MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 94 Uncle X Laohuo Female (3)

The surface of this home seems calm and gentle, but the waves are dark. Everyone's heart is particularly sensitive. When family members change, there must be a process of adaptation.

No one is sure, whether they will live a good life in the future, as close as life since childhood.

But from time to time, Meng Lin lost her temper, and when they did n’t earn any money, she smashed things when she wanted to smash things. She said that when she shook her face, her elders would definitely be dissatisfied and severely scolded.

But it's different here. Instead, they let them take a reassurance pill, thinking that Meng Lin has already integrated into it, and even no longer mentions the original home.

Cen Simiao feels that they are desperately playing a happy scene in the family.

A word from He Yan was like a thunder on the ground, making this home messy. A loud voice sounded suddenly, He Ye and Cen Simiao turned to look, startled. Meng Jun opened his chair with a black face, and put his hands in his pants pockets. The hair on his forehead was blown away by the cold wind on his face.

Father Meng put down the breakfast in his hand and looked at He Ye. Her hands were wiped on the apron, and she took a few steps in a hurry, knowing that he had something to ask.

The wife asked, "when did you leave?"

He Yan whispered, "It's almost forty minutes."

My wife was in a hurry, her voice rising sharply: "Why didn't you tell us early!"

He Yan lowered his eyelashes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were obvious. He listened to the reprimand in a low voice.

Early in the morning, the family started to stop. Cen Simiao raised an eyebrow and turned to go outside. Meng's father glanced over there.

He narrowed his eyes: "It's almost OK."

The work of the original owner was particularly busy, and Cen Simiao was a little helpless after adapting for a few days. Fortunately, the salary is very high, about 30,000 a month, but the savings saved on the account are not much.

It should be spent all before.

Cen Simiao was busy in front of the computer, skillfully opened the mailbox, and looked at the design drafts sent by the customer. I opened the first line and frowned.

Is the brain sick?

Yesterday said that the head of the anime image had long horns. Today, I think that the head is not flat enough.

This manuscript has been revised several times, but it has not passed. Cen Simiao is annoyed to curse. The mouse was going to close, and suddenly I saw a new email.

Fuhua Cup Fashion Design Invitation.

The original owner submitted a manuscript to participate in the selection, and it has passed. My job is to design anime images, but what I want to do is clothing design, but my talent is not strong enough to do well.

The parents of the Meng family saw her work with others, did not stand out from it, and was particularly uncomfortable. Even if the original owner wanted to pursue his dream, he was not supported.

On the contrary, it is particularly good at work.

Cen Simiao sighed and glanced at the date in black font in the lower right corner. Fortunately, until the beginning of the next month.

After finishing this month, get paid and leave. Participating in the competition will definitely not be able to take care of work.

When closing the webpage, she gazed at the name of the organizer's bearer casually. Her eyes tightened for a moment, and she hated her teeth itchingly because it was raining.

I still have a cough.

Lins cited.

He has a wide range of hobbies and interests, and when he meets the eye-catching people, he has to get closer and think about it. He has to pull the matter out before he has to do it to the extreme.

Is sitting in the office and playing computer games.

The mouth kept scolding people, all **** hot chickens, people didn't fight in front of them, but they chose to hide in the grass and be killed by others instantly.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, his teeth biting his mouthpiece, as if venting his anger, grinning his teeth, freeing one hand to hold the cigarette, and playing a half-punch of ashtray in the ashtray.

Out of the company's door, driving the Bentley Manchuria around the world, there are more places to play, all of them are drunk. The lights under the night fog cast a layer of mystery on the whole city, more provocative than the original | cute heart desire | desire.

The silver-gray sweater was worn on the body, and the arms seemed to be not cold, and the sleeves were pushed up halfway. The muscles are strong, and occasionally the larynx knots roll, and the wheat-colored skin shows a touch of sexy.

There is no one in the eyebrows at all.

His car drove to the top speed limit, quite chic, and there were many cars at the intersection, just a traffic light, frowning, and stopped the car.

When the car was started again, the front was crowded, and there was a Polo, slow and slow, and he was always blocking the front. He wanted to turn over, and the roads on both sides were blocked so tightly that he couldn't get in.

In fact, Polo was not slow, but he was too fast before, and stopped abruptly to adapt, and the two cars were particularly discordant.

Honk hard.

Polo obviously heard it, followed by two beeps, and greeted him for the first time. It was very polite. Lin Si drew his lips and snorted, and said, "Hurry up, what about dreaming of marrying your wife on the road?"

Polo extinguished the fire.

