MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 28 Little Young X Fairy Girl (13)

In the autumn evening, the temperature dropped, and the wind became extremely cold. Along the gap in the sweater, An Zeru could not help but took a nap. He crossed his arms and leaned on the door of the house, shouting inside: "You He threw a coat for me. "

Then he lay on the door and listened.

no sound.

He bit the tip of his tongue, his tone softened, and reached out and patted the door: "You're angry with me, you have to let me in and you can toss me out. What's the matter with you leaving me out?"

Still silent, An Zeru frowned and frowned, and suddenly heard the slight footsteps inside, getting closer.

He coughed a few times, rubbed his nose, and made a nasal sound, ready to speak, the door lock snapped, Cen Simiao opened the door, wearing a work suit that had not been changed.

There was no daytime seriousness between her eyebrows at this moment, and she looked a little more lightly at An Zeru, and looked at him up and down.

"Want to go in?"

Seeing her appearance, An Zeru paused, tilted her head, and hippie smiled: "Well, I'm going to freeze to death."

Then I want to drill into the room.

Cen Simiao looked up, then found high heels, ready to put on. Anzaru frowned suddenly, pursed her lips, and stopped moving: "You don't move, I'll go out."

She stepped barefoot on the floor, leaning against the shoe cabinet, her tone was lazy: "Don't feel wronged, I can go out. At this time, there are many people on the street, maybe you can find handsome people."

An Zeru clenched her lips and raised her chin. He stared at Cen Simiao, jumping out word by word: "I'm not **** dead!"

She looked down: "Will you come in?"

The outside wind penetrated into the room, and the tassel on the curtains moved, and An Zeru's throat moved, and she glanced at Cen Simao, suddenly leaning forward and holding her.

Cen Simiao went straight to his waist.

Suddenly his teeth grinned. An Zeru touched her neckline, the coat had been unbuttoned, and she pulled it off her arm.

He frowned, put his clothes on his arms, and muttered in his mouth, "Who goes in rare."

The voice had not yet ended, and Cen Simiao had closed the door.

The tip of his tongue was against his upper teeth, and he touched the lighter in his pants pocket, took out a cigarette case, squeezed it out, shoved it into his mouth, and lit it downstairs.

An Zeru narrowed his eyes, went downstairs, and looked back at the lighted home. He took a breath and left until one burned out.

Cen Simiao was particularly unhappy. She was still there to figure out how An Zeru could become a winner in life, but he did well and in turn gave her a set.

What was in his head.

To say this, it has some influence on Cen Simiao's shares, but it is not serious. And the company has also introduced new technology without loss. The most aggrieved is Lu Mi.

Lu Mi regrets his selfishness.

He wanted the new shareholders to come in and share some of the shares, so as to avoid being in trouble with Cen Simiao in case of accidents in the future, he would not be suppressed, so he was so active.

But now An Zeru and Cen Simiao are not married, and they will marry afterwards. Their shares add up to completely overwhelm him.

What a matter.

In the bar, Zhu Fengfeng was drinking happily, blowing his cowhide on his mouth, which made the people next to him happy. Suddenly mentioning An Zeru, I haven't been here for a while.

He patted his thigh and drank the last sip of wine: "The kid's idea was so big that I heard from my old man that he found a successful business and made a lot of money."

The person next to him frowned: "Don't you say that your business isn't working?"

Zhu Fengfeng was unwilling to listen to this: "What the **** has it been with you, and it's not okay to settle in recently. I tell you, he ..."

Suddenly stopped and saw a person coming over, Zhu Fengfeng snorted: "Fuck, why are you here now?"

An Zeru stepped over, sat on the sofa, poured a glass of wine to warm himself, and frowned: "Damn, I'm frozen to death."

Drink a few glasses of wine.

Zhu Fengfeng looked at the lady's work clothes on his arm, shook his head, and said, "You are purely your own. You have a good life, but you have to be uncomfortable."

An Ze Ru shouted.

Zhu Fengfeng pouted his lips: "You aren't convinced, I tell you, if I were, I would have to ..."

Without finishing speaking, I suddenly saw An Zeru's look, serious, especially serious. He was dry: "You, what's wrong with you?"

An Zeru bowed his head and drank a glass of wine, and said muffled, "I didn't find it uncomfortable."

Zhu Fengfeng frowned: "What do you mean?"

He frizzled his hair irritably, Cen Simiao was fickle from the beginning to the end, his mind was unclear. He was tricked at first, but later he learned that Gu's house was a mess.

She didn't want to blend in, but she just jumped at him.

Zhu Fengfeng took a sip of wine and lowered his voice: "Are you all clear about Gu Yu? There are people outside who are telling him and Gu Xichen."

He is not only clear, but also cooperates in acting.

An Zeru frowned: "You **** worry, I don't know what happened. Whoever says this kind of thing in the future, you all scold me back."

At first I thought Cen Simiao was trying to find a way to fight for family property. Solve Gu Yu, thinking she would be generous with him.

As a result, it is more indifferent.

An Zeru lowered her eyebrows and snorted, "Lao Tzu must spend a little bit of thought to make her look differently."

Zhu Fengfeng was happy: "Don't you feel confident if you dare?"

