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

Couldn't sleep, his mind was sober, he didn't feel sleepy at all, he lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, his mind was full of how she was so charming under him last night that he could drip water.

Is the hallucination too real?It was so real that he couldn't tell the difference between imagination and memory.

Time passed like this, day after day, and three days passed like this. She only observed Cesare's work and rest habits for one day, mainly because he lived like this every day, with little change.

During the day, someone came to clean the manor, and she basically used it for sleeping. In the morning, one of the two breakfasts prepared by César would be left over for her to use as dinner. Before he came back, she woke up and used the ingredients in the refrigerator to cook her own dinner.

There were no toiletries in the guest room, so she had to use the ones in Cesare's bathroom anyway, and he prepared two, but one was untouched and brand new.

In this way, he lived in the manor for seven days.

Su Yan and Feng Jue have never looked for her, so she doesn't believe that if Feng Jue wanted to find someone, how could he not find him.

However, she stood behind the curtain and looked at the man standing beside the swing. The sun set and the sunlight stretched his figure very long, filling him with loneliness.

She didn't know, if she really just left like this...

Sometimes she would have this kind of crazy idea, it's actually not bad to live like this, crazy, when she wakes up, she will be startled suddenly.

She didn't know what to do with herself. If he knew that she was here and he knew what happened back then, he would desperately give her back his life.

She didn't want to see this ending.

However, she didn't want to see him living such a lonely life.

Even looking at the back is painful.

Hughes looked at the man standing under the big tree, shook his head silently, and then walked over quickly, with a very diligent tone, "Fuck, you finally dare to let your family see someone, I thought you were hiding in there a woman."

César didn't even look back, and said flatly, "If I really hid a woman, you would beat me up."

Hughes rubbed his nose in embarrassment, it seemed that it was true, anyway, Mumu had only left for four months, if he really found the next woman so quickly, he would definitely beat him up.

However, it's not the way to go on like this without finding a woman.

As a brother, he couldn't bear to really watch him die alone. He had always admired her...he couldn't bear it either.

"What do you want me for?" Hughes walked to his side and glanced at his indifferent and expressionless face.

César took a while to speak, his voice was hoarse and muffled, "I've been a little abnormal recently."

Hughes was taken aback, his first thought was bad, he knew too well what kind of temper this man had, if it was really abnormal, would he call him to a home where he couldn't see anyone?

What he said was not normal at all, I am afraid that the rhythm of the whole person is abnormal.

Tilting his head and looking him up and down, Hughes pondered, looking outside, except that he looked a little lonely, there was nothing unusual about him.

He said calmly, "What happened? Can you see Mumu?"

In fact, he knew very clearly in his heart that seeing Mumu was something he wished for, and he would never classify it as abnormal.

"A week ago," César turned his gaze to the swing, his dark green eyes were deep and passionate, "I saw her sitting on this swing, just like I had imagined countless times."

Hughes couldn't help but want to speak, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't help it. He was finally willing to speak, and it was very difficult to make him open his heart when he was interrupted.

"Then we did a game here." César continued to state expressionlessly.

Pfft, Hughes lost his composure for a moment, he was glad that he had neither eaten nor drank water now, otherwise he would have choked even if he didn't choke to death.

"Damn it" he couldn't help swearing, "Mumu is my sister anyway, can you pay attention to me?"

Let him see César and Mumu here... It's too evil, he can't imagine it.

César glanced at him, and said indifferently, "She is my woman and not yours. Doesn't it sound good for you to be with me?"

That Chi Guoguo's expression is clearly saying, I didn't cuckold you, you are so excited.

Hughes held back, and just yelled angrily, "That's you having erotic dreams!" After abstinence for too long, it's normal to have erotic dreams.

César didn't refute, of course he knew he was having erotic dreams.

He took out a cigarette from his body, lit the fire, puffed and smoked for a while, and then continued, "She was very enthusiastic, and then I carried her back to the bedroom..."

Huston felt a headache at the moment, did he tell him to come here to interpret his dream?He will not!

However, when his gaze caught on the swing by accident, he suddenly became evil, and the question in his mind blurted out, "Don't tell me you can just do it outside, or on this swing?"

César's unhurried gaze swept over, Huston immediately shut up.

There is nothing abnormal about being on the swing, this is his dream, and it must have come according to his inner desire. It is natural for men to like excitement, let alone a man like César.

"I haven't seen her since that day." He said in a hoarse voice, very depressed.

Hughes squinted at him, "Since when did you see her?"

So really sick.

"It's been a long time," he replied lightly, "It started when I was almost sick."

"..." Hughes was in a complicated mood, and he did not guess wrong. It was because of the relapse of his delusional disorder and he didn't want people to find out, so he drove everyone away.

César didn't care about his reaction, and said to himself, "I used to only see her, she couldn't speak, and she rarely smiled at me, but the feeling that day was so real, I even thought it was her. I was drunk myself."

Hughes squinted his eyes, and felt a chill creeping up his spine. The indecency on his face finally faded, and he became a little more serious, "Cesar, don't you think some impostor is Mumu?"

In his state, nothing is impossible.

"No." He rejected it without even thinking about it, "It's not her, I can recognize it."

She changed her outfit, but he touched it at the time, and it was his Mumu.

"What else is wrong?"

"I feel like someone is by my side." He frowned. "There are fewer clothes in the closet, less shower gel and shampoo in the bathroom, and the mineral water in the refrigerator is also drunk quickly. The taste of two people."

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