All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Meng's parents' bedroom has never locked the door. As long as it is a person in this family, they can go in, reach out and open the quilt, and quietly put in a dagger.

It can't be hurt, it's just a warning.

The wife was panicked, staring at the knife, her body trembling, but her fists were clenched, and the anger in her heart was about to burn her. When she was young, her temperament was very coquettish and she was older. Although she had increased her experience, she did not converge at all.

Everyone has to do what she wants.

At that time, Meng's father was able to stand out from many suitors. He relied on a tolerable temperament. No matter how much his wife was, he was extremely gentle and repeatedly resigned.

At night, no one in the Meng family could sleep peacefully and was called by his wife. Before going downstairs and walking to the living room, she deliberately aimed at the bedroom's dressing mirror and gathered her hair so that a few strands of hair fell on her neck.

The pyjama dress was covered with a thin coat, but it was open, exposing a large white. There was a touch of pride in her pride.

There were several people sitting on the sofa in the living room. Meng Lin couldn't open her eyes sleepily. Leaning on Meng Jun's shoulder, there was no sleepiness on his face. The wife came down the stairs, took off her thin coat, and covered Meng Lin.

A thin suspender skirt that wrapped her figure and kept it very well. The complexion was pale and the light fell on it, adding a touch of ambiguity.

She had a dagger in her hand, her eyes and eyes were cold, her jaw was tight, her arms fell down, and she inserted the dagger directly on the solid wood coffee table.

Meng Lin suddenly awakened, startled, Shen Wanzhi sat beside her, slightly rough hands patted Meng Lin, soothing her. Liu Yuchi frowned slightly, lowered her neck and raised her head to look at his wife: "Speak well, don't make your own nature."

The wife pursed her lips, glanced at him, and snorted coldly, "Yes, I can compare with you, I have to think twice."

Liu Yu frowned and was about to speak, and suddenly heard Meng Lin exclaimed: "It hurts, who hit me?"

The wife's eyes swept away. Shen Wanzhi's hand had not been taken off Meng Lin's shoulder. Meng Lin was awake. The sleepy energy had passed. She walked away from Shen Wanzhi angrily and sat next to Meng's father.

Father Meng rubbed the back of Meng Lin's hand, and gave a cold snorting: "Say something quickly, stay in the living room at night, we have nothing to do, but the couple still have to rest together."

Liu Yu was lagging behind.

The wife's original calm mood was aroused again, and she originally suspected that it was Shen Wanzhi. At this moment, all came to Father Meng, grabbed his neckline, and let out.

Father Meng gritted his teeth and did not move.

The wife was scolding more and more vigorously, and said all the unpleasant things, and the slender eyebrows were twisted, the meanness and ridicule on the faces were particularly obvious: "Are the husband and wife to rest together?"

She glanced at Liu Yuchi.

He coughed slightly and looked away unnaturally.

When the wife had to talk again, she heard Liu Yuchi say again: "Is it enough to make trouble, go back and rest for a while, it's too late now, I have something to say tomorrow."

The wife closed her mouth, showing unwillingness on her face, and looked at Liu Yuchi again. She was suddenly pushed suddenly, and fell to the ground suddenly, and fell very painfully.

Father Meng walked over with a somber face: "Are you when I died?"

She was a little embarrassed. She did not expect that Meng would treat her like this, and her eyes became wet immediately, and she felt aggrieved: "Divorce tomorrow!"

As soon as the words came out, the people present had different expressions.

At dawn, Meng's parents moved from the living room to the bedroom and continued to quarrel. Cen Simiao yawned and walked to the company, and met Meng Lin at the door, and she also couldn't open her eyes.

Every day thinking about the design draft is a bit tedious. Cen Simiao puts down her pen and touches her cell phone to find Lin Siyin. He hangs up the phone and does not answer it.

She froze.

The phone rang again the next second and Lins called.

"Are you nervous?"

He was very lazy, with an uncle's tone: "There are too many people looking for me every day, and refusal has become a habit. You see how much face you have, and I will call you."

Cen Simiao laughed softly.

