All The Male Leads Have Blackened

But within a few days, the Meng family changed.

Cen Simiao may have been scolded no matter what she did, and she suddenly became a person who was held by Meng's father and did not dare to offend. She was particularly uncomfortable, hiding in the room, and dragging Lins' arm.

He yawned, and stretched out his hand from the quilt, rubbing her head: "I'll wait until something happens, let me wait for a while, and I'll satisfy you when I wake up."

Cen Simiao approached him and lowered his voice, "Can you wake up?"

He closed his eyes: "No."

Cen Simiao was pressed on him, and her long legs were exposed outside. She went to open the nightstand, and was about to come across. She was dragged back. Lins led her, frowning slightly, eyes still unable to open, especially sleepy: "What are you doing?"

She glanced at the nightstand.

Lins glanced: "You dream."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and lay down on the bed. Her bedside was in the bedside table, and she wanted to take it up and squander. Collins stopped, saying that he was a housekeeper, and he was responsible for giving Cen Simiao pocket money.

She frowned and frowned at him: "Aren't you shameless? Limit me to spend money?"

Lins narrowed his eyes and said, "No shame, I am poor."

A few days later, Cen Simiao moved to Lin Siyin's house with a suitcase and did not stay at the Meng family. The house was in her name, but Cen Simiao didn't say how to arrange Meng's father and Meng Jun, and they lived there.

Just from time to time, Meng's father told her about her legacy.

Bacheng wants her to be more conscious and give him all the money. Cen Simiao guessed that the person who killed Liu Yuchi was either Meng's father or Meng Jun, but Meng's father was more motivated.

Although the money fell into her hands, she didn't want to spend it, even if it wasn't led by Lins. But even if she gave the money to Father Meng, she was still unwilling.

So I still keep it first, even if I do n’t spend it, but I have so much savings, I think it feels good.

Lin Siyin's residence was a little bit warm from the frosty, and it immediately became lively again. Cen Simiao turned on the air conditioner, put the two big bags of snacks in the refrigerator, and washed an apple.

When walking to the living room, Lin Si was playing a game, turned to look at Cen Simiao and opened his mouth. Cen Simiao gave him a sip, Lins looked at the screen intently, the apple was crisp, and after taking a bite, he stretched his head again.

Feed him again.

He squinted, the weather was too cold, fortunately the room was warm, and he was only wearing thin home clothes. Cen Simiao sits on the mat next to her, and earnestly believes in apples.

He whistled.

Cen Simiao looked up: "What's wrong?"

Lins pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and hummed, saying, "It's all right."

She nodded, shoved an apple in his mouth, and turned to the refrigerator to grab a snack. Ripped a pack of squid and continued to sit next to him.

Frowning from time to time, too much rubbish.

Lins noticed her expression, glanced at it, and sat in a different position, like an uncle: "I just use this technique, don't look at it? Find someone else."

Cen Simiao stomped him with her feet.

It's quite comfortable for two people. They commute to work every day, and sometimes they can meet during working hours. The game is about to start again, Cen Simiao hastened to practice.

The waste of the system, saying that the good cheat is gone, it has become no longer guilty: "I have added a lot of plug-ins, which affects normal functions and is being repaired.

There was no guilty conscience.

She frowned, meditating on the design draft, and then she had to sew her own clothes and let the model put it on, and it was good for her to use the needle.

Lin Siyin dangled in front of her every day, his face tangled and said nothing. Cen Simiao was upset and glanced at him: "Is there anything wrong?"

Lins pursed his lips. "No."

The tone was particularly unhappy.

Cen Simao ignored him and carefully finished the draft. After a while, she looked up, and Lin Sizheng sat on the sofa with a look of depression, looking out the window.

She frowned and was particularly disgusted. Leaning on a chair, moving his neck and whistling at him: "What are you thinking?"

Lin Si said he was killed.

She chuckled and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Lin Siyin was not particularly embarrassed. She lay down on the sofa and showed her generously.

