MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 15 Actor X Rich Woman (End of Fifteen)

Cen Simiao is holding a mobile phone.

After brushing for a long time on Weibo, I did not see the photo burst out by Liu Si. Frowning and pursing his lips, he was kind and kind to the artists under him.

Wu Lishen washed the apple, handed her one, and chewed in her mouth, seeing her expression, she knew what she was thinking: "Liu Si is not kind, he has a mind."

Cen Simiao bit her apple and raised her eyes.

He sat next to Cen Simiao: "If Liu Si did that, then any artist would dare sign him. Maybe it will be sold someday."

Cen Simiao glanced at him: "Don't you be sold, wronged?"

He looked down at the apple.

After a while, he whispered, "I have to pay for the kidney medicine."

Weibo refreshed again.

Cen Simao suddenly saw someone sending her pictures of shopping with Wu Lishen. The pictures are pretty good, with long legs, thin waist and small face.

The matching text is not right.

@ 包 保佑 保佑: Encountered them two, have been shopping, and later saw a private wedding dress shop. Are you planning a wedding?

She frowned and waited for an hour to search.

really.

It's all about it.

Cen Simiao held his mobile phone and asked him, "What did you do?"

Wu Li frowned and frowned: "If you don't want to hold a wedding, I don't have any opinion. How can I suspect that I'm tossing something when I see something on Weibo?"

In the end, there is a little grievance.

Cen Simiao didn't believe it at all.

as expected.

Wu Lishen forwarded the Weibo, which was speculated to do the wedding, and said nothing. Cen Simao didn't go to him anymore, and rubbed his forehead on the sofa. After a while, Wu Lishen took the initiative and said, "I slipped my hands."

"However, if I delete it at this moment, will anyone say that I have soft rice, my wife doesn't want to give me a name."

Cen Simiao looked up.

He added, "Will it affect popularity?"

The wedding was very grand. The guests who came to the wedding took a few photos of the interaction between Cen Simiao and Wu Lishen and posted them on Weibo. The comments below were about dog abuse.

So sweet.

Cen Simiao was actually scolding herself, but she was tired. When she was halfway through it, she could not help but tossed her heels, pulled her veil, and flew to the house. She slept into the bed and slept well.

After it was over, she sat down on the chair in her wedding dress, and suddenly felt back pain, and she had no energy. Wu Li tore her tie, unbuttoned her shirt, her eyes full of tenderness, walked to her, and leaned down to squat.

Taking off her high heels gently, the toes that were originally tender and tender became red, and some places were squeezed out of blood.

Sighed in sorrow, rubbing gently with his hands.

Wu Lishen: "Anyway, the skirt is so long, you can wear slippers, and such a high heel is tiring."

Cen Simiao lifted his feet and kicked him.

Wu Lishen quickly dodged, but she shook her body, did not stand firmly, and fell back.

She couldn't help laughing, her eyes narrowed, her expression very happy. Wu Lishen heard the laughter, sitting on the ground with her legs folded, leaning back, slightly lifting her chin, and a smile on her lips.

My eyes are full of petting.

"Ding-the task progress bar is full."

Cen Simiao froze for a moment, her smile converged, and her lips thought for a moment. The system was preparing to take her away, turning over the information of the next world.

She discussed: "Can you overdraw the death benefit of the next world?"

The system doesn't respond, can this still be credited?

Cen Simiao: "I will die a few more times in the next world, and you will let me stay a little longer, making me ill, and slowly die."

The system does not agree.

Cen Simiao: "Okay, let's stay in that world for decades. What do I do with your performance report?"

The system is so angry that bg

Wu Lishen noticed something wrong, he frowned, stood up, and touched Cen Simiao's forehead, seeing her face was not very good: "What's wrong, where is it?"

Cen Simiao softened her voice: "Tired."

Wu Lishen squeezed her face: "Jiao again, I didn't hear enough."

Cen Simiao grabbed his waist, pressed his side to his body, closed his eyes, and felt a little dizzy. In the ear, Wu Lishen was talking, his words were gentle, and he felt extremely secure.

After marriage, Wu Lishen originally planned to go for a honeymoon, opened the map on her mobile phone, and searched for a good place to let Cen Simiao choose. As a result, she always didn't want to eat, she was worried when she saw the meal, and her health was not good.

At first Wu Lishen thought she wanted to lose weight and trained her a few times. He later realized that something was wrong. He pondered for a while and hesitated to ask.

"Are you going to be a dad? Isn't it that pregnant women are prone to nausea?"

Cen Simiao glanced: "Have you ever seen a pregnant woman who had just gone a few days ago?"

Wu Li lost her hair and dragged her to the hospital.

Cen Simiao was very clear in her heart that she didn't want to go to the hospital for gastroscopy and suffered anyway. However, she refused to go anyway. After a month, she could only drink some porridge.

The whole person lost weight.

Wu Li's anxious mouth blistered, she couldn't sleep every day, her eyes were dark and black, and she lost a lot of weight. Seeing this, Cen Simiao went to the hospital and was particularly uncomfortable when doing gastroscopy.

The test results came out and was not ill.

Wu Lishen looked at the test sheet, looking sad, smoking one after another. When she saw Cen Simiao, she looked relaxed and deliberately said that she did not eat to lose weight.

Cen Simiao didn't justify, took chopsticks to eat vegetables.

Wu Lishen suddenly understood what the old man used to say to children when he was a kid. It wasn't like asking you to eat, it was like asking you to be punished.

He clenched his fists, his eyes flushed.

Cen Simiao is still stuck.

Wu Lishen took the chopsticks with anger, but his voice choked a little: "Don't eat it, this meal is too bad."

Cen Simiao looked down and looked at the dishes on the dining table, all of which she likes to eat, and Wu Li Shen made every effort. She pursed her lips. "It's delicious."

Wu Lishen suddenly hugged her: "We can't find it here. We'll check it abroad."

She opened her mouth and said nothing, "um".

The day before going abroad, the system said it could not be dragged anymore.

Cen Simiao looked at Wu Lishen who was packing, and her eyes were raised: "Let's go."

She was lying on the bed, feeling dizzy, the whole person fluttered, Wu Lishen's figure became more and more blurred, and moved her lips.

Wu Lishen's body was stiff, as if she had a feeling, and she suddenly turned her head, looked at Cen Simiao's position, and shouted to her, but she didn't respond.

Quickly ran over, panicked, and the suitcase on the ground flipped.

He went to the bed, took Cen Simiao's hand, and called her a few times, but no one answered him anymore.

After a while, Wu Li sank her head down, expressionless, staring at her with calm eyes. He moved his lips: "Sister Cen."

Still no response.

His eyes were red, and tears fell on Cen Simiao's clothes.