MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 77 Unscrupulous Man X Drama Girl (2)

Cen Simiao moved back to the Xu family.

In the middle of the courtyard is a pond. The water is especially clear. The sunlight in the late autumn is not as strong as that in summer. The red carp in the water twists its tail and jumps out of the water from time to time. Next to it is a corridor. The granite floor can be seen when you step on it.

There are several guest rooms, but they are also graded. Cen Simiao lived in one of them, at the corner. For more than a decade, if the Xu family had guests staying, she was especially careful to avoid going out as much as possible, in case she bumped into someone.

A casually said, "Ah, this is the child your husband raised?"

The tone was kind, and there was a smile on his lips, and the person next to him nodded and said yes.

The original owner felt uncomfortable all over his body, his face was ashamed, and he felt that others were laughing at her as a gum, and he couldn't stick it.

The bed was really soft.

Cen Simiao rolled on the bed with her pillow, and a laptop was placed on the bedside table, which should be used by the original owner. She picked it up smoothly and it worked very smoothly.

I was about to download the game, and suddenly the original penguin logged in automatically.

She glanced.

In the recent contact list, there are all class groups. Occasionally one or two seek her out, let her send homework answers. Dragging down again, the head is particularly gentle, a touch of wine red at the end of the eyes, revealing coquettishness.

He looks good.

Hour light °

If there is magic

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It turned out that she had the courage to confess her courage, but when Cen Simiao went to school on the first day, she never saw a friend say hello to her, nor did she secretly.

If there is magic

This message was sent at six in the evening, and it was not returned until eleven noon the next day.

Hour light °

If there is magic

The news came right away.

Hour light °

Hour light °

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Putting the computer aside, she slowly took off her clothes, wearing only underwear, walking near the door with a dressing mirror. She has a particularly good figure. She touched her chest, soft and fair, and the clavicle was just right. The waistline was slender and slowly extended to the hips.

With both legs, the skin is firm and delicate, long and thin.

Cen Simiao laughed a little, showing a charming appearance on her slightly tender face.

Early in the morning, it was not yet dawn. The kitchen has begun to be lively, and the servant at home, Li Yan, is busy. The chef makes lunch and dinner, and she prepares breakfast.

Sometimes Xu Zhiheng is not at home, Li Yan saves a lot of light, make sandwiches so that the original owner takes school, and then concentrate on cooking the old lady's meal.

Cen Simiao just stayed last night. Many people haven't responded yet. She usually gets up very early, and can't wait to open her eyes to go to school.

Li Yan thought she had moved away and was no longer here.

Xu Zhiheng sat at the dining table, holding the watch in his hand, and gently buckled it on his wrist. Breakfast was set up, and the cup was filled with milk. He picked it up, his knuckles were clear, especially slender.

Hurrying footsteps sounded at the door.

Looking up, Cen Simiao was carrying a schoolbag, flustered, walking towards the dining table, she lowered her head, peered at the dining table, and sandwiched on it.

He picked it up subconsciously, and raised his eyes and trembled instantly.

"First ... sir."

Tightened and looked at him timidly.

Xu Zhiheng took a sip of milk, lowered the cup, turned his head to look at her, and moved his brows: "Sit down and eat."

The voice was low, clearly speaking mildly, but with a sense of intolerance.

Cen Simiao looked at the door and looked at Xu Zhiheng carefully. He had turned his head to eat. Turned and sat lightly on the chair, afraid to make a sound.

Sit face to face with him.

Suddenly, when he saw the empty plate in front of him, his eyes widened and he felt uneasy. The sandwich just now belonged to his plate.

She stood up hesitantly, and Xu Zhiheng raised his eyes again, just to see her tiptoe, secretly putting a sandwich on the plate.

Cen Simiao's face suddenly appeared embarrassed, and her cheeks were red.

Xu Zhiheng glanced at the sandwich: "Don't eat it?"

She bit her lip and nodded, then picked up her schoolbag and walked outside, her feet were much steady, but she still looked anxious. Xu Zhiheng drank all the milk and fell down on the sandwich. He didn't pick it up and wiped his mouth with a paper towel.

Suddenly frowning: "Li Li."

A thin woman came in hurriedly outside, her hair was gathered behind her, and wrinkles in the corners of her eyes were obvious. Just now I saw Cen Simiao ran out, and she felt a shock in her heart before she remembered that she had returned to the Xu family.

Just thinking about saving things today, stole back to laziness, and made one less meal.

With a flattering smile in his mouth: "Sir, are you looking for me?"

She must be bragging about her cooking.

The house was particularly quiet, with the ticking sound of a wall clock.

Li Yan just asked again.

He looked up: "Where is her breakfast?"

Cen Simiao was too hungry during class in school. From time to time, I covered my stomach and stared at the book, all I had in mind was eating.

The original owner is too honest. He doesn't even have a penny in his hand. Can't he usually add a few more groups to grab red packets? You can buy a sugar ball if you have enough money.