He also closed his eyes as if going to sleep.

Cen Simiao stood up and walked towards him slowly, Lins could hear the movement, opened her eyelids and glanced, and looked slack, and when she came to her, she snorted.

Cen Simiao bent down slightly, revealing a whiteness, and she frowned, reaching out to cover. Just dropped her head, suddenly a heavy waist, was caught by Lins.

She also didn't struggle, her chin rested on his shoulder socket, and her warm breath fell on the skin. She suddenly felt a pain in the place she wanted to block, and she frowned to pinch Lins's ear.

"Can you be lighter?"

He gave a snoring and didn't even listen.

Cen Simiao held his chin and blew a blow on his face. She squinted her eyes. "Do me a favor."

He lifted his eyes: "As long as I'm happy, I can do anything."

"You are ..." Cen Simiao was speechless.

Linz said frankly, "What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips, hooligan.

When returning home at night, Cen Simiao made a lot of fabrics, all of which were good materials, and Lin Si paid for it. She was serious, sitting in front of the sewing machine, and holding a pair of scissors to make a gesture.

Lin Siyin sat next to her and looked at the design draft she painted. The style was good.

But it is.

He saw Cen Simao cutting the fabric stiffly, frowning, and said softly, "Will you sew clothes?"

She bent her eyes and laughed extremely sweetly.

Lin Si took a sigh of relief, saw her expression, was about to relax, but heard: "No."

He frowned, staring at her with wide eyes: "Then what competition do you play!"

Cen Simiao glanced at him.

Lins paused, coughed, and obediently.

The sound of the sewing machine sounded, and she sewed the cut fabric together intently, with a serious expression. The long hair that was often scattered on the shoulders was gathered up at this moment, and even the broken hair between her foreheads was clipped by her.

The lights were soft and sprinkled in every corner of the living room. Lins sat beside her, staring at her, staring. Bending the corner of his mouth, he was smashed by the unruly and arrogant, and replaced with gentleness.

He was a little sleepy, with his elbows on the table and his head little by little.

Cen Smiao made the clothes well, cut her head short, finally relaxed, relieved, looked up and called for him, but saw that he was asleep.

She took a break, watched his sleep narrowed, and put her clothes on the table. He stood up, was about to step out, turned back, and put his clothes on his body.

Gentle movements.

Then go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of mineral water.

The system suddenly said, "You seem to have changed a little."

She said, "What?"

The system is particularly sincere: "Do you feel like you have been transformed? If you had put it in the past, how could you have clothed him?"

Cen Simiao snorted: "You talk nonsense."

Turned around, ready to take a shower in the bathroom. She yawned and was about to go upstairs. She was suddenly pinched around her waist, and Cen Simiao nodded.

Go and pat his back.

Lin Siyin hugged her directly, Cen Simiao's feet were off the ground, she turned to look at them, the two of them were next to each other, he raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Why don't you wake me?"

She pursed her lips. "Because I don't want to talk to you."

Lins glanced at her, her arms stretched, her jaw raised, "Do you believe me and throw you down?"

Cen Simiao grabbed his neck and hugged the corner of his mouth: "Okay, throw it."

He was wearing that coat, with a tall figure, and Cen Simiao looked at it, which was really good. The arm sleeves are shorter.

She raised her eyebrow, and for the first time, she succeeded.

Lin Siyin saw her look, smiled, stared at her for a long while, and suddenly said: "It's almost Chinese New Year, would you like to see my parents?"

She froze.

Lin Siyin finished speaking uncomfortably, and the depression between the eyebrows disappeared in the past two days. Cen Simao did not expect that he was out of temper because of this.

She wondered, what was difficult to say.

How many times have the sheets been rolled, and I haven't seen him so reserved.

Seeing your parents is a big deal, so always be prepared. Lin Siyin was particularly excited. The company's affairs were ignored, and Cen Simiao occasionally mentioned to him about investment projects, and he froze.

