MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 2 Actor X Rich Woman (2)

Cen Simiao held the tea cup and took a sip. The surface remained calm and a little cyanosis in her heart. The goal this time is really enthusiastic.

She lowered her eyes and gazed at somewhere at random, in the eyes of others, she seemed to be stunned. Liu Si winked at Wu Lishen, who pursed his lips, subconsciously touched the cigarette, and paused.

His eyebrows didn't look irritable. He poured a cup of tea and held it in his hand. He leaned back and drank it, then put the cup aside at will.

He bent his eyes.

"Does Cen feel small or big?"

Cen Simiao almost cried.

She bit her tongue slightly and raised her eyes to just hit him. Deep, serious, can't be more serious. The end of his eyes rose slightly, revealing a hint of evil.

The words rolled down unconsciously: "The fire is just right."

The Jinjiang system opened the melon seed txt. File and reported the data at the same time.

"Ding-the favorability of the target is 0. Please continue to work hard."

"By the way, the current life reversal task progress bar is 2%."

"The task bar to help the male lead become a winner in life is one percent."

The system turned on sighed bgm again. This time the task was quite tricky, but Cen Smiao has been here for more than a month, and just met the male lead.

The original owner's husband didn't even see it, except to give him a thumbs up on WeChat. The life of the original owner, summed up in one word, is miserable.

Both parents died, gritted their teeth to support relatives, took time to work odd jobs to get a copy. In her sophomore year, when the waiter met Hu Yinli, she thought that she had met love and would get married as soon as she graduated.

Hu Yinli has never treated her in a material way. The original subject is conservative, and he is not reluctant. At best, hug, kiss your cheek. Originally, she was about to get married. At this time, Bai Yinguang, a student of Hu Yinli, returned.

Divorced, helpless, find him crying with red eyes.

As soon as Hu Yinli's mind was hot, he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her account. When they reacted, they were lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

The woman knew the existence of the original owner, and whispered, "I'm sorry for her. I have tasted this kind of taste. She must be very sad. You must take good care of her."

Men enter the sage mode, the brain circuit is particularly difficult to figure out. He really drove to the place where the original owner lived overnight to propose a marriage.

Then figured out a way to get a fake | marriage certificate.

After all, the original owner has been following him since college. Although there have been other women during this period, he still feels that the original owner is the most concerned. Let him let go now, it is impossible.

The reason why it can become Baiyueguang is not only to have a beautiful face, but also to have a means to press the bottom of the box. As soon as he received the certificate and arranged the original owner into the house, Hu Yinli was called away without even touching the original owner's side.

The original owner had an idea in his heart, but felt ashamed to open his teeth, and lived alone, and then called and asked when he was not busy and could come home.

But slipping in the bathtub, choking his head and exhaling.

Cen Simiao is definitely a great thing for Wu Lishen to appear.

When she left, she bent down slightly, her chest was low, and she stood up, biting her cheek, and saw a pair of brown leather shoes approaching.

Squinting his eyes, he stood up.

Grow his forehead lightly across his chest, bangs sticking to his face, and when he looked up, there was a trace of annoyance and alienation. Wu Li sank for a moment, staring at her.

Reaching out Cen Simiao's shoulders, across a layer of fabric, feeling his hot palms, Cen Simiao was about to break away, he first let go.

There was a smile on the lips, the voice was soft, but the tone was very soft.

"Remember to find me earlier. The dishes are cold and not tasty."

Cen Simiao looked for a smoking area, leaned against the corner, and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from her bag. The cigarette was held between your fingertips and pinched in your mouth. A click made the flame ignite.

She took a deep breath, feeling that the tip of her nose had reached her lungs, and she refreshed.

A cigarette burned for a while, and she suddenly remembered something, took out her phone, and missed more than a dozen. Shake off the soot, hold the cigarette in your mouth, and click into WeChat.

The top dialog is her group of college students. Next to it is Hu Yinli. Red bubbles show thirty-five messages.

Cen Simiao opened.

Why don't you answer the phone, the master of the plumbing is here, go and open the door.

What happened, why didn't you answer the phone?

at home?

...

Leaking is a trivial matter, don't take it to heart, if any piece of furniture is not pleasing to the eye, change it at the opportunity.

Come back soon, I am worried about you.

Cen Simiao closed her eyes and smoked the remaining half of the cigarette. The body was originally sprayed with eau de toilette. At this moment, she smelled of smoke and added wildness.

She put the phone back, it's still early, not in a hurry.

