MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 148 Subordinate female X demon male (ten)

Bai Muzhi's eyes were cold, rubbing Cen Simiao's cheek with his hands, pulling the corners of his lips, pushing her away. Standing not far away, Liu Wuzhen's face was a bit ugly, his eyelashes trembled, his teeth clenched, and he seemed angry and flustered.

Bai Muzhi looked at him. He suddenly tightened, and Liu Wuzhen moved his lips. Cen Simiao turned his head and looked at him, his eyebrows bent, with a beautiful expression.

Liu Wuzhen clenched his fist: "Nonsense ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Muzhi, reprimanding Cen Simiao: "If you talk like this, go away."

Cen Simiao looked up and looked at him for a while, then suddenly bent her eyes and smiled softly, "I was wrong."

She took the initiative to hold Bai Muzhi's arm, kept her head begging for mercy, was very close, and explained: "I came to Liu Gongzi because the room is warm, unlike yours, except that the bed is more comfortable. It's as cold as an ice cellar. "

The tone is very natural.

Liu Wuzhen tensed his jaw and lowered his eyelashes, unable to see the emotions inside.

Bai Muzhi still kept her face cold and ignored Cen Simao. She frowned, rubbed her nose, and leaned into his arms: "It's cold, let's go back."

He pushed Cen Simiao away again.

Cen Simiao froze, watching as he turned and left, and quickly followed, pulling his sleeve timidly.

Liu Wuzhen returned to the room, his expression stubborn, his lips clenched, his eyes suddenly raised, full of anger, and he smashed the table decorations.

The girl who was watching outside heard the movement and was afraid that something would happen. She wanted to rush in but didn't dare. Secretly pierced the window paper, looked over, and suddenly mentioned his throat.

Liu Wuzhen has always been gentle and elegant, and rarely has a temper, but at this moment, like crazy, his eyes are straight, irrational, and he smashes into the room.

There was a mess on the ground.

After Cen Simiao returned to Bai Muzhi, she still spoke soft words, and her attitude was particularly good. Bai Muzhi's eyebrows still showed coldness, and she glanced at her. Something creepy.

He took off his cloak, and the snowflakes on it had not melted. The girl took it respectfully, Cen Simiao dropped her eyelashes, poured the tea with a special wink, and narrowed her eyebrows: "Drink a cup of hot tea Body. "

Bai Muzhi didn't answer, and her thin lips froze. When she looked at her, Cen Simiao was inexplicably nervous, her palms sweated, her eyes drew, and her voice trembled: "Are you angry with me? I am not because of You were awkward, and then you said that word that made you misunderstand ... I was innocent with Father Liu. "

I took the tea and took a sip, and a white mist appeared in front of me.

Bai Muzhi's tone was flat and he couldn't hear the emotion: "I heard someone said yesterday that you went to the kitchen and wanted to replace the chicken soup. Why, tired?"

Cen Simao didn't understand what he meant: "I, I happened to pass by, and let me know, if you are really tired, I must tell you first."

Bai Muzhi raised his eyes, his expression was mild, and he could not see the suffocation. His eyes were deep: "It's common to get tired. If you like it, you will get bored with time."

Cen Simiao frowned, looked up to see him, Bai Muzhi had gone elsewhere, and the girl-in-law called a pot of hot water, and he was washing his hands.

Bai Muzhi didn't lose his temper, Cen Simiao didn't think about it, even now he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

When he slept at night, for the first time, he didn't sticky, just lying there and closing his eyes to sleep. Cen Simiao took the initiative and leaned against his chest, and heard: "Get away."

She squinted her eyes, pressed her chin against his chest, and looked up: "It was me who was angry, and you lost all the earrings."

There was no emotion in Bai Muzhi's eyes.

She continued: "Why the other way around, it became my apology?"

He took the opportunity to open his placket, stroked his fingertips, leaned his face against it, and his warm breath fell on the skin, causing a tingling numbness.

