All The Male Leads Have Blackened

On summer nights, the cicadas are endless, especially annoying. Li Zhixiu tilted his head to the side, with a slight arc in the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkened. His hands were on Cen Simiao's lower abdomen, with only a layer of cloth across, and the warmth was particularly noticeable.

The tears on Cen Simiao's cheeks were still dry, her eyelashes trembled, and her expression was particularly humble. Her tone was almost begging. Li Zhixiu stared at her with sharp eyes, as if to see her through.

The palm moved, but did not leave.

He raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips spread, his eyes still cold: "Do you think you took me?"

After speaking, Li Zhixiu changed his posture, leaning forward, his head lowered, and he was almost stuck with Cen Simiao's nose. The finger holding her chin moved and Capricorn gave it a few indifferent voices: "What if I bombed him out and didn't let you carry a child?"

Cen Simiao squeezed her lips tightly, and tears burst into her eyes. She shook her head, but did not speak. She let go of his hand, and pulled his sleeve. Li Zhixiu's arm slipped instantly, the warm touch disappeared, and his eyes narrowed.

Cen Simiao was crying aggrieved, her cheeks became reddish, the skin on her neck became whiter, and the fat powder on her body kept drilling into his nose.

The ticking bones were itchy.

On the couch was a teapot on a small square table. The tea inside had been soaked. Li Zhixiu poured two cups and poured it, and the throat knot rolled. I heard a soft voice in my ear: "Master."

He glanced and dropped the tea cup on the ground. Cen Simiao was startled, thinking that he was angry, but suddenly she felt light, and she returned to God, and she had been restrained by Li Zhixiu, sitting on his thigh.

Cen Simiao was tangled in his eyes next to his arms, and she bit her lower lip, her eyes lashed, her body stiff.

Li Zhixiu's fingertips rubbed on her cheeks, suddenly approached, and was about to kiss, Cen Simiao grabbed his neck, the charm in his eyes was revealed, he bent his mouth, but accidentally glanced at the handkerchief in her sleeve .

Delicate rose flower.

He looked cold.

Almost instantly, Cen Simiao's arm was loosened, and he opened his clothes, and the heat in the corner of his eyes disappeared. The whole person showed coldness, leaned over to wear shoes, and went out with a gloomy complexion.

The door slammed open without turning his head.

Cen Simiao's voice was sad: "Master."

No one responded to her on Xia Ye.

Li Zhixiu returned to the study room and stayed alone for a while, his head suddenly hurt, his lips were tight, his face was particularly ugly. Picked up the vase, smashed it all.

Xiaoxi, who was waiting outside, was frightened. This is what happened again. I usually came back from my wife. Although my expression was impatient, I was so furious like today.

After a while, Li Zhixiu came out of the study again and went to the aunt's room.

He had just stepped into the room, and a strong powdery powder scented at him. His aunt was only wearing a tulle, her face was rather delicate, her eyes showed a coldness in her bones, just like the person Li Zhixiu loved in her heart.

The aunt was about to speak, but he was choked by him, almost out of breath. Li Zhixiu tossed all night, but always felt unhappy, as if something was missing.

When she couldn't help breathing, Li Zhixiu saw Cen Simao kneeling on the ground with tears in her eyes, her red lips slowly opened, and she shouted, "Grandpa."

His head was blank for a moment, his head was scratched, and his aunt's thin waist was severely clenched, his teeth clenched.

Summer night is short, and it is just a few days and nights in a blink of an eye. Cen Simiao stayed in her yard and never went out. Like the days before, Li Zhixiu never came.

The matter of Yang Fuqing passed away without mentioning it.

He could hold the book for a day, and he was not even keen on his favorite snack. Fortunately, when it was time for dinner, without Cen Simiao shouting, he ran to the table and sat down as soon as he smelled the aroma.

Hold chopsticks and eat vegetables, especially sweet.

