All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Lu Mufan drank a few glasses outside, a little smoked, and his body was stained with wine, and his usual mild eyes were now at ease.

He opened the door and went in, loosening the tie around his neck, smelling a scent of perfume on the tip of his nose, and Lu Mufan moved a few steps forward, watching the room vigilantly.

As soon as I walked, I reached the place where the sofa was placed.

He stopped suddenly, his eyes tightened.

Yang Mu was wearing a white shirt, very wide, her petite figure, loose collar, loose collarbone, hair scattered, a slap face showing a tense expression.

She bit her lower lip and called Lu Mufan gently.

Lu Mufan glanced at her, frowning tightly, and tied back the tie that had just been loosened. He pursed his lips, took the cold drink by himself, took a sip, and didn't look at her: "How come in?"

When Yang Mu saw that he was not angry, there was a rush in his heart: "Don't drink too cold things when you drink, I will pour water for you."

As she said, she went to the table to get a cup and walked on the floor with her bare white feet. Lu Mufan squeezed the can and turned to look at her: "Don't move."

Yang Mu's hand that was about to hit the table shrank instantly. She turned around and looked at Lu Mufan timidly.

Unexpectedly, he lowered his head and threw the can into the trash can, and then moved his feet, leaving her a back. Yang Mu was anxious and could not understand what he meant. Doesn't look angry, but ignores her.

Yang Mu opened her mouth and hadn't had time to speak, but she heard a cold voice: "Miss Yang is too much, broke into my room without permission. Is this your company's rule?"

Lu Mufan turned his back on her, and could not see her expression, but her back was straight, and her sense of alienation became stronger. Yang Mu raised her head and froze, "I just ..."

When she was half said, she couldn't say anything. She lowered her head and wept low.

Lu Mufan turned around. The little girl was really inexplicable. She sneaked into his room and didn't explain anything. She was still crying. Impatiently, he frowned, "Go out."

Yang Mu looked up, with a trace of surprise in her tearful eyes: "Why?"

Lu Mufan chuckled a little, with ridicule of ridicule on his lips, and said with an eyelid, "You come to me in this way to talk about work?"

Yang Mu was a little cramped for a moment.

He said again: "Even if I have nothing to talk about. Go out."

Yang Mu stood still.

The impatience between Lu Mufan's eyebrows is becoming more and more obvious. Others just couldn't see it. Even Yang Mu noticed it now. She was a little flustered, but refused to give up the opportunity that was hard to come by.

Yang Mu drew the corners of his shirt: "Why can't I stay? I like you long ago."

Lu Mufan raised a brow, looked up at her, and smiled, as if he had heard something fun, Yang Mu walked boldly, his legs were thin and long.

She folded her hair, no longer timid, and stared at Landing Mufan: "I just like you, why can't you give me a chance?"

Lu Mufan pursed his lips, forbearing impatience, alienation and resistance, and asked, "I came here with my wife. The relationship is very good and inseparable. Why should I give you a chance?"

Yang Mu decided that he would face the crime of death.

She lifted her chin directly: "No, you're all divorced. Don't lie to me."

Lu Mufan's eyes narrowed, and his expression was cold: "Miss Yang, please go out and tell the calendar, you don't have to think about cooperation."

He lived freely like a pierced lie, and immediately became angry.

Yang Mu's heart was even deeper: "You were originally married, and your feelings are not in harmony. Now you are divorced. Since this is the case, why can't you give me a chance?"

Lu Mufan sank his face.

She said vigorously: "When I came in just now, I met your wife."

Lu Mufan's angry eyes suddenly widened, and his brows frowned tightly. Yang Mu comforted herself: "But she is not angry at all and tells me not to feel guilty."

He tightened his jaw, pulled his tie, his face was even more ugly, and his chest seemed very tight.

Yang Mu looked at his expression, his eyelashes fluttered, moved closer, raised his arms, the sleeves of the white shirt were wide and large, and Lu Mufan looked sharply at her.

Yang Mu paused and didn't hook her arm, but said softly, "She told me that you like to hook your neck most."