That plan has been put down temporarily.

Although there was enough temptation, he couldn't take any chances now. As Cen Simiao said, if he really jumped off the building and died, she would either find someone else, or think about him every day and wash her face with tears.

He's not happy with either.

It's just that I don't understand why Cen Simiao reacted so much to this incident.

When he was off work, he went to the parking lot to drive, and Cen Simiao went to the supermarket to buy something. The two left separately. Halfway along, I remembered that the car key was in Cen Simiao's purse and turned around.

Before they came, I heard the noise of a dispute, like Cen Simiao's voice.

He frowned suddenly.

He ran across in great strides, and saw Meng's father standing in front of Cen Simiao, frowning frowningly, his hair seemed much whiter, and he couldn't even shave.

He took Cen Simiao's hand and stared at her: "How are you thinking? Tell me, tell me."

Emotions are particularly exciting.

Meng's father knew what the hard times were like. He climbed step by step from the bottom and now has a life that is more important to money than anyone. I was so angry with my wife, but I could bear it.

Moreover, the old man in his family asked the babysitter to take care of him in his hometown. Meng's father didn't go back and take a look all year round, just because his wife was tired of his relationship with the poor before, making her feel shame.

Before the old man was dying, he was unable to accompany him.

Over the years, the more he gave, the greater his desire for money. Money has become his spiritual pillar, he can comfort himself, even if there is nothing else, but there is money to accompany.

If he hadn't been rich, he wouldn't have felt that it was scary to be poor, and still be able to live a boring life.

He kept asking Cen Simiao: "Thinking about it?"

Lin Si quickly rushed over, pulled his hand away, and stood in front of Cen Simiao, his brows frowned: "Are you **** neurotic? What is crazy to come here?"

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, Lins led her to the side, Meng's father had to catch up again, and her pace slowed down. Lins frowned and looked at her, wondering what it meant.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, "Cheng, I'll give it to you."

Father Meng's eyes widened and stared at her. The surprise on his face was obvious. Not sure if Cen Simiao is joking: "You, are you serious?"

She nodded: "Really, but you have to be careful, maybe you killed Liu Yuchi's man, and then he turned to kill you."

Father Meng didn't care at all, but was just happy.

Money had already fallen into Meng's father's pocket. If he was a murderer, at least he would not use his mind on her anymore, and rushed to kill her.

If Meng Jun is the murderer, after the death of Elder Meng, the legacy is still Meng Jun.

It is estimated that it can stop for a period of time. Cen Simao does not want to mix in with this. The rest is left to the police officer. She and Lins have been around for a long time.

As a result, the system dispelled her thoughts in one sentence: "Please give the triggering scenes to the end."

Cen Simiao was furious with liver tremor.

After a while, she ran to Meng's house again, but neither of them was there. The door He opened for her, and after Cen Simiao went in, she sighed and kept talking about it, saying that the day was too boring.

The father and son of the Meng family are away from home every day, and almost all of them go out first, and then Meng Jun follows.

At home, when it was time for dinner, she opened fire and cooked some noodles.

What the **** is going on.

Cen Simiao accompanied her to speak for a while, and He Yan muttered a lot, feeling better. Cen Simiao looked at the time and felt that they could not wait for the two of them to return and stood up to leave.

But suddenly I heard: "Meng Jun brought back a girl a few days ago, and she looked very beautiful. After her husband saw it, she said a few words. Meng Jun suddenly turned her nose and eyes, especially irritable."

"Hold the girl and leave."

Cen Simiao laughed: "It is estimated that they do not agree with the two of them."

He Yan frowned: "How could that girl please her husband very much. He was very happy when he saw it, and he kept talking to the girl. He was so irritable a while ago, but although he was a little better, he always felt weird. To this girl, it was much better. "

After saying this from He Zhe's mouth, both of them were stunned, how could they feel so awkward.

He Yan coughed, turned and went to the kitchen to do his work. Cen Simao suddenly thought of Meng Lin, why didn't she see her shadow, and shouted: "Where is Meng Lin?"