Unexpectedly, An Zeru did not refute. He raised his eyes, his eyes were serious: "I don't think I matter to her."

"Coming soft will only make her even more uneasy."

People think that they have control over things, but suddenly they bite themselves and have the deepest memory.

Zhu Fengfeng paused, and turned his head silently. After waiting for a while, he raised his eyes and asked him, "Where is she good? I thought it was very gentle before, but the bar saw a drag of 25,800,000 that day."

An Zeru snorted and shook the glass. The color of the wine reminded him of the Maserati. Instantly scratching the bottom of my heart, itching, anxious to go up immediately to open a circle.

Wild nature, thinking.

But it's just hooking people.

******

For the past few days, Cen Simiao didn't say anything to An Zeru. In the evening, he walked directly outside wearing a thick coat, and didn't return until the next morning.

He couldn't stand it.

Grasp her shoulder, sit down firmly against her, and said to her, "You want to kill me or you want to hit me, hurry up, stop the ink."

Cen Simiao gave him a cold glance.

Anzaru suddenly became stiff and dejected.

She squinted her eyes, and now she was even more favorable, what kind of mentality.

Cen Simiao frowned, and suddenly felt that the system wasn't right, unlike the usual style of talking. She asked what was wrong with the system.

She paused, and just about to ask again, she heard bgm crying in the system, and imitated the feeling of panic: "Oh, I got a bug when I downloaded the beverage plug-in. It's over, it's over. Some of my functions now fail It's up! "

"..." She had a headache.

On the way to the company recently, I always feel that someone is following. Because of the proximity, she walked past. Originally thought it was okay, because if there is danger, the system will definitely remind, now it seems that it can't be expected.

Glancing at An Zeru.

The end of the Cold War.

He didn't have to go out overnight, hit the floor shop at night, live or die in the next room, or even the sofa. Cen Simao wasn't stopped, and his house was well organized and very wink.

Immediately after eating, he went to pick up the fruit, washed it, and handed it over. He didn't eat a bite.

One of the documents could not be found on the table. She was anxious and muttered a few words, saying that he should not disturb when he cleaned up the house. An Zeru didn't say a word, and looked for it, but found it on the bedside table, she forgot to put it there.

Cen Simiao began to consider whether to go down the steps.

As a result, An Zeru was washing fruits in the kitchen one day, and she went in to pick up things. Leng Buding saw that he was eating the fruit with a big mouth, and then secretly dumped the fruit skin.

Later she had a heart, remembering where to put the documents, and then couldn't find it the next day. In the end, An Zeru found it silently.

Ha ha.

But someone had to accompany her when she went to the company. An Zeru walked beside her in an orderly manner, not even daring to hold her hands. Cen Simiao felt a little thirsty, and wanted to go to a convenience store to buy a bottle of water. As soon as he spoke, he went in immediately.

She rubbed her eyebrows and waited outside.

Suddenly approaching a person in front of her eyes, Cen Simiao let the other side think that she was blocking the way, but the person didn't think of it but she didn't move. She raised her eyes and Gu Yu stood there.

He couldn't pull his face a little, but he tried to please him. Gu Yu's mother meant to take revenge, but even if it succeeded, what good would it be better to whisper in a low voice, maybe it would be effective.

Gu Yu spoke dryly, without the former gentleness: "Xi Chen, are you ... are you okay?"

She raised her eyes. "Okay."

Gu Yu pursed his lips, and just when he was about to speak again, he heard someone with a bad tone: "How is this like dogskin plaster, before it gets on it, it hangs."

An Zeru came over with two drinks in his hands, his face was ugly, and the corners of his eyebrows were ridiculed: "We are not familiar with you."

Looking back at her again, "What are you talking about here?"

Cen Simiao frowned, opened her mouth, and heard him say with great anger again: "No talking."

She got upset, but he was stuffed with a drink in his hand, and then hugged. Anze Rupi smiled and said, "Let's go home first."

Passed Gu Yu without looking at him.

Gu Yu clenched her fists, and the hatred in her eyes grew stronger. If her mother's words appeared in her head, she would bite a bite of her body if she died.

The door of the house opened, and Cen Simiao's feet touched the floor. She did not stand firmly in high heels and spilled a drink. She didn't feel happy: "Okay, what are you crazy? What's going on with me isn't you not sure."

An Zeru raised his chin: "You can't be jealous if you know? You were in front of me, suggesting that you could share with me for him."

Cen Simiao turned and ignored him.

He was grabbed by the arm and hugged from behind, his low voice in his ear: "Do you think I will be generous to someone who thinks of you every day?"

Cen Simiao was out of breath and started struggling, but at a loss, just about to snoring, but suddenly a loose waist.

Hearing the sound of the unfastening of the belt buckle, when he turned around and saw his abdominal muscles, he was pressed back again.

She fell on the sofa, his hot hand on his waist.

In his ear was his heavy breathing, when he heard his shameless words: "If you make a mistake, you will be punished. I can't bear you to kneel and wash the board. You kneel here."

She trembled and struggled.

Suddenly she was spanked: "Kneeling."

Cen Simiao was completely suppressed, she gritted her teeth: "You 龌 | 龊."

But he heard his low laughter: "I have been thinking about it for a long time, and you blame you for giving me a chance."