Lin Si glanced at the plan that he had just made, and he hesitated for the first time in his heart. He always did what he wanted when he invested.

Win a drink, eat meat and buy a BMW, lose and climb to a tall building, head down and jump.

But not this time.

The project is particularly tempting and is provoking investor ambitions and courage. His eyes were deep, he stared for a while, set aside, and rubbed his forehead.

When she was off work, she followed Lin Siyin back to him. There are still dishes in the refrigerator that I bought last time in the supermarket. The two did not order a takeaway. He rolled up his sleeves, stood in front of the faucet, bent slightly, and carefully washed the dishes.

Cen Simiao looked at him sideways, and bent her eyes.

Lins glanced up. "Why, fancy me, and want to rush home?"

She had a plate of fruit salad in her hand, a fork of an apple, her red lips slightly open, and she took a bite. When she heard what he said, her mouth ticked and said softly: "Wash well, if I do n’t wash it, I can eat it all at once. Don't eat. "

Turn around and walk to the living room.

After taking a few steps, I stopped my feet and turned to look at him: "Remember not to put ginger, remember to remove the peppercorns. If you see a peppercorn grain, try it."

Then she took an elegant step, went outside, sat on the sofa, and ate fruit salad in a particularly noble manner.

Lins raised an eyebrow: "Your uncle."

At eight in the evening, the table was full of dishes. Cen Simiao's chopsticks kept on, Lin Siyin stripped crab legs aside, and then sent to her lips.

With his fingertips scorching warm and numb, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Cen Simiao's mouth. I unknowingly read her name, her voice was low, like a whisper in her ears in the darkness at night, with a seductive temptation and a hot gasp.

Cen Simiao frowned, looking up at him. Lin Si's eyes were straight, staring at her all the time, her throat knot rolled. She lowered her eyelashes, and gently touched his trousers with her feet, slowly moving upwards.

The sound of his breathing was getting heavier.

Until Cen Simiao's feet fell in place, he stepped inadvertently, and he frowned, unable to help snorting. She was disgusted in her eyes: "Can you bear it?"

He shook his head.

Cen Simiao looked at the sofa: "You go there for a while, I want to eat."

Immediately withdrew his feet and devoted himself to eating without looking at him.

Linds felt inexplicably wronged.

Shouted her.

Suddenly a glance, cold.

Unhappy, he left the chair frowning, sitting on the sofa with his buttocks, Cen Simiao swallowed the food, and took a moment to say, "Be light, what if the sofa is broken?"

Didn't Lin Siyin look at her with interest, and didn't he worry about angering him?

Cen Simiao really didn't worry, this person usually looked quite normal, but when he fell in love, he became particularly strong, and even a little bit of things can be uncomfortable. A few days ago, because she stayed a little longer when she took the courier, he was unhappy when he returned.

Coaxing for a long time will not work.

Cen Simao later ignored him, but Lin Siyin was even more energetic, sitting opposite her with staring eyes, and opened his mouth to complain, a kind of sorrow.

He said, "Do you treat me as your boyfriend? I'm so uncomfortable, you're still playing games."

Cen Simiao glanced at the phone and looked up again: "Why don't you come for a round?"

Lin Siyin was instantly frustrated and didn't talk to Cen Simiao for a long time.

When she reacted, Lins led a person to hide in the study, the curtains opened, he sat on a chair, and the light spilled through him through the window, his expression was especially lost.

Cen Simiao frowned subconsciously.

He pursed his lips, "You come to me for what, play your game."

She immediately turned away.

Almost instantly, there was a sound of gurgling at the table behind him.

Cen Simao turned his head back again, his angry expression changed to complain: "You go, why don't you go."

She leaned against the door frame: "Lin, you **** give me morals, believe it or not, I'll kill you."

The headache of living here makes me feel weird at the Meng family. Cen Simiao lived with Lin Siyin for several days, thinking that she should return to Meng's house. As soon as she stepped into the door, she heard movement on the sofa.

