MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 102 Little Uncle X Dirty Girl (11)

Late at night, the Lin family was brightly lit.

The maid got up early in the morning to clean up the house. The fragments of the living room were full of movements. The movements were gentle and they only made a slight sound, for fear of waking the people upstairs.

Last night, there was no noise, it was all the sound of ping-pong ping-pong smashing things, and it didn't stop until the middle of the night. Almost all the furnishings and appliances in this living room are useless.

The maid shook her head and bent down to pick up the debris and put it in the trash.

Suddenly I heard the footsteps on the stairs and looked up. Lin Siyin was wearing a cashmere sweater and casual pants, with a lazy look and a sluggish look. The servant hurled the corner of his mouth, and was polite: "Breakfast is ready Do you want to eat now? "

Lins glanced up at the living room. If outsiders came in and saw it, I was afraid that he had stolen everything last night at home. He rubbed his forehead, yawned, his eyelashes were drooping, and when he raised his eyes again, he had become the same as usual, and the corners of his eyebrows were idle.

He said, "Don't buy anything, just do it."

The maid was a little surprised, and looked at the living room again. Now there is not even a TV, and the floor lamps are broken. Except for the leather on the sofa, the others are somewhat bumpy.

In the case of an individual in this house, it would be too ugly. The maid asked again and got the same answer.

Lin Siyin's hand bones are clear and slender, but the texture of his palms is chaotic. From the parents of the Xiao Lin family, he said that he was worried about life, but when he grew up, he was happy.

So every time I tease, the palmprint disorder is probably because his life is only known by God, and it cannot be seen from the palmprint.

Squeezed his brows.

Look at the debris on the ground, if not afraid that there is no place to step, it is best not to clean up these. Throwing things is for venting. After watching the items destroyed, I can relax in my heart.

If they are restored to their original state, I am afraid they will be even more uncomfortable.

Breakfast was only eaten by Lin Siyin. Others did not come out in the room. Lin Siyin stayed at home for a day like this, without knocking on the door to persuade them.

In the evening, he went to the kitchen to make a meal, rolled up his cuffs, grabbed a crab and washed it. The water sizzled, washing away the struggling crabs.

The meal was extremely hearty.

When it was time for dinner, everyone who hadn't come downstairs to the living room all day. Lin Siyin had already prepared the meals. He sat on the sofa and changed into clean clothes. After hearing the movement, he looked up.

Lin's parents' eyes were red and swollen, the wrinkles on their faces became deeper, and the sadness between their brows was depressed. Lin Siyin pulled the chair open and let them sit down. Brother Lin and his wife came down, their expressions were not very good, their eyes were straight.

Using chopsticks to eat, some are unknowing.

Brother Lin pursed his lips and clipped chopsticks to his wife. She only ate one green leaf and ate it for a long time. Lin Dazhen looked down, his eyelashes fluttered, his emotions suddenly agitated, he put his chopsticks down and stared at him.

The corners of her eyes were red, and her voice was accompanied by a crying nasal voice: "What to eat, my son doesn't know if he is hungry."

He got up and left, and Brother Lin reached out to pull her. Brother Lin slaps him in a slap. Brother Lin didn't say anything. She responded, and her eyes eased: "Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable, go back to the room first."

Lins looked at the family sitting at the table.

It's quite normal, I understand his approach, but I can't understand it.

After brushing the bowl, he lay down on the bed, he didn't want to move for a long time, and he was very tired. But her mind was sober, she touched her cell phone, and assigned Cen Simiao's cell phone number.

Your fingertip rubs on the dial button.

After a while, lock the phone.

He yawned and went to sleep.

In the company, Cen Simiao inevitably met with Lin Si, and she politely greeted her, without even being indifferent, just as the two were unfamiliar.

Lin Si responded casually, and could not see any response. After Cen Simiao walked over, she looked at her back, her skirt wrapped around her body, and the curve was especially tempting.

He narrowed his eyes.

Footsteps moved, did not catch up, it was clear that she should come to coax, why should he want to catch up. He's not that cheap yet.

Cen Smiao has been astonished recently. She doesn't want anything except the design draft. The Meng family has a lot of things, which is too annoying. She touched her cell phone and frowned, Lin Siyin still didn't contact her.

It started to coax and it didn't work.

When she was off work, she waited for a while downstairs in the company, hiding beside her, and seeing Lins lead out, holding a cup of coffee and gritting her teeth.

Going tentatively, she intended to be subdued. Lins accidentally saw her, getting closer and closer, and he raised his eyebrows and stood still.

Cen Simiao's eyelashes fluttered, her lips twitched with a smile, her heels buckled on the ground to make a sound, all sounded good.

They were only five steps away.

