MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 125 Husband Male X Regrets Female (2)

Cen Simiao was standing in front of the gas stove, and the hot oil and smoke in the pot was rising upwards. She turned it back and forth with a shovel. Even with the air conditioner in the room, she still had a fine sweat on her forehead, and her neck and chest were wet of.

It was too hot, and Cen Simiao couldn't stand it. I asked Qian to lower the temperature of the air conditioner. Aunt Qian answered, hurriedly took the towel and wiped his hands, and turned to prepare to go to the living room.

She turned her head and bumped into Lu Mufan standing there, and Aunt Qian went to see Cen Simiao immediately. Lu Mufan's frown hadn't been loosened, but it didn't look like he was angry. Aunt Qian was hesitant to call Cen Simiao.

At this time, Cen Simiao was impatient with the heat, dropped the spatula, took off the apron tied to her waist, took a few steps back, and was a little far away from the stove. She fanned the cool breeze with her hand and murmured in her mouth: "It's heat, it's heat."

Cen Simiao felt strange. The house hadn't felt cool yet. Aunt Qian had left for a while, and turned around wonderingly, suddenly shocked.

She was wearing very cool, snow-white skin exposed to the air. At this moment, she was sweating, her clothes were wet, and she was tightly attached to her body. Her hooked figure was vivid and her legs were thin and white.

Cen Simiao shrank her neck because of panic. "You, you are back."

Lu Mufan glanced at her, his expression remained unchanged, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. Lu Mufan gave a low voice, stretched out his hand and pulled off his tie, turned and walked upstairs.

His back is especially straight.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, pulled back and forth the small vest to cool herself down, she hummed the song softly and continued to cook in the kitchen, looking good.

Aunt Qian, who was standing next to him, wondered, and the couple was too wrong.

What's more wrong is still behind.

When Lu Mufan went down for dinner, Cen Simao did not return to the room this time, sitting generously next to him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes. Lu Mufan took chopsticks to pick up vegetables, but he did not care about eating.

Cen Simiao didn't mind, she only ate two or three sips, her eyes kept on landing Mufan, and after a while, she just put the chopsticks on the table, her elbows on the table, and looked at him with her chin.

Lu Mufan: "..."

He felt sight and forcibly ignored it. However, when I put the vegetables, I stuck two or three times without a single leaf. Lu Mufan pursed his lips and was about to move chopsticks to another dish.

Cen Simiao picked up an unused pair of chopsticks and put a lot of vegetables in his bowl.

Then he continued to look at him.

Lu Mufan looked at the dishes in the bowl, but couldn't help frowning and raising his head, Cen Simiao was looking up for praise.

The blue tendon on his forehead jumped, put his chopsticks down, and looked at Cen Simiao seriously, her eyelashes trembled, a little embarrassed.

Lu Mufan took a few deep breaths and said, "If you have any dissatisfaction with the divorce agreement, you can raise it directly."

Cen Simiao froze.

He continued: "The matter of divorce can be discussed, but it will be too long. If you have time, you can ask a lawyer to come home and let us talk together."

Lu Mufan reached out to fix his cuffs, his expression was still mild, and his tone was not too intense, but the meaning in those words can be understood as long as he is not a fool.

This is obviously because Cen Simiao's moves are to please him and take advantage of the property.

Then Lu Mufan said directly and generously that as long as he divorced quickly, the property could be negotiated.

Cen Simiao snorted.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her mood dropped instantly. She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with tears, and she looked aggrieved.

Lu Mufan: "..."

Cen Simiao said softly, "Why divorce? Do you not like me so much?"

After she spoke, she sniffed and choked a little.

Lu Mufan was a little angry, correcting and said, "It's your divorce."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, her sad expression disappeared for a moment, her eyes filled with expectations: "Then I'm wrong, can I not divorce now?"

He stared at Cen Simiao for a moment, pursed his lips tightly, and stood up, his expression seemed to be really angry, and his face was a bit ugly.

Lu Mufan turned and walked to the bedroom.

Cen Simiao didn't stop him.

When Lu Mufan's room door closed, Cen Simiao raised an eyebrow, picked up chopsticks and continued to eat. She fry the broccoli, and Cen Simiao herself was disgusted and didn't even taste it.

After eating, Aunt Qian quickly packed up the chopsticks, wiped the table clean, and then went out. Cen Simiao was sitting on the sofa and watching TV, holding her mobile phone in her hand, and glancing upstairs from time to time.

At about 2:30, Lu Mufan's bedroom door opened, and he looked a little sleepy when he came out of it. The buttons of his shirt were untied all the way to his chest. He was tied down with his head down and a tie on his arm.

Seeing it, Cen Simiao dropped the phone and ran over. Lu Mufan frowned again, his voice hoarse: "What do you do?"

Before the words fell, Cen Simao's hand reached out to button him.

Lu Mufan held his arms at once, his hand had not been lowered, Cen Simiao's hand touched him, and felt a numbness, Lu Mufan uncomfortably avoided.

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and the charm of her eyebrows was revealed. Her hands stained with red nail polish seized Lu Mufan's collar, and her body was softly pressed against his body, her chin resting against his chest.

Cen Simao raised her head, her neck was slender and slender, her eyes flickered, Lu Mufan's body froze, he didn't calm down. Cen Simiao smiled lightly, rubbed her fingertips on his throat, and slowly stroked his cheek.

Lu Mufan was tense and frowned, trying to push Cen Simiao away. She lifted her eyelashes, and finally rubbed her fingers at Lu Mufan's brows.

Lu Mufan felt the warmth of her breathing and landed on his neck, awkward to say.

