MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 116 Little wolf cub X lady (eight)

Cen Simiao has been staying in this world for the longest time, but it is not until this time that the mission really begins. The progress of the host's counterattack mission in her life is her most worrying thing.

Li Zhixiu has changed a lot over the years, his expression is getting more and more gloomy, and his anger is extremely great. And they kept trying to lead people to the house, all of them were sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, pretty in appearance, one better than the other.

At that time, when they first entered the house, they were arranged to live together in the backyard. They laughed extremely happily. They didn't care that Li Zhixian's roots didn't matter, and they were glad that they flew up to the branches. .

Sitting in the room every day, eagerly looking forward to Li Zhixiu, even if he knew that nothing could be done, but if he cheered him up, maybe he could be a pet.

And there was an idea in my heart that I didn't dare to say, so that Li Zhixiu would take Cen Simiao off and then straighten her up.

When the girls first entered the government, they heard a lot of news, including rumors that Cen Simiao was not seen by Li Zhixiu in the government.

Their minds suddenly began to come alive.

Cen Simiao sighed, except for taking care of the people in her own yard, I don't know the rest. But Rao couldn't do that. When she went to Li Zhixiu to deliver clothes, his eyes were somber and he grabbed the clothes and fell to the ground.

Cen Simiao raised a panic in her eyebrows, her lips clenched tightly, her expression grieving: "Master."

Li Zhixiu was dissatisfied with her attitude of staying out of the way, her jaw was tight, her face was a lot thinner, and she looked much more mean: "How do you as a lady, the people in the backyard are almost outrageous, you just sit and watch."

She was holding her handkerchief, her eyelashes were trembling, she was a little excited, she wanted to reach out and touch Li Zhixiu's arm. He noticed that she was stiff and waved her hand subconsciously, and Cen Simiao felt sad for a while, and her eyes became moist.

Li Zhixiu didn't overdo his head, his body was tight, his eyes narrowed, covering the complex emotions in his eyes, his lips pursed slightly, his coldness: "Get out."

Cen Simiao's tears flowed onto her cheeks, but she wanted to talk again, but Li Zhixiu gave him a glance. She paused and turned around.

Li Zhixiu turned away with a cold face, and did not look at her anymore, only to hear that the door was gently opened, a cold wind poured into the room, and he got into the collar, bringing a chill of bone.

Then closed it again.

There was no more movement in the room, and only Li Zhixiu was left. He stood still, motionless and stiff.

After a short while, Li Zhixiu looked up and looked at the door with pain in his eyes.

It's early winter now, and it's not too cold, but Cen Simiao's yard is planted with several trees and lush foliage. In summer, the yard is much cooler, but in winter, the yard looks very cold.

There was nothing warm in the room.

At this time, there was no charcoal burning in the house, but Cen Simiao couldn't stand the freezing, so she prepared her charcoal fire early to warm the room. She was used to it in her own room and came to Li Zhixiu here. Feeling extremely cold.

She returned to her place of residence. Yang Fuqing waited outside the door, her eyes darkened, staring at the front, and saw Cen Simiao, and let her in, quickly put a soup lady in her hand, and held her His hands are cold.

He frowned: "You have to send it by yourself, and you can't stand it because you can't stand it cold."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, her eyes fluttered, and her mouth slightly ticked. Yang Fuqing held her hand a bit stiff. She took out her hand and poured tea at the table. The white mist immediately blocked her vision.

Yang Fuqing turned around, rubbed his fingertips involuntarily a few times, and seemed to still feel the tenderness of Bai Nen. She was standing back to back, with a slender figure and a graceful attitude, and was drinking tea.

His eyes darkened. I heard Cen Simiao's tone with a hint of Jiaoyan: "You really have hard wings, you all control me."

She turned around, with a smile in her eyes, with a charming expression, and looked at him unabashedly: "It's really grown up."

Yang Fuqing was not uncomfortable. He stepped forward, approached Cen Simiao, took the tea cup from her, and filled it again.

Then he blew, put the tea cup on Cen Simiao's lips, his eyes were serious: "Drink slowly to warm up. I've asked the girl to serve **** soup."