Cen Simao tilted her head, kissed his throat, and felt Bai Mu's jaw tightened. She suddenly held her collar. Cen Simao felt the pain in her neck and raised her head subconsciously.

His eyes were fierce, and his thin lips were white: "I hope you can live well, don't be killed by me."

Ceng Simiao suddenly felt an excitement, and her clothes were torn apart. He hugged her and turned her, pressing her under her body. The eyes showed desire, and she touched the white and tender skin.

Cen Simiao was so hurt when she was choked, her tears couldn't help falling.

He never did the last step, but every time she made her look like she was falling apart. Bai Muzhi hugged her tightly, biting her skin gently, holding her on her body, her hands gradually descending.

Cen Simao's breathing became quick, and she gasped a few times. His eyes were dark and motiony, and the hands stroking her suddenly lifted up and fell down fiercely.

The "-pop" sound was particularly loud.

Cen Simiao froze for a moment, then felt the hot pain in her buttocks, Bai Muzhi slap again, she suddenly red eye circles, this is really painful, how hard it used.

Cen Simiao struggled so hard, shouting in her mouth, "It hurts! It hurts!"

"You let go of me, don't hit ... Ah! It hurts!"

She was held tight by Bai Muzhi and continued to beat hard. Her skin was white and tender, and the red palm prints fell on it.

She didn't dare to lie down all night, and it hurt when she touched it. It must have swelled. She had red eyes and lay tears on the pillow. Bai Muzhi finished applying her medicine, and took the quilt without mercy, covered her, and then turned her back to sleep.

Cen Simiao is particularly sad.

When she ate the next day, she didn't dare to sit in a chair all the time. The girl served the dishes well, and when she was about to put the chicken soup on the table, Bai Muzhi raised her eyes: "Wait."

The girl's gesture was a meal.

He sipped his tea and his voice was cold: "Pour the soup."

Cen Simiao frowned, looking subconsciously, without speaking. He bent the corners of his lips, and the coldness of his eyes condensed into frost: "No matter what you like, you can throw it away if you are tired."

Cen Simiao looked up: "But the leader is talking about me?"

He pursed his lips.

After eating, Bai Muzhi sent Cen Simiao out, called the steward, and asked a few words, all about Cen Simiao.

The affair's affairs were described in detail, including the things she had done to serve Liu Wuzhen before.

Bai Muzhi's eyes were down, his eyes were heavy, he didn't speak any more, and asked after a while, "What's going on in Liu Wuzhen?"

The steward lowered his head for a moment and thought, "That's fine."

Bai Muzhi rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly the manager remembered it and whispered: "It's weird. The girl who waited for Liu Gongzi came to me yesterday, saying that he smashed all the furniture in the house, let me remember to add it. new."

Bai Mu stopped moving.

Guan Shier said to himself, "Liu Gongzi treats people very mildly, why is he so unusual yesterday?"

He didn't hear the response. He raised his head and was shocked. Bai Mu's eyebrows exhaled thick suffocation, his eyes were cold and his face was somber.

When Cen Simiao came back, he felt that something was wrong. She calmly said nothing, she froze, poured a cup of hot tea and walked over, saying softly, "What's wrong, unhappy?"

Bai Muzhi heard her voice and glanced at her. Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and softened her voice: "Always angry, not good for your body, you don't feel bad about yourself, I feel bad, and drank tea."

He ignored.

Cen Simiao suddenly laughed: "If you're mad at me, then you're really stupid. The big deal is throwing me away, I'm just the maid of Xunyoujiao."

Bai Muzhi's jaw tightened, his eyes faintly exasperated: "Do you think I dare not?"

She lowered her eyebrows: "You throw me away and I will die. You might as well kill me with your own hands."

Bai Mu stopped her eyes sinking and heard her say, "If there is one day, I am willing to be killed by you, I don't want to leave you."

He clenched his palms.