Cen Simiao's voice softened: "Why is it always frowning?"

Lu Mufan took a deep look at her and felt that she knew what she was asking. He grabbed Cen Simiao's Bai Nun's arm and pushed her away. Lu Mufan rolled his throat and felt that his mouth was a little thirsty. He was afraid that Ceng Simiao would stick it up again and quickly walked a few steps.

Cen Simiao picked up the drink on the table and chased after her, her voice sweet: "Here you are."

Lu Mufan walked out with a sullen head and never looked back. He was wearing a tie. Cen Simiao ran over with two thin and long legs and put the drink on his back.

Lu Mufan immediately took a break and turned to look at her. Her face was a bit ugly and was about to start. Cen Simiao raised a smile and passed the drink to him. His tone was particularly concerned: "Are you thirsty? Drink for you of."

Lu Mufan held her lips tightly, glanced at her, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "I said, I can't change the divorce agreement, but you don't want to ..."

Cen Simiao interrupted: "I don't want to change."

When Lu Mufan was about to ask again, he heard it again.

"Neither do I divorce."

Cen Simao's expression was serious, her eyes looked at Lu Mufan sincerely, she was a little uneasy, and muttered again in her mouth: "Don't divorce."

Lu Mufan only felt upset. He loosened his tie that he hadn't tied yet, reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead. His tone was agitated: "I agree with the divorce you raised. Now you can regret it again, can you talk about it? reason?"

Cen Simiao naturally reached out to tie Lu Mufan's tie, and she was closer to him. The smell of perfume on Cen Simiao's body passed to Lu Mufan's nose and poured into his lungs.

Cen Simiao's movements were slow and slow, her eyes were bent, and she said softly, "The reasoning is something to do during divorce. Where have you heard that everything is justified between husband and wife?"

Lu Mufan's jaw tightened.

She had a charming charm in her eyes, and Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, and then looked at Lu Mufan, but she became a bit depressed: "I was wrong, I was bad before. Good time together, okay? ? "

Lu Mufan stared at her, not knowing exactly what she was thinking, her eyes moved, or she pushed Cen Simiao away and turned away.

It's just that the steps taken out are messier than before.

Cen Simiao waited for him to drive away before returning to the room. The coolness of the air conditioner immediately dispelled her sweat. She took out fruits and snacks from the refrigerator and put them on the coffee table, then sat on the sofa to eat.

Especially comfortable.

Lu Mufan was in no hurry. His current attitude is not only because the original owner has no emotional basis with him, but mainly because the original owner and Lu Mufan returned to his parents' home before, but left in the middle and went on a date with Wei Li.

More than once, even on important occasions.

Therefore, Lu Mufan did not really like the original owner at all.

In fact, the original owner and the health calendar have been together for so long, no benefit has been lost. When the original owner didn't get married, he met Wei Wei, and he was so excited. Before he could confess, he was forced by his parents to marry Lu Mufan.

However, after the marriage, the Wei Li took the initiative to hook up with the original owner, and his mouth full of sweet words, the original owner was with the Wei calendar. The original owner was sincere to him, but Wei Li felt that it was more fun to trample on it.

The Wei Li was timid, afraid that after the matter was exposed, she would offend Lu Mufan, and then she would not be able to confuse her. So nothing happened between the two of them, even if the original owner felt strange, he was confused by three or two sentences of the Wei Li.

What Wei Li wants is that the original owner puts him in the most important position in his heart. He said one, but the original owner was afraid to say two.

As for the body, he never lacks it.

Cen Simiao shook her head, it was really fresh and refined. She focused on snacks and waited for the landing Mufan to return. When the time was almost the same, Cen Simiao quickly packed up the snack bags, and the TV turned off, lying lazily on the sofa.

This pose is particularly tired.

It didn't take long for Lu Mufan to come back from the outside. As soon as he entered the door, he felt cool, and before he felt comfortable, he saw Cen Simiao lying on the sofa.

He frowned subconsciously.

Cen Simiao is slender, with her legs crossed, and she is especially fair in the light, looking a little ambiguous. Her arms are all on the right, her chest is fuller, and she has a mobile phone in her hand.

Cen Simiao saw Lu Mufan's return and smiled before she said, "Tired?"

Lu Mufan lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, then went to the refrigerator to drink water, and heard another sentence: "Tired?"

He responded impatiently: "Not tired."

Just heard.

"Then you wash me an apple."

Lu Mufan: "..."

He didn't wash it, picked up the computer and sat at the office.

Cen Simao didn't urge any more. She felt a bit tired in her posture, straightened her leg and kicked it up again. Suddenly a call screen appeared on her phone. She just played a game to mute her phone.

The health calendar came over.

She raised her eyebrows and heard Cen Simiao silent when she asked why she didn't look for him.

There said directly: "Are there any people in your family tomorrow? I will pick you up."

Cen Simiao hung up the phone and asked Lu Mufan loudly: "Are you at home tomorrow?"

Lu Mufan was staring at the computer. Leng Buding heard her talking and looked up subconsciously, just to see Cen Simiao's white and tender feet on the back of the sofa.

He moved his throat: "At home."

Tomorrow the company happens to be fine.

Cen Simiao responded softly, and dialed the Wei Li, extremely lingering. Stop talking: "I really don't want to leave you, tomorrow we ..."

Without saying anything, she hung up the phone again.

Lu Mufan couldn't see Cen Simiao's phone call, only heard what she said, and extremely intimidating tone, thinking she was talking to him.

The pair of white and tender feet on the back of the sofa was particularly tempting under the lights.