Cen Simiao looked at him, and recently he had a little more meat on his body. When he hugged him, he was not so shy. Yang Fuqing was almost finished reading the few books she had found. If she had taken some other books, Cen Simiao was worried that he had no idea what he had learned, and thought about asking a gentleman to come over.

Yang Fuqing suddenly put down the book and looked up suddenly, just to see Cen Simiao's gaze, he froze, don't go over. Jumping down from the couch, walking towards the dining table with a little short leg.

Tiptoe, soup bowl on the dining table, laboriously lifted the lid, the milky fish soup inside, the fragrance immediately floated on the tip of the nose, next to the small bowl he used, filled with a spoon.

Then carefully approached Cen Simiao.

She's closed her eyes and slapped.

Yang Fuqing stood beside, looked down at the soup in her hand, frowned, and looked at Cen Simiao again. He pursed his lips without saying a word.

This soup was ordered by Cen Simiao to make it for him on the table, and it was placed on the table. In any case, it was not afraid of cold in summer. If he wanted to drink, he went to serve himself.

Her eyelashes trembled, she covered with a papa, yawned, and opened her eyes. Yang Fuqing was staring at her, quickly looking away, lowering her head, and clenching the soup bowl in her hand.

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and glanced at him: "For me?"

He didn't say anything quietly.

Cen Simiao took it with a bent eye, rubbed his head, exaggerated, Yang Fuqing frowned, smoothed her hair with her hands, and looked at her unhappyly: "Isn't it just a bowl of soup? . "

Then turned around, the small body straightened, returned to the couch to continue reading, could not help but grin.

Cen Simiao laughed, put the bowl down, and looked at the sky outside, it was almost evening. In this world, because of the original owner, the task of reversing life has become somewhat different. The original owner has to ask Li Zhixiu to fall in love with her.

In this way, she is almost attacking two people.

The system gave her a big cheat as compensation. She can die once, but when she comes back, because the entire data needs to be revised, she may not be resurrected at the time of death, but many years later.

She rubbed her forehead.

There were embroidery needles on the table, and the clothes for Li Zhixiu were about to be finished.

The girl told her that most of the clothes she had sent were thrown away by Li Zhixiu. Cen Simiao didn't care. The clothes let her wear it, and she also hated it.

At night, the girls were putting food on the table. Cen Simiao sewed the last stitch, snapped the thin thread, took a look at the clothes, and sent the girl to Li Zhixiu.

Then he rubbed his neck.

Yang Fuqing washed her hands, wiped off with the papa placed next to the door, stared at her, her eyelashes trembled, and she didn't know what she was thinking. The girl sighed and kept talking to Cen Simiao. Whatever the clothes sent, don't be so tired every day.

Cen Simiao frowned. "Come on."

The girl clenched her lips and shook her head, walking unwillingly to the door. Cen Simiao felt that her arm was particularly tired, and she pricked it twice with her hands. Suddenly she heard the pain and looked up.

The girl fell to the ground, her face wrinkled together, her teeth grinning, and the clothes she held in her hands also fell to the ground, stained with dust.

At this time, Yang Fuqing was facing back to the girl, and she put the pail on the shelf. She didn't notice the back, she stepped back and happened to step on the clothes. A small shoe print was particularly conspicuous.

As soon as Cen Simiao frowned, Yang Fuqing looked at her with a look of horror, her body tense, and her lips white.

Cen Simiao looked up, and the girl told her the night Li Zhixiu came. Yang Fuqing clamored to come back to pick up a dagger, but she just ran into her and told Li Zhixiu to send him away.

Fortunately, he didn't bother to rush in, and was carried away by the girl.

Cen Simiao wanted to talk to Yang Fuqing, but he was just like nothing, he never mentioned it at all. She thought it was all right, but there was only one shoe mark at the moment, but he was so panicked.

She walked over and glanced at her clothes. The girl-in-law had risen from the ground and slapped the dust on it. Cen Simiao looked at Yang Fuqing: "You stepped on it?"

He gritted his teeth, stared at her, and stood straight up with his lips closed.

The panic in the eyebrows couldn't be hidden.