Cen Simiao went shopping all day, bought several clothes, made a manicure, and ate a lot of good things. Swipe the card directly when paying the bill and sign off.

That's cool.

The first few worlds have been so terrible. Either eating bran pharynx, or eating out of food and clothing, where you like to spend casually now.

She had dinner on the sixth floor of the mall and drank two glasses of wine.

Carrying a big bag and shaking it, she suddenly remembered something when she was at the gate of the community, her body was crooked and she almost fell to the ground.

Card is Hu Yinli.

There must be SMS notifications for so much consumption.

Mom, headache.

Cen Simiao arched her body, clutched her bag with both hands, sat down on a step, vacated her hand, and held her cellphone tightly. Close your eyes, twist your face to one side, and open your eyes a little more quietly.

really.

Where did you go

What about consumption?

What kind of temper are you in?

Only these three messages were a few hours ago. Cen Simiao supported her arm on her leg, supported her chin, and secretly calculated.

What do you say now?

The system calls out "You finally made someone else's little white face mp3."

Your uncle.

Cen Simiao swallowed her throat, pursed her lips, and dialed Hu Yinli's phone.

The thighs were pinched, and the white and tender skin suddenly showed a red mark, especially noticeable. She sucked her nose and softened her throat, with a clear cry.

"Don't you want me?"

Sad tone, suddenly made Hu Yinli on the other side of the phone froze.

What happened today? I cried when I came up. I was so angry in my heart that I wanted to count a few words, but I couldn't speak at the moment. Clear your throat: "Where have you been?"

Cen Simiao bit a word.

"Don't you want me?"

"Home tap ..."

"Don't you want me?"

"……No."

"You just don't want me!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief and walked home on high heels. After walking around for a day, my feet were very tired. Walked to the door and saw the little brother in blue overalls.

He exclaimed: "I just hung up your husband's phone, okay, you have a good way to teach. It's you who loves you."

Cen Simiao sighed, frowning slightly: "It's not him who angered me, but by treating him today. I'm bothering you."

The brother waved his hand lightly: "What's the matter, I called you during the day and went back, just now."

The summer is hot, and at night it is even more stuffy. I was looking forward to a few rains to be cooler. As a result, after a few days, there was still no rain.

Wu Lishen followed the announcement with several actors.

Sing off the court.

On this day, there was pouring rain and there was no way to stand on the scene.

Li Youyan sat in front of the makeup mirror and scolded him. The makeup artist was holding his breath, and his face was not very good. He quietly wiped off the makeup oil on his face.

He twisted his face and said to the person next to him, "What the **** is the weather, when the **** isn't bad, you have to pick today. Is it easy for me to make some money, fuck?"

The man yawned, and his eyelids were drowsy: "What wrong do you shout, counting your money is easy, unlike us."

Li Youyan usually loves publicity, and was also sold by Liu Si. Some people hold it, and the popularity is naturally the highest in it. There is not much discussion behind people.

This sentence was yin and yang, and his face suddenly became ugly. When the body twisted, glaring at the eyes was about to quarrel, and suddenly saw Wu Lishen, his eyes flashed a little taunt.

"I'm relaxed, I can't compare to it."

The volume of this sentence is extremely loud, and the dressing room counts almost a dozen people, all of which are heard in the ears. The person who just talked to Li Youyan just laughed.

"This weather is really easy to make people angry."

Wu Lishen raised his eyes. The whole man was gloomy, and his eyes were full of irritability. Since I met Cen Simiao last time, I haven't contacted in the past few days.

He frowned, remembering Cen Simiao's cold eyes, but she was very sexy.

Unable to pull out the lighter, but could not find the cigarette. Repeatedly pressing the lighter, the flames became clear and went out.

"Isn't it, Li Shen? Look, you've gotten a lot better lately."

Wu Lishen loosened the lighter and dropped it on the table. He lifted his chin: "You look in the mirror, what kind of face is it like, and those who eat on the street look better than you."

Li Youyan took off her eyeliner, and the smudged ones had not been wiped clean enough, mixed with the foundation, and dirty. He was getting more and more angry, and immediately patted the table: "What the **** are you talking about?"

Wu Lishen stretched himself, and suddenly the phone rang. He blinked his eyes and grabbed the phone to unlock.

At eight in the evening, Taihe Hotel 302.

He stared at the phone for a while, leaned back against the chair, raised his chin, and pursed his lips with a smile. Looking at Li Youyan, his eyes were full of injustice.

"I'm not at all relaxed."

Because of her energy, he tickled his heart.