MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 144 Subordinate female X demon head male (six)

"You said, should I have some more silver with Liu Wuzhen?"

Sitting in a chair, Cen Simiao picked up the rouge gouache placed on the dressing table, which were all packed in white porcelain bottles, and gently twisted away, and the slight aroma drifted to the tip of the nose.

These were just bought back. She couldn't go out casually, so she gave the silver to a young sister who went out to buy. She touched her fingertips and rubbed her face lightly.

There is really a lot of silver in Liu Wuzhen's money bag.

The system heard what she said: "You are too cruel. Not only has his person been fooled by you, but he has also cheated the money away. You ca n’t be kind?"

Cen Simiao looked at a bronze mirror, her fingertips stopped on her face, and she sighed. She lowered her head and opened the rouge box. The color was very beautiful.

"Don't you think Liu Wuzhen is too irritating?"

The system paused and didn't understand what it meant.

Cen Simiao put her rouge lightly on her lips and lowered her eyelashes. Liu Wuzhen always asked her to explore Bai Muzhi's attitude, but he was slow and didn't move. He almost let her carry it in front of him. If something happened, he could retreat.

He still hasn't killed his heart yet, probably taking care of his friendship with Bai Muzhi.

But in the future, after listening to the people in the martial arts, his fame made him hot, and he secretly resolved to kill Bai Muzhi, but on the surface it was not revealed at all.

Cen Simiao is worried about this.

Without revealing his feet, how could Bai Muzhi listen to her beware of Liu Wuzhen.

Bai Muzhi was resting in bed, the wind cold was almost half, and he looked more energetic than before. These days he did not propose to let Cen Simiao go back to live, and even Cen Simiao stayed in the house longer and longer.

The two were almost inseparable.

Cen Simiao was a little annoyed, but he couldn't show it on his face. Now, while he was sleeping, he returned to his place to rest.

She changed her clothes, washed her face, and gently painted her eyebrows, her makeup was especially delicate. The rouge gouache used by the original owner was quite inferior. She didn't dare to use it much, just fluttered a thin layer and hardly painted.

As soon as Cen Simiao put the rouge down, she heard the door ring, looked up, broke into a person, and dressed like a girl.

The man looked at Cen Simao, a flash of fascination flashed in his eyes, and then frowned, panting and said, "What are you rubbing here, the leader is awake."

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows, then raised her lips, and said softly, "Isn't I coming back to get something, the action is already fast, but I didn't want to teach the Lord to wake me up, it was a sin."

It is showing off inside and out.

The girl changed her face, raised her chin and sneered, and glanced at her: "It was just water for the tea, and after serving for a few days, she really regarded herself as the wife of the tea, disgusting."

Then he said: "Don't forget your identity, hurry back to work, don't think about resting."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, grunted coldly, and threw the comb in her hand to the ground. Don't look at her, just hear the footsteps going out.

When the door was empty, Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of person was really tired.

Instead of going to Bai Muzhi, she went to the kitchen. It wasn't a meal at this time, but the cook was already preparing the ingredients, and the soup was stewed in a casserole and smelling incense.

Seeing Cen Simiao come over, the chef greeted her. She was kind, she kept bending her eyes, looked at the soup being cooked, and found the familiar casserole.

Slowly walked over: "Master is good at cooking, what is stewed in it is really fragrant."

The chef replied with a smile: "The chicken soup for Liu Gongzi has been stewed, and I'll send it over later."

She raised her eyebrow, found a piece of cloth, and lifted the lid off. The cook next to him saw it quickly and stopped it, but Cen Simiao glanced at it.

"What are you panicking, I'll save you a bit, I'll take it later."

The cook stunned.

Suddenly I saw Cen Simiao holding a spoon and filling a bowl from the inside. The chef knew that she had been by the side of Bai Muzhi recently and didn't dare to offend, but she was afraid that Liu Gongzi would know about it, and her heart was suddenly flustered.

Cen Simiao didn't explain, put the bowl down, covered the lid of the casserole, and walked out while holding it. The cook was uneasy to stop, but was glared: "Why don't I know what to do? I'll send it to you. What are you afraid of? "

She walked coldly.