The wife sat there, the weather was cold, but the room was warm, and she looked particularly good in a long skirt. The skirt stretched to the middle of the thigh, and beside it sat Liu Yuchi, holding his wife's feet in his hand and kneading gently.

Cen Simiao frowned and hid out the door immediately.

The wife whispered softly in her mouth, and Liu Yu smiled lowly, bending her lips and staring at her. The wife's eyelashes trembled, and she felt his massaged hands become caresses, and suddenly scratched her feet.

He immediately felt itchy and kicked him lightly.

Liu Yu Chi loosened his hand and leaned towards her side, almost, the two of them were stuck. His eyes were heavy, and the gold-rimmed glasses were more elegant.

She pursed her lips and turned away. "Blame him for pushing me, otherwise he won't hurt his feet."

Liu Yuchi raised an eyebrow, "Where is there any injury besides the feet?"

The wife froze and suddenly felt a heat around her waist, stroking gently, and he asked, "Are there any injuries here?"

She trembled. "No."

Her hands continued to fumble, and the skin exposed to the air was almost touched. When she stopped after a while, she gasped slightly. Glancing at Liu Yuchi, pursing his lips: "You let go of me, I want to go back to the room."

He released his hand in response.

The wife stood up softly, looked at the stairs, and took a step, but as a result, she stumped under her feet and fell into Liu Yu's arms.

He chuckled: "Your feet are inconvenient, I will take you back to your room."

The sound of footsteps sounded, and Cen Simiao watched it. What kind of drama was this singing? She rubbed her palms with cold hair, and her heartbeat was extremely fast.

Glancing inside again, Shen Wanzhi popped up, staring at their back, his face was somber, took the tea cup on the table and smashed them.

But landed on the ground next to it and broke apart instantly.

Liu Yu looked back later, staggered, and said with a convincing tone: "She's hurt her foot, and it's inconvenient to return to the room. I'll take her there and come back in a while.

Shen Wanzhi's face was iron-blue and his lips trembled: "Who are you?"

Liu Yuchi ignored her and went upstairs to open his wife's bedroom. Two people entered and the door closed again. Seems to form two worlds with the living room.

Cen Simao hides outside, frowning. After a while, I looked again. Shen Wanzhi was still there, with a gloomy atmosphere. Twenty minutes have passed, and Liu Yuchi has not yet arrived.

She raised her eyebrows, and was going to go out. She couldn't wait here, it was too cold.

Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps, I wish I could smash through the ground. Shen Wanzhi went upstairs, walked to the door of his wife's room, and shoved the door open. There were no locks, and those unpleasant sounds came to his mind instantly.

She widened her eyes.

If Cen Simiao hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought that it hadn't happened at all, and Shen Wanzhi hadn't yelled or even mentioned it before everyone.

But if she didn't mention it, it didn't mean that the wife didn't kick her nose to face.

The wife stays at home every day, and whenever she sees Meng's father, her mouth is divorced. Turn around and follow Liu Yu Chi Mili to adjust the oil. She was still thinking about living with Father Meng, and she had to make a decision before.

But this man really couldn't help but dial, once he opened his head, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Father Meng didn't agree with the divorce at all. His wife was so anxious that she didn't carry her, and directly linked with Liu Yuchi in front of him. Meng's father never appeared to be out of control that night.

Liu Yu bent her eyes slowly: "He's really infatuated with you."

As if the wife had heard the joke, she glanced at Liu Yuchi, his eyes were confused, and she was kissed around her neck.

There is no infatuation, but it is because of property. Meng's father was originally a poor man. He married her today. If the divorce is not too old, it is better than it is now.

He was extremely vain, how could he endure it.

The wife lay in his arms and said softly, "Let's go dreaming. My money is for you."

Liu Yu laughed late.

That night, Liu Yuchi's room was not very flat. Shen Wanzhi threw all the quilt pillows on his head, his expression full of anger, anxious to eat people, holding his palms, and shouting at him, "Do you want to lose face!"

Liu Yu put the quilt in a hurry, straightened the collar, and a dressing mirror was hanging on the wall, reflecting his figure, and there was a lipstick mark on his neck.

