MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 92 Little Uncle X Laohu Female (1)

"Bring my bag."

Meng Lin stood in the porch, bent over and put on her shoes. She just took a step towards the door and suddenly stopped. She turned to look at the hanger, hung several coats, and flipped over, she didn't see the bag.

Finally he saw it on the sofa, and He Xuan quickly took it to her.

Meng Lin took it and went out, asking casually: "Is brother out?"

I didn't want to wait for someone to respond. One foot had already stepped out. He Yan closed the door behind her and replied properly: "No, he should be taking care of Lu Qiu now."

As soon as the words came out, he frowned, and suddenly he felt a little flustered and didn't feel good.

Sure enough, Meng Lin stopped and turned around. A cashmere coat lined her already tall figure, more temperamental, but her face was particularly ugly. She lowered her eyes and looked upstairs again.

She stooped to take off her shoes and then went in, overhearing the phone in her bag.

Call your reason back, and you can't get it right because of these things. But still full of grievances. She said to He Yan: "Let him take good care of him, just say what I left before leaving, and wish them brother and sister forever."

Shake his face and leave.

He Yan sighed and shook his head. This girl is pathetic, but she does not do it kindly. Meng Lin was supposed to grow up here in a particularly wealthy place, but was wrongly held when she was born. Although the condition of the family is also good, it can be compared to this place and become a world.

Meng Lin managed to find her, and she was especially good to her. But the house over there didn't let people go, and came over and over again. He turned a blind eye to his own daughter, Lu Qiu.

Mr. and Mrs. kind, even if they hold the wrong one, no matter how much Lu Qiu has raised for so many years, she stayed with her.

But after a long time, Meng Lin changed her mind, but Mrs. Fan smiled at Lu Qiulu, and her face was somber that she could not talk to Mrs. Mrs. for several days.

Over time, Lu Qiu got a cold face.

The young master Meng Jun had not been close to Lu Qiu since he was a child. But after meeting Meng Lin, the feeling of being an elder brother was found. Afraid to affect Meng Lin's mood, she tried to send Lu Qiu to her real biological parents.

Lu Qiu moved out of the original bedroom.

The dining table became a seat with the servant.

The clothes in the closet range from brand names to present-day stalls.

My parents' pet was almost lost instantly, and became a poor worm that no one wants.

These are the most obvious changes. Lu Qiu came over with his teeth. After all, these things did not belong to her, and there was nothing to yell at.

But until Meng Lin snatched her boyfriend.

Be prepared to talk about marriage.

Meng Lin stepped on high heels, her eyebrows were very similar to Mrs. But the emotion inside was too exposed, and the ridicule was not concealed. No more "

"I'm not robbing, it's my property that should have been retrieved."

Lu Qiu's mood collapsed, she cut her wrist in the bathroom and committed suicide, but fortunately she was rescued and returned. But Lu Qiu was indeed dead. The reason why she could still breathe was because she changed her core and became Cen Simiao.

Meng Jun learned the antecedents and consequences, panic in her heart, knew that Meng Lin was wrong, but she could not bear to blame her. Although Lu Qiu is not close to him, he has been living together for so many years and is better than strangers.

At the moment, the doctor was giving drips to Cen Simiao. She was lying pale on the bed with a pale expression. He opened his mouth and called her.

Cen Simao looked up, very weak, and Meng Jun pursed her lips. "Parents and mothers have been busy recently. You can rest assured at home."

She lowered her eyelashes and said softly after a while: "I know, I won't tell my parents, let them worry."

Meng Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

The door suddenly opened, revealing a seam, but He Yan lowered his voice, but the room was small, and he heard it very clearly, and learned Meng Lin's words by 90%.

Meng Jun's face changed, and he hurried out.

Meng Lin was sitting in the car, Lin Ge next to her lips smiled and coddled, holding the steering wheel in her hand and coaxing her in her mouth, but Meng Lin did not smile for a long time.

Still angry.

When Meng Jun's phone came, she shut down instantly and refused to answer.

Cen Simiao, who was lying in bed with a hanging bottle at this moment, felt that the world was too neurotic, and it was completely cannon fodder setting, and there was no room for breathing.

The system frowned, opened the mission information, and pointed at the goal of this strategy: "Why not? He hasn't gone bankrupt yet, hurry up to hook up."

She glanced at the target profile.

The uncle of the boyfriend whose original owner was stolen.

Lins cited.

There was no conspiracy, and no one hurt him. The reason he was unlucky was that he lived too nourishing, and sought out a stimulus, and invested all his money in a project, and lost all.