Cen Simiao shuddered, smiled, turned around and didn't speak, and sat down next to the dining table, seeing that he was still there and stayed still: "Come here to eat first, wait a while, I punish you to go to the yard to take this The clothes are burnt. "

He looked up abruptly, with incredible eyes in his eyes.

Cen Simiao clipped chopsticks: "Are you still eating?"

After dinner, the fire in the yard reflected the window, Cen Simiao was sitting in the room, smelling a smell of smoke, looked up outside the door, and let him hurry up.

Yang Fuqing's obedient response, glanced at the burning clothes, and bent her corners, her eyes showing a clear smugness.

After a few days, Cen Simiao hurried out another piece of clothing, which was rougher than the original. Yang Fuqing held a book in her hand, stared at her for a moment, and lowered her eyelashes.

In the evening, the girl-in-law was about to take the clothes from her and send them to Li Zhixiu. Cen Simiao's movements stopped for a moment, her eyes flowed, and a smile arose at the corner of her mouth: "I'll send it this time."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fuqing, who had already reached the door, frowned.

Li Zhixiu stayed in the aunt's courtyard, holding Wen Xiang nephrite in his arms, but his face was always gloomy. My aunt was puzzled, and since he went back to Cen Simiao the other day, he has become a person.

She coquettishly and coquettishly, Li Zhixiu is especially spoiled, her temper is very irritable now, no matter how coquettish.

The aunt was talking about making a piece of clothes for him, and his fingertips nodded on his chest. Li Zhixiu leaned on the couch, listening to what she said, but remembered the clothes made by Cen Simiao and stunned God.

I have n’t given it for a while, I ’m afraid I ’ve been eating it behind closed doors for a long time, and finally I know it ’s not a taste.

He snored, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly I heard a soft, weak voice outside, "Master."

Immediately drove away the unhappy depression in the eyebrows in the past few days, he raised his eyebrows, did not respond, and even listened to a few "lords" before responding lazily.

Cen Simiao walked in, and her aunt was disheveled to salute her. Li Zhixiu was still leaning on the couch, holding her chin to look at her, Cen Simiao held a piece of clothes in her arms, and said softly, "Master, this is what I do. What do you think?"

He glanced: "It's time to throw it away."

She looked up at him, complaining to Jiaoyan with a hint of tone: "Man, you can't do this to me."

Li Zhixiu was happily shouted by her, her coat loose, her chest exposed, a grinning grin, and the corners of her eyebrows were wavy: "What do you want from Grandpa?"

The aunt next to him wanted to step in and just said, "This is clothes for Grandpa, it should be ..."

Suddenly Li Zhixiu stared back, and dared not speak again.

Cen Simiao dropped her eyelashes, she could not see the emotions in her eyes, and she spoke softly and slowly: "Silver."

Li Zhixiu frowned. He frowned, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You're not the same. You just want silver if you open your mouth. Isn't it all under your control?"

Cen Simiao looked up: "In addition to asking for money, can you give me anything else?"

Li Zhixiu asked in a sentence.

There is a lot of silver in the house, and where it is spent, there is no ambiguity in the account. Cen Simiao asked him for silver, it must be Li Zhixiu himself. She happened to take the money out and put money in it, and made money for Yang Fuqing's future plans.

It is impossible for Yang Fuqing to get a fame. After all, he is the son of a sinner. It is still possible to rebel. First, he must have sufficient money.

The silver was released, and within a few days, it doubled when it returned to the hand.

Cen Simiao squinted her eyes, making money was really cool. The girl next door was particularly worried. She couldn't sleep well all night. Cen Simiao instructed her to do it. After all, she was a caring person by her side, brought from her family.

"If this is discovered by the grandfather, what can I do? And it is easy to damage grandfather's reputation."

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows and fed Yang Fuqing with a piece of snack. He was next to Cen Simiao and his eyes were full of dependence. She squeezed Yang Fuqing's cheek and smiled slightly.

"What do you do with me?"