He said softly, "Okay, don't bother. It's late, lie down and sleep."

After speaking, he had to take off his clothes. Shen Wanzhi took a cup and smashed at him, which was still filled with freshly boiled water. He immediately grinded his teeth and grinned, and could no longer maintain Sven's style.

He hurriedly took off his clothes, touched his back, and looked at the water-soaked sweater: "This material cannot be washed with water. You pour water on me, how can I wear it!"

He widened his eyes with anger inside.

There was a ridiculous smile on Shen Wanzhi's old face, and his lips were clenched tightly: "Do you really want to divorce me?"

Liu Yu was silent.

She sneered: "You pitted me all my life, I knew this already, why didn't you leave for a dozen years!"

Liu Yu looked up slowly.

Shen Wanzhi narrowed his eyes and brought contempt: "Because she is bored and doesn't want you anymore, you forgot that you were like a dog at the beginning, asking me to let me forgive you."

He suddenly became irritable: "That's enough."

Shen Wanzhi sneered.

Liu Yuchi stared at her with a shameless expression on her face: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you also benefit from it?"

Shen Wanzhi gritted his teeth, and his face suddenly became wrong. He almost squeezed out his voice: "Don't bully people too much."

Over the past few days, the Meng family has been overcast, and Meng Lin's arrogance has begun to lower her voice unconsciously. She can't find anyone to complain about grievances. Meng Jun has been away from home recently, and only came back late at night.

Cen Simiao occasionally stayed late at Lin Siyin once and bumped into Meng Jun, and his coldness grew deeper and deeper. She lowered her eyelashes without a snoring noise, but suddenly her eyes tightened.

Meng Jun's shoes were dirty again, and it was almost impossible to find a clean place, all mud.

The next morning, before dawn, Cen Simiao woke up, and her mouth was particularly dry. She got up from the bed and was about to open the door, but heard the noise on the staircase corridor.

Open a gap quietly.

The wife raised her chin slightly, her eyes were extremely contemptuous, and she was impatient with her eyebrows.

Shen Wanzhi stood in front of her, with her back to Cen Simiao, she could not see her expression, but felt her voice sharp: "You woman is really shameless, always thinking of harming others."

The wife sneered: "I do harm to others? It should be you who harmed me in the right way. So many years have occupied my daughter and held my lover. Are you shameless?"

I didn't look at her again after talking, and turned downstairs to get milk in the living room.

Shen Wanzhi didn't move for a long time. He dropped his head and wondered what he was thinking.

Cen Simiao felt that these conversations were particularly wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong. She closed the door and suddenly the phone vibrated. She picked it up and watched.

Lins cited that she had no time to accompany her and was investigating an investment project recently. Cen Simiao yawned and pressed a few words on the phone screen.

OK, you go.

Is preparing to send, suddenly acted, and then quickly deleted, and asked the system if this is the project that caused Lins to lead the last home.

The system was particularly refreshing this time: "Yes."

Cen Simiao quickly changed to get Lins to lead.

He didn't leave the office. He was very happy to see Cen Simiao come over, and whistled. The injustice between the eyebrows was instantly revealed: "Why, think of me like this, just telling you to be busy for a while, you can't stand Anymore? "

Cen Simiao glanced at him.

Lins was inexplicable, looking down at himself: "I'm very clever, how handsome."

She walked on high heels: "I'm here to tell you, when you are going to jump off the building, remember to introduce me to a boyfriend first."

"I'm afraid of loneliness."

In a word, Cen Simiao couldn't feel the lonely companionship all day. She was sore and exhausted in the office. She ate the bread, and Lins sat right behind the desk, looking at the documents carefully.

Cen Simiao snorted.

Suddenly the phone rang, she glanced at her, and suddenly she was choking.

Mrs. self | killed, took overdose | sleep | drug. Sleep peacefully in bed. No medicine was found next to it | the bottle. And she left a will, notarized just the day before yesterday.

All were left to Liu Yuchi.

There is even an insurance that has been taken in in recent days, and the beneficiary is also Liu Yuchi.