He leaned back in the driver's seat, slammed the steering wheel, and cursed: "Fuck!"

Polo fired again, moving forward steadily, leaving a seat in the left lane and driving in. Lin Siyin was particularly irritable. There was no traffic jam in front of her, and she had not responded yet. She quickly extinguished the cigarette butts and rushed out when she stepped on the throttle.

Polo turned on the turn signal, and slowly walked here again. Half of the car has reached in.

The fire in his heart swelled, and it was about to scream, but Poro dropped the window to reveal the woman sitting inside, wearing sunglasses, almost covering most of his face, long chestnut wavy hair, small chin, and flame Red lips.

The smell of the perfume was blown by the wind and reached the tip of the nose.

She turned her head around Lins to seduce the corner of her mouth, and then did not wait for him to swear in his throat and say something. The accelerator accelerated and ran forward. Bai Nen's arm was raised and he threw a paper ball into his convertible.

Lins chased after him, but in front of him was a crossroads, just a traffic light, and saw Baltic's **** disappear.

Gritted his teeth to open the paper ball, and wrote the words with lipstick.

Silly.

His forehead was congested and unhappy. The road ahead was smooth and speeded up, but my heart was getting more and more panicked, and the clenched teeth had not been loosened.

After two more intersections, next to the supermarket convenience store, glanced at it, a car parked at the door, eyes suddenly brightened, lips turned, and eyebrows surged forward.

He ran straight into the car.

Cen Smiao pushed the sunglasses to her forehead and came out of the supermarket with two big bags, just to see the scene of the collision.

Lin Siyin spit out his bad breath badly, raised his chin and turned his head. He saw Cen Simiao standing at the door, stunned, and saw the clothes she was wearing, confirming that she was the master of Polo.

"What's wrong? How much does it cost? Five thousand is dead."

Cen Simiao got out her cell phone and reported it to the Accident Section.

After a while, the two sat side by side and accepted questions. The staff listened to it and looked at the monitoring, which was a rarity. Bentley was responsible for this accident, but Polo shouldn't stop parking illegally and ask them what they plan to do.

Lin Siyin was particularly generous and said that he lost money.

Cen Simiao is particularly greedy and directly claims to lose 100,000.

He sneered: "You **** have it, it's enough to buy a Balo for 100,000 yuan."

She sneered: "No?"

Turning his head and saying to the staff: "Then you detain the car, when will it be clear?"

Lins turned blue and resisted the urge to hit her. In the presence of the staff, they exchanged phone numbers and informed each other of their lives and the place of work.

It is convenient for harmonious communication in the future.

Out of the Accident Section, Lins induced the buddies to call someone to pick him up, his head down, and his face was unhappy. After hanging up, Cen Simiao stepped on the red stiletto heel, passing by, and was very charming.

He chuckled coldly, with a mockery.

Cen Simiao paused and turned to look at him. Lin Si was very deep, that is, he didn't agree with you, and his eyebrows were all disgusting. No one in the world looked down on him. .

She whispered, "I will contact you in the future, and I hope to resolve it sooner."

Lins smiled and laughed.

Cen Simiao's eyebrows fluttered, and her head suddenly turned, staring at him, slowly becoming cold, her jaw tightened, her lips seemingly smiling, and the whole person's temptation was mixed with a few more Proud.

The hand with red nails grabbed his neckline, Lin Si induced conditioned reflexes to push her away, his eyes dropped, his movements pinched slightly, and Cen Simiao's arms wrapped around his neck immediately.

Lin Si refused to lower his head, but looked down, his face still cold. Cen Simiao raised her corners of her mouth, her eyes were cold, her head was on her side, and she stroked her hands on his side: "Is that wrong?"

The sound rays seemed to be air-conditioned.

He didn't say a word.

Raised his hand and patted him on the cheek a few times, seemingly playing tricks: "Is that right?"

The subway station at night became less crowded, and the carriages were not as crowded as during the day. Cen Simiao was sitting on top of it and yawned. Some were sleepy, and her eyes could not be opened, and her head was little by little.

Can't help closing her eyes and squinting for a while, the cold air covered her body, she couldn't help but clenched her arms as if awake. Suddenly I felt that someone was approaching, and I didn't forget to take the bag.

Looks like I'm falling on my body, especially uncomfortable, staring closely. She flinched, opened her eyes sharply, and looked at the carriage warily.

A couple sitting across from the left, looking at the phone, whispering, flirting. A student stood against the railing, carrying a backpack and headphones in his ears.

There are also three aunts close to 50 years old, two of them facing away from her, talking together.