The original owner's mother left her a large part, not because of money, but for love. The original hostess liked to be alone when she was young, and she was especially loving together. But then the man went out to work hard, and gradually no news.

The original mother-in-law later married, and lived a good life without having to endure the hardships of fighting together. Later, when I met my former lover at the party, my heart became lively.

She wanted to relive her old dreams, but the man already had a wife at home, and by virtue of this he had everything he has now. Divorce doesn't work. The original aunt was so hot that she wanted to divorce herself and then secretly deal with him.

The original father said he didn't agree with anything, and it was designed to be dead. The original mother took the money in front of the man and said that having the money nearby would definitely not drag him down.

Since then he has been living like a shadow. But gradually I felt uncomfortable and always wanted to sit in the main room. I thought of an idea and went to Xu Zhiheng again.

At that time, the original owner was already under pressure to commit suicide.

The original host mother cried so badly that she always ran out because she couldn't accept the death of the original host's father.

I figured it out and then came back. It turned out to be like this. I was thinking straight away. The money that disappeared from the account had nothing to do with her.

Xu Zhiheng didn't believe a word, so he asked the original aunt to go to work in the company. Then investigate her in the back. As a result, after a while, the original aunt joined the company's director, and then went to the top.

The journey was particularly smooth.

Holding the company secrets in front of the lover, and then the lover's company grew stronger, and married her to the house. Xu Zhiheng was just pitted by her once.

The lover is Gao Yuan's father.

Cen Simiao snorted, the original host mother's character is really not inherited.

When it was time for lunch, I hurried to the cafeteria, especially anxious. When he got there, he froze instantly. Hurrying in the morning, patronizing Xu Zhiheng at home, but forgot to get a meal card.

Gao Luyuan was sitting at the dining table. The food was already prepared. She was peeling shrimp. Cen Simiao stood not far away, staring at the food in the window: "I'm going, Xu's pit? After you come out from there , Can't even afford to eat now? "

Big guys are used to discipline, even in the cafeteria, the noise is not loud. Gao Luyuan's sentence was so clear that he couldn't help turning his head to look.

Cen Simao suddenly stared at countless eyes.

There was no overwhelming expression on her face, and she pursed her lips, Gao Yuan stared at her, with bad intentions in her eyes, shook her head, and her red hair was particularly prominent: "Hungry or hungry? Or I invite you to eat?"

Cen Simiao walked over, counting his own table, and sat a total of four people, empty chairs. Cen Simao stood in front of him, Gao Yuan dismissed her eyes disdainfully, but she hadn't seen her leave, and her eyes glanced impatiently.

Just as she leaned forward, the fullness of her chest was silhouetted in the wide school uniform.

He froze.

Cen Simao dragged the empty chair over and made a harsh noise, sitting beside him, looking at Gao Luyuan sideways.

"Okay, you ask me." Red lips moved slightly.

The canteen immediately started to coax, let Gao Lu Yuan do not counsel, he frowned, his adolescent face showed awkwardness, and looked up and cursed: "I **** | your grandfather, little foolishness before Lao Tzu."

At Cen Simiao again: "Hurry up."

He threw the shrimp into his mouth, and Cen Simiao's lips gave a smile. Gao Lu just saw it, and his heart felt uncomfortable.

Cen Simiao: "Wait for you to invite me to dinner."

Gao Lu Yuan's heart burst into flames, wasn't it obvious to find a difference, can't find the steps. Holding the chicken thigh in his mouth and biting one side: "Come, have the ability to eat this."

He leaned back in his chair with his chin raised.

Liu Muyi, who was watching next to her, was anxious, walked over and grabbed Cen Simiao, with a sweet voice: "She must be out of mind, so I'll pull her away."

Cen Simao wondered, looking back, this man looks exactly like the **** the penguin's head.

Sit back again, she still had to drag, but saw Cen Simao suddenly stand up again, bent slightly, lowered her head closer, Gao Yuan Yuan's eyes showed indifferent, but saw her getting closer.

His eyes were staring at him, like Qiushui, and the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, making people feel oppressed.

Gao Luyuan looked away, but felt a warm breath, could not help looking at her again, her red lips opened slightly, full and tempted.

He froze.

My heartbeat began to speed up and I couldn't help but clenched my fists.

Just barely.

Gao Yuan's eyelashes trembled.

The smile in her eyes was gentle.

Suddenly an exclamation: "Look!"

Cen Simao's ears were tightly twisted, her teeth grinned, she jumped up from the chair, and the chicken legs in her mouth fell down. Open your mouth and curse: "You **** play Lao Tzu, I **** | you ..."

Pushing her hand away, the anger rushed to her forehead, raised her arm and was ready to wave down.

Cen Simao put her face in front of her eyes, and her red lips lightly said, "You want to hit me?"

The voice is delicate.

He paused.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes and lowered her head, picked up the water on the table and splashed at him.

"If you don't hit me, then I'm welcome."