The last asset on hand was sold, the employees were paid, and then they jumped off the building with great enthusiasm.

The original owner has met with Lin Siyin, Cen Simiao is particularly worried, can this be linked up?

A month later, the wound on his wrist was healed, and a scar fell. Cen Simiao bought a five-yuan jade bracelet from the stall to cover it.

When she went out, she bumped into Mrs. Ms., and she lowered her head and stood aside, her lips pursed for a long time before she said hello. The wife saw the jade bracelet on her wrist at a glance, and immediately frowned: "What to do with this kind of thing."

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled.

At the beginning, they were very happy when they found themselves Meng Lin, and at the same time they could not let go of the original owner, but as time went on, they felt more and more guilty that Meng Lin had not been able to grow her up at home. She took possession of Meng Lin.

Coupled with the original owner ’s biological parents, they often come here to make a fuss, looking for Meng Lin to go back.

Where does the gentleman and his wife look good?

The city is full of traffic lights at the beginning of the lantern festival. When the streets became less crowded, the bar began to binge.

Champagne and red wine were placed on a table. The wine of any color in the glass was opened to the throat, flushed, and the wine was over the head. The body swayed with the music that stimulated the eardrum.

Lin Si was sitting on the deck, his collar ripped apart, his throat twitching, and occasionally two drops of wine on his chin, his face flushed slightly, and a wave wafted through his eyebrows.

Leaning back, the body was very hot, holding the collar and continuing to pull down, faintly seeing the chest muscles.

His eyes were more unruly than before, and he was less calm. As soon as a whistle was blown, a person sitting next to him suddenly had a strong fragrance. He usually hated these things most, and frowned almost instantly.

In the women's pile here, the clothes are really not exposed, the body wrapped in tight skirts is uneven, the neckline is slightly open, and the inside is looming, the waist is very thin, the legs are long, and it is especially attractive under the flashing lights.

He narrowed his eyes and saw only a side face, just about to look carefully. The woman suddenly leaned forward, took the wine glass on the table, and filled it with wine. The earrings on Bai Nen's earlobe dangle.

Snorted: "You're really familiar with it. It's so bold to take wine from someone else's table."

The drinking glass paused.

Lins raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Cen Simiao bowed her head slightly, her red lips were stained with wine, and she twitched the tip of her tongue slightly, with a smile on her lips, soft words, but with a catchy tone: "I was already very familiar, uncle Forgot me? "

He frowned.

It has always been unremembering, especially the girlfriends of other people, and they can't catch it, they grab it. Another is that they may change it when they don't.

Cen Simiao bowed her head, drank the wine with her own eyes, and smiled sweetly, but her eyes were full of sadness, her nose was sore, and her tears fell down.

Lin Siyin flashed a picture in her head, she was standing sideways, her character was restrained, and her eyes were full of love.

He couldn't remember who it was.

As I was about to ask, Cen Simiao had red eyes, turned her head to look at him, and kept crying, without saying a word. Lin Siyin threw her a tissue and was impatient: "Who do you care about me? Go away after crying."

Cen Simiao shook her head.

He stared: "What do you want to do?"

She glanced at the wine on the table and silently took another glass and poured it.

Special grievance: "Want to drink."

"Then you buy it." What are you doing here?

Cen Simiao was particularly frank: "Can't afford it."

In the end, I was a little impressed, and I did n’t lack alcohol and drink. I didn't want to tear my face. Lins turned her head away and ignored her. Cen Simiao irrigated her mouth, her cheeks became red, and she kept pumping.

Attracted the attention of many people.

Although there are many things to drink in the bar, but like Cen Simiao who shed tears silently, do not yell and drink, the key is to look good, a pitiful appearance, really attractive.

She held up a glass of wine, just as Lins stretched out his hand to get it, and their hands came together. Lins frowned, and let go of his hand to get another cup.

Cen Simiao was drunk, and she had half a cup left in her hand, and looked at the full cup in her left hand, a little confused, and passed on to Lin Si: "You drink, you drink."

Lins frowned, and saw half a glass of wine, and a prominent lipstick mark.

It doesn't matter.

As she stretched forward and forward, Lins felt annoying, and reached out to push, her strength grew, and the wine spilled on her instantly. Lins glanced impatiently, but froze.

The clothes were wet a lot, and the smooth thighs were stained with wine, which was particularly attractive under the light.

Cen Simiao was a little bit shy: "Do you want to drink like this?"

Two slender legs stretched towards him.