Cen Simao frowned, who was it just now. After arriving at the station, hurry down and ask the system.

I got the answer: "In fact, I didn't dare tell you that this world is not normal. These materials are just superficial, depending on how you play and what kind of scenes can be triggered."

"So what will happen, I can't help, but I will keep you as safe as possible."

Cen Simiao: "..."

On the way home, the main road was picky, and the streets were a little dark, so I didn't dare to go. Just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but felt the back staring.

She tightened instantly.

Looking back vigilantly, it was normal to see four or five people. Cen Simao continued to move forward, and that sight had not disappeared.

She clenched her purse and frowned, pulling out her cell phone from the bag and calling Lins.

After a while there, I picked it up angrily: "How much do you want, don't you **** ..."

Cen Simiao raised her voice, and the street was particularly quiet. Her words were clear and unsound, and she was angry: "You're still alive, talk to me again, **** will tie you up and make you Believe it or not. "

"...?"

"Don't you mess with me. I haven't done anything. You have crashed today. You don't know what kind of person I am? If you mess with me again, maybe I will have to suffer." Get rid of a mixed society.

Lins listened in the clouds and fog.

"I said, blindfolded and tied you up, the dark room is only you, you should not want to try."

He breathed quietly, and suddenly took a quick breath, rolled his throat, and cursed, "Fuck! Get out of here."

The phone hung up and walked to the door.

She trembled, feeling that the staring gaze behind her disappeared.

The living room at home was dark, Cen Simiao opened it, changed his shoes, and walked lightly towards the room. Suddenly he heard the side door sounding next to him. He was surprised and turned his head to look at it. He came out from the inside.

She was relieved.

Holding the dinner plate in his hand, the dishes were still hot. The flavor of the soup was very strong, and he lowered his voice: "Did you eat? Quickly, sit down and eat some."

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she came back from the outside in frightened heart, suddenly feeling a concern, her throat was a little tight, she still had a purse in her hand, and sat at the dining table.

He Yan's eyebrows were bent, watching her eat, Cen Simiao took a bite of the soup, which was particularly delicious: "You still think of me, it's delicious."

He Yan's smiling kindness shook his head and sighed. It was really pitiful: "Mr. Meng asked me to keep it for you. Today the soup boils well for you to taste and tonic."

Cen Simiao took a spoon and raised her head in doubt.

He Yan opened the conversation box: "Mrs. mingled with the gentleman because of something this morning, and went out to live. Meng Lin came back two hours ago, and the young master is not here. What about this family? That's it. "

Cen Simiao frowned, and when he looked up, he comforted He Yan and let her go to sleep first. After eating the meal, Cen Smiao cleaned it up, sent it to the kitchen to wash it out, dried her hands, and stepped back into the living room, dark.

She was preparing to turn on the lights, and suddenly the door upstairs opened, revealing a hint of light, and she looked up.

Meng Lin just came out of Meng's father's room in pajamas and stomped.

Cen Smiao hid in the darkness, and when she entered the room, the living room became a little light again, and then raised her foot and went to the bedroom.

After two consecutive days, Cen Simiao went straight to Lin Siyin's company. When he arrived at the front desk, he called him, and Cen Simiao hung up the phone.

Step on high heels.

Lin Siyin was still playing the game, she was attentive, and after Cen Simiao came in, she did not react at all. She sat aside and waited for the round to end. But it took a long time, Cen Simiao walked over and glanced.

Alas.

Lins heard it and turned his head: "You fart and go aside. Don't get in the way!"

She raised an eyebrow. "That corner is a trap. Don't turn in."

"Tuck him, this place just got through. No more than thirty people have been here. What kind of bulls are you bragging about."

Speaking of seeing the boss hiding in, his muscles were tightened, and his eyes were full of desire to win | Hurrying to chase in, clearly a smooth road, but the smoke suddenly flew.

Obstructing his vision, he couldn't see anything, and he hurriedly zoomed in.

But was still strangled by the boss around.

His face was so blue that he didn't even let out a few words. Cen Simiao blew his whistle. He raised his eyes angrily and leaned back on the chair: "If something happens, hurry up, it's fine."

She put her hand on the desk and, with a little force, sat up. The legs were straight and white and softly: "I want you to lose money."

Lins glanced at her, especially impatient, took the cup and stood to prepare to pour water. Cen Simiao stretched out his hand, and the water left in the cup was instantly spilled on his legs and high heels.

Her face changed, her jaw tightened, her eyes frosty: "I got your shoes wet, what do I do?"

Red high heels stepped on his lower abdomen.