Lin Si drooped his head, touched his cuffs, rubbed his fingertips, and slightly stubble on his chin, adding a wildness to this abstinent suit.

He squinted his eyes. When Cen Simiao was about to go to him, Lin Siyin suddenly stepped forward without looking at her. Cen Simiao wiped her lips, the two passed by, and he went to drive the door.

Lin Si raised his eyebrows slightly, involuntarily glanced behind him, his body was a bit stiff, he sat in the driver's seat without looking at Cen Simiao, when he started the engine, he looked up.

Breathing momentarily.

Cen Simao turned his back to him, chatting happily with a man. She seemed to be incapable of hearing what the man said, and bent her lips, and put her ears together.

The man bent slightly, his eyes showed interest, and he took the cup of coffee Cen Simiao had just held.

The whistle sounds deafening.

Cen Simiao couldn't even hear what he said, and the two were getting closer.

Isn't it just who does it?

The next day Lin Siyin appeared in the company hallway again. When Cen Simiao passed by, he looked up, but received no response at all.

He felt the cigarette, walked in his mouth and walked to the smoking area, lowered his neck, and a serious suit, which was damaged by the suffocation in his eyebrows and lit the cigarette.

Took a sip.

Boring.

In the afternoon, Cen Simiao was drawing a manuscript. Suddenly she heard the door ring. She frowned and asked, "Who?"

There was silence for a long while, without a word.

Her voice became tense: "Who is outside?"

"I." Shen Shen answered.

Cen Simiao relieved.

The door opened, Lins walked in with her head down, and passed Cen Simiao, her nose was full of tobacco. As soon as he came in, he was on the chair, lethargic, and didn't talk for a long time.

Cen Simiao ignored him and continued to work with a pen.

A short while ago, Lins looked up, his eyes were deep, and he was very focused. The light was shining on him through the glass window. The gloom hidden these days slowly revealed.

His jaw tightened.

Cen Simao suddenly looked up, just hit his gaze. She lowered her pen, shattered her hair around her fingertips, and pinned it behind her ears, exposing the earlobe that he had contained many times.

Red lips moved slightly: "What's the matter?"

Lin Si stared at her. There was no response. Cen Simiao didn't move. He just sat there. The gloom in his eyebrows dissipated a little. Before he had time to change into a devious look, the whole man looked particularly soft. .

He smiled down: "What can I do is just to remind you, pay attention to safety, don't come up with anyone, and trouble the company."

Cen Simao frowned, agreeing extremely sharply: "OK."

He stood up.

For the past few days, Cen Simiao saw Lin Si cited more and more times, almost seven or eight times a day. But every time he did not have the slightest reconciliation, Cen Simiao tried to talk, he played Aojiao particularly well.

The Meng family also has a lot of things lately. Meng Lin is at home every day because of Lin Ge. Either the food is not satisfactory or the room is not cleaned.

There was a piece of clothes on Meng Lin's bed. He Yan went into the room to clean it. After seeing it, he hung it in the closet. As a result, Meng Lin came back and raised her nose and eyes.

He Yan stood at the door of her room, wearing an apron around her waist, listening to Meng Lin's accusations. His hands were particularly rough. He was washing dishes just now. Hearing that Meng Lin called her anxiously, she washed her hands in a hurry, and came over before she could wipe them.

She lowered her head and wiped her hands while holding the apron.

Meng Lin said with a cry, and her eyes were red: "You just saw that I wasn't in Meng's house since I was a child, so I wasn't close to you, and I was trying to make me feel bad."

He Yan frowned, and the host was dissatisfied with his work. Of course, it was okay to say a few words, but it was not possible to buckle a hat.

She lifted her eyes: "I have been working in the Meng family for a long time. Although I take care of this place like my own family, I am an outsider after all. I should not be involved in the family affairs of Meng family. I have something in mind."

Meng Lin didn't expect that she would reply, her expression on her face was stunned, and she hurriedly walked over, snapping hard, but He Yan's expression was still flat, and if she said nothing, she went to work first.

Ignoring Meng Lin's response, she went downstairs.

Meng Lin was stiff.

The next morning, I went to toss Meng's parents and wept constantly. She didn't sleep all night, her eyes were dark and black, and she was crying and very sad, and her face was particularly ugly.

She had loose hair, wearing pajamas, a suspender skirt, and no long sleeves outside, sitting on the sofa wiping her tears with a tissue and choking several times.

Father Meng was sitting next to her, her brows froze, she said nothing. Meng Lin picked up his arm very naturally, and the whiteness on her chest was exposed. She complained in her mouth, "Can you let He Zuo go?"

Father Meng glanced at her, and Meng Lin's eyes were red and swollen, covered with mist, looking pitiful.

He opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, he heard his wife say, "Lin Lin, you're not happy. Don't go to He Yan's trouble. She's been in this family for more than ten years, and I'm clear about her personality."

Meng Lin froze and cried even more.

She buried her head in Meng's arms and kept pumping.

The wife sighed, and suddenly Cen Simiao's door rang. She came down the stairs and glanced at the living room, some of whom didn't understand the situation.

The wife frowned, and she stretched her hands to gather her hair, raised her chin slightly, and showed her arrogance, and glanced at Cen Simiao with a cold look: "Why did you get up at this moment?"

Cen Simiao's neck is slender, her skin tone is extremely fair, and her eyebrows look a little bit like rhyme. If it isn't Meng Lin is more like her, she really suspects that she is really wrong.

Cen Simiao casually found a reason to cope with the past, and went out with a bag.

Then Meng Lin suddenly remembered going to the company, crying without any thought, wiped her tears with a tissue, loosened her arm holding Meng's father, and hurried upstairs to change clothes.

Father Meng looked at her back, coughed slightly, changed her sitting position, her legs crossed.

The wife had her eyes open, and her face was ugly. She knew that Meng Lin's temperament became more and more spoiled, but she was particularly annoyed by Cen Simao, and the more Meng Lin did not fight, the more she would see Cen Simao.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Father Meng's face slumped, and the fire in his heart suddenly came up.

"How can you be a father? Your daughter has gone through such a big deal and doesn't even care about it. She doesn't use her temper now because she doesn't usually care enough for her."

Father Meng frowned, without refuting, and the wife went out with a purse, not wanting to look at him with a cold face. After a while, Father Meng went upstairs to knock on Meng Lin's door.

Meng Lin was late for the company. She only arrived at nine o'clock in the morning. Cen Simiao was pouring water in the rest room. She saw her come in and looked up. She stepped on the heels and unscrewed the door handle, and went in silently.

Cen Simiao looked down at the phone.

When I went back at night, my wife hadn't come back. At dinner, only Meng Jun and Cen Simiao were sitting at the table. Meng's father was still in the room. Meng Lin came back from work to join Meng Jun, but he didn't know what was going on, especially indifferent.

She frowned, leaving her bag on the sofa, and ran to find Meng's father.

At this moment the two did not know what they were doing.

He Yan brought dishes to the table and finally sat down to eat together. This is a very tacit agreement. As long as there are not many people eating at the table this day, He Zuo sat down to eat together, and even Cen Simiao, who was not the Meng family, followed him.

Meng Jun was big when she saw it from a young age, and He Xun was never restrained before him.

She clipped chopsticks, looked at the empty living room, and sighed, "When people are young, it is okay to care about their homes, but now the children are so old, they quarrel.

Meng Jun's brow looked cold, as if he hadn't heard it.

He bowed his head to eat, and Cen Simiao glanced at him, always feeling that he was particularly wrong.

In the middle of the night, Cen Simiao suddenly woke up, feeling thirsty, the air conditioner was particularly dry, and her nose was a little uncomfortable. She got up and turned off the air conditioner. She took the water glass to the living room and was about to receive water. She looked up at the door upstairs.

Turn off the lights.

Lowering my head and pressing the water dispenser switch, I suddenly noticed that the kitchen door was not closed properly, and there was light shining through the door. Cen Simao frowned, her steps lightened, and got closer.

The darkest light was on, and the only thing I could see was the sink facing the door. Suddenly the water tap was opened with one hand, and the pork belly was carefully cleaned.

The joints are clear and somewhat thin, and the fingers are extremely dexterous.

Move carefully and seriously.

Suddenly the man bent down slightly, exposing his chin, Cen Simiao narrowed his eyes, his breathing was aggravated and his body was tight. The pork belly was cleaned, put it on the chopping board, picked up the knife, and cut it slowly.

Late at night, a little noise was especially noticeable in the room.

The cuts are thin and even, and the sound of the kitchen knife falling on the chopping board is very regular.

A total of two pieces of meat, Cen Simiao listened to the sound, and unconsciously counted in his heart, each piece of meat cut into pieces, the number is the same.

She squeezed her lips tightly, and the man put down the knife, bent down to remove the drawer, exposed his face, and suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold, scaring Cen Simiao.

Meng Jun put down his hand and glanced at Cen Simao, then looked away and washed his hands in front of the faucet. He said, "Come in."

The sound was low, covered by the sound of the water for seven or eight minutes.

Cen Simao didn't hear her, her footsteps didn't move.

He frowned, glanced at Cen Simiao again, closed the faucet, and the sound of the water flow stopped, especially quietly. Say it again: "Come in."

After a while, the pan was filled with oil, the range hood was turned on, and a dish was added to the table.

The fried pork with green pepper looks good, and it smells good.