Cen Simiao bent her eyes, drank a few heads, and Yang Fuqing just saw her Bai Nen's earlobe, staring at it, staring at him.

Suddenly she looked up, and her full red lips were moistened with tea. Yang Fuqing hadn't looked back, her expression frowned, Cen Simiao frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

He moved his eyes, lowered his eyelashes, and saw her half cup of tea: "It's all right."

Cen Simiao glanced at him, seeming to be a little puzzled. She didn't ask any more, took a few steps forward, and leaned on the couch, holding Tang Fuzi in her hand, only to feel particularly warm.

Yang Fuqing had lifted her eyes, staring at her every move, her eyes getting darker and lowering her head, and her lips remained on the edge of the cup. With your jaw tightened, grab the cup and drink the rest of the tea.

These days, Cen Simiao has been asking Li Zhixiu in front of Yang Fuqing, saying how much he cares about him, but he just doesn't want to look at her, and when he talks about it, his expression is especially painful.

Yang Fuqing pursed her lips and kept staring at her.

Cen Smiaoquan thought that Li Zhixiu had become her favorite man in her life, and her voice was choked when she was emotional.

Yang Fuqing's eyes were sombre and his fists were extremely tight.

After such a frustration, for a few days, he looked at Cen Simiao's eyes more and more wrongly, just as anxious to eat.

Cen Simiao is particularly satisfied with this progress.

Now she was leaning on the couch, and there was a soft and warm urn under her body, and there was snacks on the table next to it, which she could reach out, holding Tang Fuzi in her hand, especially comfortable.

Glancing at Yang Fuqing, his heart moved, and he called softly.

Yang Fuqing put down the book in her hand and came to Cen Simiao without taking two steps. She leaned on the couch. Even though she was wearing a cotton coat, the tailor's craftsmanship was excellent, and she cut it properly, revealing her waist.

He sat next to Cen Simiao, holding her hand quite naturally, and warming her back.

Cen Simao didn't refuse, she bent her eyes and lowered her head. The broken hair on her forehead dropped, Yang Fuqing reached out and pinned her behind her ear, touching her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally.

She didn't speak for a long time and kept her head down.

Yang Fuqing realized that it was not right, and frowned, "What happened? What happened? Listen to me."

Cen Simiao bit her lower lip and looked up at him, her expression extremely shy. Yang Fuqing looked for a moment, and for the first time, he saw Cen Simiao's gesture, his heart beats terribly.

The voice was more gentle: "Don't worry about anything, I'll block it for you."

She shook her head, especially embarrassed. She turned her head to the side, and seemed to have made a great deal of determination, her voice trembling a little: "Ye has never liked me. Think, I must be too much. But ... I don't know What men like. "

Speaking of which, his cheeks are already blushed and his body is a little trembling: "I'm only close to you, so I want to ask you ..."

She didn't finish talking, but her meaning was clearly revealed. Because Li Zhixiu left her for too long, she began to think, because she was too unassuming, and did not know what men liked, so she came to such a point.

I would like to ask Yang Fuqing what men love, and she does it.

Yang Fuqing's eyes were shocked. He clenched Cen Simiao's hand with great strength, his nails were a little white, Ceng Simiao was hurting so much, biting her lip, and wrinkling her face together. Yang Fuqing, however, seemed to be invisible.

Cen Simiao couldn't help but exclaimed, and the voice reached Yang Fuqing's ear. He froze for a moment, then returned to his hands, and released his hands instantly. His eyebrows were full of anger, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated.

His jaw tightened.

Cen Smiao rubbed her hands, the pain was particularly severe, her eyelashes fluttered, tears fell, and she looked up at Yang Fuqing. His eyes were dark and scary.

She choked, "You don't have to say it, it's because I'm faceless."

Yang Fuqing only felt that her chest was about to explode. Cen Simiao had always been an elder in front of him. Even if she sometimes inadvertently showed a coquettish expression, he knew very well that she had never treated him as an adult man.

Right now, because of Li Zhixiu, Cen Simiao was so willing to embarrass herself.

