, sooner or later he would slowly let go of the previous things.

But what if he can't let go?

He lost his temper before, but now there is only a peaceful silence, no one has mentioned his wife in front of him, and he has not taken the initiative to mention it to anyone.

Hui suddenly felt a little terrified. Could it be that he had really made up his mind to live like this for the rest of his life?

César didn't even move his eyes, his demeanor was cold and calm, "You followed me home to talk nonsense?"

Hui knew that he was already impatient, and there was no other way, even if he really thought so, no one would be able to persuade him.

"I won't talk nonsense," he moved his lips helplessly. In fact, he came here because he really wanted to see the godfather's life recently. "Qinghui and I will investigate the matter of Yinmei."

"En." César nodded, Hui sighed slightly in his heart, and then walked out.

He was the only one left in the living room again, and the quiet air was sometimes suffocating, but it didn't matter, he was used to it.

He is used to this kind of life, because it will be like this in the future, and to him, there is nothing wrong with it.

César lit a cigarette on the sofa and smoked slowly. He had no addiction to cigarettes before and rarely smoked. Now he would light a cigarette almost whenever he was free.

Putting out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, he looked at the grass outside the French windows. The swing above was empty. There was nothing to do yesterday, so he happened to come back early. He thought that today... he could see her too.

Suddenly, I thought angrily, could it be because the ashes were here just now?Mumu never liked to meet outsiders, she would only show up when he was alone.

Why did he just remind you of it now, let Hui talk nonsense, without the main point, and scare his Mumu away.

Shenmu came out of the shower and opened the curtains just in time to see Ash leaving.

She pursed her lips, is he back yet?

While wiping her hair, she thought silently, this feeling is really weird, she is hiding upstairs, and he is downstairs, does this count as living under the same roof?

But this model is really weird.

César’s life is step-by-step, and he goes to the kitchen to prepare dinner for two. He is very proficient in doing these now. The meals he made at the beginning are already very good. Now his cooking skills are comparable to that of a chef. .

But to him, whether it was delicious or not, there was almost no difference. When he tasted the food in his mouth, even the taste was very bland.

After eating, he stayed in the study for several hours. The computer remotely processed the things that he hadn't dealt with during the day. He did everything in an orderly manner, indifferent and calm, as if nothing could disturb the dead silence in his heart.

Yes, it is dead silence, without waves, and there will be no more waves.

Except when I see her.

César raised his head to look at the sofa for the nth time. She didn't show up tonight, and his eyes became increasingly dim. Last night, he could touch, kiss, hear her voice, and even spend a crazy night with him .

He thought she could hug her in the future, why hasn't she even shown up today?

He arranged all the study rooms here to be exactly the same as those in the castle, and even replaced all the sofas, desks, bookshelves, and computer floors to be exactly the same.

She would show up sometimes and just sit on the couch like she never left.

Finally, when the hour hand pointed to ten o'clock, he turned off the computer indifferently, got up, walked out of the study, and returned to the bedroom.

More than half of the mafia affairs were handed over to Mo Bai. His work efficiency soared without distractions, so there were basically no extra things for him to deal with during the day.

Opening the closet, he stretched out his hand to take out a piece of clothing, but his expressionless face suddenly frowned, and his hands stopped in the air.

His jaw was clenched, his eyes were a little confused, his memory was wrong?

The wardrobe he opened was full of shirts, arranged neatly from left to right according to color, and the leftmost one was white. He remembered that there were... three pieces in total.

I glanced over and frowned even tighter. The one on the far right is black. Why are there only six pieces left?He wears black the most, so this color is also the most.

His hand hangs down, a string in his heart is plucked, he stares blankly at the row of clean shirts in the closet, has his paranoia finally affected his nerves?

What went wrong?Is he misremembering the number of clothes?No, his memory will not be so low-end, let alone remember the clothes in the middle wrongly, one left one right one black one white he should not remember wrongly.

After taking out a piece of clothes, he suddenly remembered that he was going to take a shower, why did he take out the clothes he was going to wear tomorrow?He closed the cabinet door in frustration, opened the other one and took out a bathrobe, his handsome face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

Everyone thought he was delusional, but he always thought it was nothing, because apart from being able to see Mumu, he had no problems at all.

But if his memory is really confused and his brain function declines, damn it, his father will definitely send him to a lunatic asylum!

After taking a fighting shower, he lay down on the bed without even wiping off the water, and he didn't care if his hair was not wiped, and there were still drops of water on his body.

Dreaming tonight, will she still appear?

At this point, is she even unwilling to show up?Then yesterday, what is it?

*************Ah, by the way, you can treat it as a cat-and-mouse game these days, I don’t want to abuse you, huh huh

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