The kitchen said: "She recently went out with her husband after work and should be back soon."

Cen Simao nodded, and said a farewell to say goodbye to He Yan.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt wrong. A few days later, Cen Simiao went to Meng's house again. Only He Yan was still at home. She said in her mouth: "Meng Jun hasn't brought a girlfriend to the house for so many years. Bringing the girl back, but now there is no movement. "

The excitement that was being said suddenly opened the door and Meng Jun came back from the outside. The shoes were particularly dirty and stuck to the dirt.

He didn't speak, and went straight upstairs. Cen Simiao lowered her eyebrows. After he closed the bedroom door, she whispered to He Yan: "Meng Jun's shoes, don't you say that they are always the cleanest?"

He Yan sighed: "This time, every day is very dirty."

Cen Simiao wiped her lips.

In the evening, she left from Meng's house, she secretly stood aside, and waited until the morning. Near eight o'clock, finally saw Meng Jun go out.

She followed.

The crowd was very dense along the way, but the less crowded the more he walked, he did not drive, walked on one pair of feet, took many boxes of lunch from a shop, was particularly alert, looked around, and then continued. Cen Simiao cut off the heels of the high heels, but did not make a noise.

There was mud in a forest, and one foot stepped on it, and the calf was covered with mud.

In front of a small wooden house, Meng Jun stopped suddenly. Cen Simiao thought she was found. She immediately held her breath and was afraid to move.

He did not turn back, stood there, and waited for a while. At about one o'clock in the afternoon, the wooden house came out alone.

When he went away, Meng Jun walked in carrying a plastic bag full of lunch boxes.

He came out after half an hour, still carrying a plastic bag in his hand, but it should be a lot lighter.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, there were people in the cabin, and at least a dozen.

After she waited for someone to go far, she walked over and put her ears against the door. She could hear nothing and was quiet. There was a chain tied to the door. She didn't knock on the door.

A few days later, when the father and son of the Meng family were selected, they went to the Meng family again. She narrowed her eyes and walked to Meng's father's study.

The bedroom doesn't lock the door all year round, so it shouldn't matter. The study is often locked. Even if the wife is alive, she can't get in.

She let the system open the door.

This time the system was very obedient, opened the door and went in. The decoration was very monotonous. She searched the books on the bookshelf and found nothing. These are some of the world's famous books and business strategies.

The drawers were a mess of company documents.

She flipped roughly, it didn't matter. Open the last drawer again, there is only a crystal ball. Cen Smiao froze, how could Meng's father buy such things.

She took it out for a closer look, and the ordinary crystal ball was sold by the roadside. Where the base put the battery, she pulled it out, and a small key fell down.

Cen Simiao froze.

Where are the drawers, look for them carefully, look up inadvertently, and glimpse a dark grid on the upper level of the drawer, exposing the keyhole. She clenched her lips and turned the key slightly inside.

There is a photo album.

Take it out and take a closer look. There are many photos of the girls, which are all beautiful.

Some smiles are sweet, others are cold, and the types are completely different, but the numbers are written on the photos.

From the beginning to the end, the smallest number is 100,000 and the largest number is 800,000.

Cen Simiao frowned deeper and deeper, wondering what it meant, turning the album back and forth, and suddenly saw that there was a mezzanine in the album. After touching it, she seemed to be hiding something.

Take it out slowly, a small book.

Keep accounts, sell and earn, the amount is particularly huge. Cen Simiao was very familiar with these figures, and then opened the album to see, and her eyes tightened, which coincided with the figures on the girls' photos.

She turned the books to the bottom, and the numbers she made were shocking.

There is also a line at the bottom: the capital chain is broken, and the trouble is very big. The people underneath begin to get into trouble. It is easy to get on the thief boat and the thief boat is difficult.

Ceng Simiao was chilling all over, no wonder he loved money so much that he didn't even want his daughter.