He could not wait for Li Zhixiu to live.

For the past few days, the two people had a tacit understanding and did not mention it again. But Cen Simiao's mood was getting lower and lower, and she always cried.

I also ran to Li Zhixiu more often. The weather was much colder than before. Every time she came back, her hands were cold. I could drink a few bowls of **** soup to slow down.

And her eyes were all red. She grabbed Yang Fuqing's hand and said, "Why doesn't he like me?"

Yang Fuqing froze, her eyes narrowed, and she felt the warmth on the back of her hands, her throat moved, she suddenly let go of her hands, don't look over her head, her mood was down: "Forget it, it's not too late, you go back and rest Right. "

Yang Fuqing still kept her arm in the same position as before, and looked down at her hand, and responded.

Sleepless all night.

Early the next morning, as soon as the horizon was white, he got up from the bed and went to Cen Simiao after washing.

The girl stood at the door and saw him coming. With an eyebrow look, she stretched out her arms and stopped: "Mrs. is still resting, saying it's so sleepy, so don't go in first."

Yang Fuqing frowned, her face gloomy: "I always stood by her when she was asleep, when will it be your turn to stop me?"

The girl looked up: "This is what the lady meant."

He was about to break in.

For the next few days, Cen Simiao avoided it. Before they both ate together, but now they have not seen each other for three days.

Yang Fuqing's expression grew colder and colder. After returning from the gentleman, he stood in the yard and stared at the door. He clenched his fists tightly. Suddenly I heard a coquettish laugh inside, it was Cen Simiao's voice.

He fluttered.

Immediately after that was the voice of a rough man, Yang Fuqing's eyebrows fluttered fiercely, and her aunt was also guarding the door. Seeing that his expression was not right, she quickly said, "Inside is the doctor the lady brought to the master, you ... ... "

Yang Fuqing was already striding, clenching her teeth, and kicking the door open.

The room was especially warm. Cen Simiao leaned on the couch, her eyes looked lazy, and her figure looked extremely hooked. A man standing beside her, respectfully, held a medical book in her hand.

Cen Simiao heard the movement and looked up. Yang Fuqing's face was ugly, with an angry expression. Her eyelashes trembled, she retracted her gaze, and said to the doctor next to her, "You go back first, and come to you someday."

The man answered, and went out with his eyes down.

Yang Fuqing looked at him coldly, banged, and closed the door forcefully. He looked at Cen Simiao, and she raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, her voice indifferent: "When did you get so irritable, where did you get wronged, come to me to go crazy?"

Yang Fuqing came to her, the anger in her eyes showed, he gritted his teeth, "Why don't you see me?"

Cen Simiao froze, didn't look at him, lowered his head and smoothed the clothes on his body: "You think too much, there is something. I'm a little sleepy, you go out."

Yang Fuqing stood still, standing tall in front of her, Cen Simiao couldn't help looking up, but was suddenly startled by the emotion in his eyes.

He pursed his lips and stared at Cen Simiao's eyes tightly. The eyes of the two were entangled. After a short while, he suddenly snored, and the anger between the eyebrows became possessive. Slowly lowered her head and put it in her ear.

The voice was low: "Don't you want to know how to make men like it?"

Cen Simiao frowned, her ears warming, making her especially itchy.

Suddenly, her waist was tight, Yang Fuqing's arm was holding her, her posture was intimate, and Cen Simiao retreated uneasily. He resisted the impulse to touch his fingertips, and his eyes were dull: "Don't move, I will teach you."

She trembled.

Yang Fuqing moves surprisingly slowly, and fiddles with the gesture she appeared in his countless nights of dreams. Hold her arm and place on the couch. She curled her legs again and wrinkled her clothes.

His knot rolled.

Cen Simiao had already blushed, biting her lower lip, her elbows next to the couch, Yingying's waist stretched, her knees kneeling, her body low, like a cat.

I didn't see Yang Fuqing's eyes full of possession | desire, deep like the sea.

She twisted her head hard, and her neck was especially slender and shy: "Will you like it?"