Hearing again: "But you have to return the earrings to me first."

Bai Mu frowned.

Xunyoujiao is the richest slave in charge of buying and buying. He usually brings things to the girls, and in private I don't know how much silver has been swallowed. Cen Simiao's jewelry and rouge gouache also asked him to buy.

Bai Muzhi took out the pair of earrings: "Where did you buy this?"

The minion knelt on the ground, looked up for a long time, then hesitated and said, "I have never brought such jewelry before, and it looks very expensive at first glance."

Bai Mu closed his eyes, raised his head, and chuckled.

In the evening, Liu Wuzhen suddenly came to a subordinate there, saying that Bai Muzhi asked him to go for a meal, Liu Wuzhen went to sleep, then sank his face, eyes full of hatred, he closed his eyes and opened again. , And has become the gentle son in weekdays.

Cen Simiao and Bai Muzhi sat together and spoiled him from time to time. She was very well behaved. She seemed to be dressed up with a more delicate eyebrow.

The slender body and soft waist were stopped by Bai Mu, and the two were especially close.

Liu Wuzhen sat in another place, with a wooden face, no expression, just bowed to eat vegetables. Bai Muzhi seemed to be in a good mood, talking more than usual, and even drinking.

Cen Simao softly persuaded him: "Pay attention to your body and drink less."

Bai Mu stopped bending the corners of her lips, grabbed her body, touched her fingertips on her lips, her eyes became dark, and Cen Simiao looked ashamed, don't overdo it: "Don't make trouble."

He pursed his lips and looked at Liu Wuzhen: "I almost forgot you were still here."

Liu Wuzhen moved his throat and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Then I'm going away?"

Bai Muzhi said softly, "That's not necessary."

As soon as the words fell, he kissed Cen Simiao, especially fiercely, and when they stopped, they both gasped. Liu Wudi shattered the wine glass.

Bai Muzhi was unaware, and he took the pair of earrings out of his arms. He smiled on his lips and touched Cen Simiao's earlobe: "I'll put it on you again."

Liu Wuzhen looked at his movements, his eyes were tight, his body was tight.

Bai Muzhi is very greedy tonight.

Cen Simiao didn't dare to see Liu Wuzhen all night, her eyes lashed down, and she waited for Bai Muzhi with all her heart until he slept drunk.

She froze, and was about to lift him to the bed, struggling hard, but didn't move him, and a fine sweat dripped from her forehead.

Suddenly her arm was heavy and dragged up, Liu Wuzhen's eyes were all possessive and dark, almost going crazy: "What do you care about him?"

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled: "My son."

Liu Wuzhen held her, her heart was full of anger, and she rubbed her lips until she was a little bit swollen, and Cen Simiao felt pain.

She reddened her eyes. "My son."

Liu Wuzhen looked at her for a long while, then turned to look at Bai Muzhi who was drunk. His eyes suddenly became cold, and he chuckled, picking up the sword hanging on the wall, and the light flashed.

He went straight to Bai Muzhi.

Cen Simiao frowned, and she wasn't sure if Bai Muzhi was pretending to be drunk. She quickly stopped to stop her, and her voice trembled, "My son, what are you doing!"

Liu Wuzhen stopped, only a few steps away from Bai Muzhi, his expression screamed: "What? I want to kill him!"

Cen Simiao: "My son ... you, don't do this, I'm afraid."

Liu Wuzhen grimace: "He is the leader of the devil, he should be damned. It was my heart to persuade him to abdicate, but he did not repent, and now he takes you away, he **** it!"

Bai Muzhi fell drunk on the ground without feeling.

Liu Wuyi held his sword tightly and looked at Cen Simiao: "What are you afraid of? Once you said, you are willing to do everything for me, willingly. Are you sorry?"

Cen Simiao shook, her eyes flushed: "I, I don't regret it."

Suddenly the man lying on the ground opened his eyes, his eyes clear, and his chill: "What are you talking about?"