I went back to my place again, and now there was an extra girl, and seeing Cen Simiao drinking chicken soup, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Where did you get it?"

Cen Simiao ignored her.

The girl frowned, and snorted, who was rare.

When Cen Simao was almost finished drinking, another girl came to the door to urge her, "What are you grinding? How many times have you been asked by the leader to come to you?"

Cen Simao nodded again and agreed with a smile.

Then I returned the casserole to the kitchen, and when I came out, I saw the new girl who served Liu Wuzhen in the past.

She bent her eyes and glanced at Liu Wuzhen again.

Cen Smiao spent a lot of time grinding. Bai Muzhi waited in the room. When he woke up, he just asked Cen Simiao where he was.

People quickly sent someone to look for it.

After a while, Bai Muzhi took the tea cup and glanced at the person in the room, his brows frowned, and Shen asked, "Where is she?"

People answered according to the truth.

Bai Muzhi didn't make a noise and glanced outside.

Almost half an hour later, Cen Simiao still did not return. He kept his face cold all the time, but he could not see any obvious emotions, but the coldness in his body became more and more severe.

Bai Muzhi walked into the yard, pursed his lips, the light fell on him, his eyes darkened, and his eyes were gloomy.

The girl cleaning the roots of the wall did not see him when she stooped, and she was still saying, "It's not like that charcoal, it's more convenient to sweep, and I don't know where there was so much charcoal some time ago."

Bai Mu's eyes became sharp instantly.

Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps, hurried, and it sounded a little light. He glanced at it, Cen Simiao was trotting towards here, sweat was still on his forehead, his expression was anxious.

She stood at Bai Muzhi's expression, raised her head, panted softly, her chest was undulating, her eyebrows were drawn with a few strokes, and she was even more charming. She ran a few steps now, her cheeks were flushed, and her rouge was smeared. Especially charming.

Intermittently said, "God ... you ... are you looking for me?"

Bai Mu's eyes were dark, his eyes were dark, his expression was cold: "Go back without saying a word to me, you are brave."

Cen Simiao's eyelashes fluttered, her head dropped, and her actions suddenly became sloppy: "I just want to draw a look for you."

She raised her head, eyes sullen: "Does it look good?"

The gloom between Bai Muzhi's eyebrows still remained, and she glanced at her, turned into the room, and Cen Simao followed in with interest, not forgetting to close the door.

There were only two of them in the room, Cen Simiao walked over in a small step, called him with a soft voice, raised his hands to straighten the whole placket, but actually exposed the skin.

Bai Muzhi pursed her lips tightly, her mood didn't improve, her brows frowned, her jaw tightened: "Put your clothes on."

She froze and looked at Bai Muzhi puzzledly.

He didn't dare to say anything more, lowered his head and put on his clothes, and heard him say, "Who made you go out silently?"

Cen Simiao pursed her lips, her expression turned pitiful, and she called him again.

Bai Muzhi remained unmoved.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she began to twitch, looking particularly aggrieved. Bai Mu stopped frowning even more, opened his mouth, and said, "What are you crying for?"

Cen Simiao cried even more.

He wanted to talk again, but he heard someone outside asking for a waitress who served Liu Wuzhen. Bai Mu paused, thinking that Liu Wuzhen had something to do with him, and he didn't bother to look at Cen Simiao and let Yayu come in.

Cen Simiao bowed her head.

The girl looked at Cen Simiao, seeing that she was crying, and had a bottom in her heart, she knelt on the ground and began to sue.

The kitchen bite was that Cen Simiao took the casserole away, and then she sent it back, but the girl didn't see it at all. It must be Cen Simiao who stole it, and the person who lived with Cen Simiao. I saw her drinking chicken soup.

If you change to someone else, you might not dare to sue, but the girl is serving Liu Wuzhen, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Moreover, she should have reported this to Liu Wuzhen before returning to Bai Muzhi, but she was already dissatisfied with Cen Simiao.

Why did Cen Simiao serve Liu Wuzhen before, he was very gentle.

This time it was her, and it was cold.

Cen Simiao didn't admit that she did it.

Bai Muzhi was sitting on a chair with a gloomy glance, staring at her, and slightly bending his lips: "You really will enjoy it."