This dish is a bit greasy to eat in the middle of the night. It is served with rice at noon, but Meng Jun eats it with interest. When he was cooking, the sleeves he had pulled up had not been lowered. He took chopsticks in his hand, took a big mouthful of food, and took another bite.

I just took it out of the refrigerator and it was a bit cold.

Cen Simiao was sitting opposite him, with a pair of chopsticks and a **** in front of him.

He looked up: "Why not eat?"

Cen Simiao shook her head: "I'm not hungry."

Meng Jun glanced at her, and smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes, with a little sarcasm: "I thought you would be tired, I used to make this dish for you when I was young."

She was a little surprised that these things were not in the memory of the system.

The system shouted injustice: "This world depends on how you play, and what scenarios might be triggered. What I give you is only the basic settings."

The next morning, the wife came back from the outside. Sure enough, after entering the room, she had an argument with Meng's father. Meng Lin yawned out of the bedroom, glanced, and went downstairs.

Meng Jun is sitting there for breakfast.

She raised a smile and greeted, "Brother, morning."

Meng Jun took a sip of milk and was swallowing without a response. She didn't care, and sat down to eat together. The jam on the bread was on Meng Jun's side. She said, "You help me put the jam on."

Meng Jun glanced at her, took the jam jar in her hand, and handed it to her. Meng Lin was unwilling, did not answer, and said softly, "You help me wipe it."

He retracted his arms, and Meng Lin bent her eyes with satisfaction, but heard a crisp voice, and the jam jar was dropped on the ground by him, and it was broken to pieces.

She froze.

The upstairs was still noisy. He didn't notice these sounds at all. Meng Jun looked up and looked at Meng Lin again. Her face was ugly, her eyes were a little overwhelmed, and he didn't understand his meaning.

"brother."

Meng Jun's eyes were deep: "How did I tell you before, as long as you don't go to toss in front of your parents, I will leave you alone."

The sun is just right outside, but the wind is extremely cold, and it makes people cringe.

Cen Simiao parked the car and raised his eyes to see Lin Siyin standing in front of the company building. He hurried forward, seeming to be in a hurry, and frowned. Open the door and sit up. As soon as the car key is turned, the car is gone.

The speed is particularly fast.

She was wondering.

By the afternoon, Lin Siyin had not yet come to the company and heard the assistant talking to others. Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead, and suddenly the ringtone of her cell phone rang, but she only sounded one time and thought it was selling.

I was sketching with a pen in my hand, so I didn't go to see it.

When she was ready to go to work, she packed her things, picked up her purse, picked up her phone from the table, and unlocked it with a glance.

Call reminder, Lins cited.

She frowned, and as she walked out, she looked down at her mobile phone number. Hesitated for a while, or dialed in the past.

No one answered there.

She called again, this time it rang for five seconds, and hung up there.

Cen Simiao frowned, and her temper came up. She put her mobile phone in her bag and turned to the supermarket next to the company to buy something to eat.

Lin Siyin's office window opened, a ring of smoke drifted from the window, his fingertips smogging, and exerted a little force.

After shopping in the supermarket for a long time, Cen Simiao bought a lot of snacks, and the queue was particularly long at the checkout. She was very patient and played her mobile phone with her head down.

When she was out of the supermarket, she was carrying a large bag of things. She narrowed her eyes and felt better. Suddenly I heard someone calling her behind, nodded, and turned to look at it.

Did not recognize it.

The man was tall, wearing a pair of glasses, wearing a high-necked cashmere sweater, Sven Wen, with his lips bent: "It's me, thank you for the coffee that day."

Cen Simiao had some impressions.

The two talked and walked out. He was very enthusiastic. He wanted contact information last time and was rejected. However, he did not expect to meet again this time. He bent his eyes and tried to make Cen Simiao happy.

Cen Simiao laughed very perfunctoryly, but she had a natural charm in her eyebrows. Even if she didn't laugh, she would have been watching for a long time, and she would be mistaken for her suggestion.

Not to mention laughing now.

The man was even happier, as if he opened the box, Cen Simiao regretted that he didn't drive the car to the supermarket door and had to drive downstairs again.

Cen Simiao slowed her pace, smiled politely, and did not speak.

Suddenly I heard the sound behind, especially loud.

Turning his head and looking, there is no abnormality.

She frowned, and continued to walk forward. There was a corner before the company building and the supermarket. Inside was a small alley. If you went further, it was another commercial street.

But this alley was dim, no street lights, and no one passed by at night.

She stepped forward, the man next to him spoke quietly, and Cen Simiao casually responded a few times, suddenly her arm was heavy, her whole body leaned into the dark alley.

Just before shouting, a strong smell of tobacco and a hint of wine drifted on the tip of the nose.