Cen Simiao tightened her palms.

He dropped his face sharply and rebuked, "It was just a few days with me, and I forgot everything, so arrogant."

Cen Simao didn't dare to come out.

The girl yelled at the corner of her mouth and was very satisfied.

Cen Simiao was punished again, standing with a bucket at the root of the wall every day, and even hungry for a meal. At night, he couldn't lie down in his place, still lying on the bed with his upper body.

After a few days, I was exhausted.

Bai Muzhi wasn't just angry or what happened, the wind chilled again, and his face became hard to look. Cen Simiao couldn't help but remind her, "You need more clothes."

He didn't even look at her.

Cen Simiao was wronged.

While eating, she was still standing at the root of the wall, watching Bai Muzhi eat vegetables, and then said, "You have more soup, it's good for you."

His voice was cold: "The soup you drink is good."

Cen Simiao's eyes were red, and she didn't dare to speak.

After a few days, Bai Mu stopped the cold and still didn't get better. She frowned, becoming more and more anxious, but she did not dare to speak again. At night, open his eyes from time to time to see him.

Bai Muzhi slept extremely peacefully and could not see anything abnormal.

Cen Simiao did nothing.

Suddenly one night, she broke free of Bai Muzhi and held her hand. Bai Muzhi still slept again. The moonlight outside fell, and she quilted the quilt, then walked out lazily.

The man lying on the bed opened his eyes instantly, his eyes were cold and murderous.

Cen Smiao dragged the stove over so hard that she was sweating so much on such a cold night, she was extremely gentle, and she glanced at the window from time to time, seeing nothing.

Fear of waking up the people inside.

Cen Simiao ignited the charcoal fire, a slight flame rose, and the figure behind her clenched her fist instantly, her brain was blank, her brows frowned, her eyes became straight.

As the flames got bigger and bigger, the figure began to tremble, and gradually approached Cen Simiao, his eyes staring fiercely.

Cen Simiao was unaware.

The cold wind whistled in her ears, the flames reflected her face, the warm light seemed particularly gentle, and she bent a corner and smiled.

The figure was about to come forward. Cen Simao just bowed her head and did not see the shadow cast on the wall. She murmured: "If the wall is thinner, you will definitely be warmer."

"It's all because I'm by your side these days, and I didn't care about continuing to build a stove, so you got the cold."

The figure was about to stop his arms and his jaw tightened.

The soft tone faded away in the cold night.

In the early morning of the next day, Cen Simiao was sleepy, and after Bai Muzhi washed well, he consciously took the barrel and stood at the root of the wall. She was stopped by Bai Muzhi. She froze and looked up and said, "What's wrong?"

Bai Mu's eyes were dark, and she glanced at her: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Cen Simiao shuddered, terrified.

The girl next to me saw a trace of sarcasm under her eyes, looked up, and suddenly stood up, and said softly, "Leader, she borrowed my money a while ago and said it was returned to me yesterday, but I didn't even see it. "

Cen Simiao froze and talked nonsense.

She hadn't borrowed any money other than Liu Wuzhen's money. Looking at Bai Muzhi, he was cold with no expression on his face.

Cen Simiao frowned, and just about to speak, there was a maid complaining, also saying that she owed money and did not pay back. She closed her lips, raised her chin, and whispered at them, "I owe you money? How much can you borrow me?"

The maidservants immediately began to argue.

Cen Simiao looked ugly.

Bai Muzhi looked around, lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly raised again: "Come here."

Cen Simiao paused, and she could not kneel, and she would kneel down and be punished, but she heard: "I asked you to sit down. When did you kneel?"

She was stiff.

Bai Mu's lip color was pale, her face was extremely bad, and her eyes were cold, but her voice became softer, and Cen Simiao sat down obediently, a little cramped.

He glanced at the girl who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at Cen Simiao again: "Let's go to the clerk to get the money, and in addition to returning them, leave some for your expenses."

Cen Simao did not respond.

Bai Mu's eyes narrowed, and his brows were raised again, and Shen said, "In the future, add one more chicken soup, and you can drink it together."

"No more going to get him."