His face was gloomy, and he heard the word she said, the tight string in his head was pulled to the extreme, all the fury of his eyebrows was exposed, and he said sharply, "Get out."

Yang Mu was startled and startled.

The next morning, Cen Simmiao came out of the room full of energy, glanced at Lu Mufan's door, raised her eyebrows, and wondered how he was doing now.

She turned around immediately, but was taken aback.

Lu Mufan is standing behind her.

He was dressed in a clever suit and looked good in spirit, but with a somber face, holding a room card in his hand, and just closed the door.

This is a change of room.

Cen Simiao greeted with a smile, Lu Mufan didn't even bother, didn't even take a look, and turned away. She touched her nose, and chased it without interest. She waited for a while before she moved.

Actually going out to play is to eat and drink, plus taking pictures, Cen Simiao is particularly satisfied with these. She is very comfortable these days, and of course she has not forgotten to talk about a few business.

She got close to other bosses and talked about the company's planning and business projects carefully. If they are interested, they hope that they can invest.

Cen Simiao was especially open when she was playing, wantonly and freely, and publicized. You can talk about business. Those people were a little surprised, and after listening to her for a while, there was some interest.

Not only companies, but people.

Zhou Moyu thinks so. He is also a male brother who is accustomed to eating and drinking, but he is not careless in his career. The women around me are quite playful, but you ca n’t go deeper, otherwise you will feel embarrassed.

If he was with an experienced person, he would feel bored after two days, because he could not play together.

Cen Simiao really appetites him.

He went to Cen Simiao with a drink and handed it to her. Cen Simiao took the opportunity to take over, and was feeling a little thirsty. He laughed particularly brightly and raised his eyebrows: "You've been running out like this all the time, aren't you afraid of tanning?"

Cen Simiao glanced down and glanced at herself: "So I bought the most expensive sunscreen."

Zhou Moyu heard a smile, exaggerated, and shook her head: "Well, I admire it."

She squinted her eyes and ignored them. On the contrary, Zhou Moyu was even more energetic and kept talking. He knew this was Lu Mufan's wife, so he still had scruples. The others looked like they were chatting with good friends.

Ambiguity doesn't count, it depends on where you think about it.

He also heard about Lu Mufan's divorce with her. He didn't believe it at first, but these days Lu Mufan saw her with a stubborn face, ignored it, and treated her as air, which seemed to be annoying.

Zhou Moyu then believed.

He glanced at Lu Mufan secretly, holding his wine glass. Under the light, Lu Mufan's side face seemed a little cold.

Zhou Moyu went back and said something to Cen Simiao, and the two of them smiled very happily, as if the relationship was very good. He looked up and stunned Lu Mufan again, without any reaction.

Zhou Moyu relieved.

There are also party activities at night, just watching the night scene and dancing together by the sea. Cen Simao didn't want to participate, but Zhou Moyu just dragged her over. When I went out, I saw Lu Mufan walking towards the hotel.

He glanced at Zhou Moyu's hand on her arm.

Cen Simao was tense immediately.

When Zhou Moyu noticed something wrong, she let go quickly, greeted with a smile, explained clearly, and said to Cen Simiao, "Hurry up, I'm still waiting for you to be a dance partner at night."

Lu Mufan pursed his lips without saying a word and turned away.

Cen Simao turned to look at his back, but was dragged out by Zhou Moyu. He was still talking in his ears. It is estimated that the entire hotel lobby can hear: "What are you nervous about, he won't blame you, I just advance Chase you."

Her scalp is numb.

At the dancing place, Cen Simiao saw Yang Mu and Wei Li embracing in a circle at a glance. She glanced at her. Although the result of that night was not clear, it was certainly not much worse than she thought.

Yang Mu definitely did not take advantage.

However, she could still smile with a smile, and she didn't feel uncomfortable with the health calendar, which was really powerful. Cen Simao was thinking, and Zhou Moyu made an inviting gesture. He was very personable, and there was a touch of freedom in his brows.

On this occasion, no one will refuse the invitation to dance, or else they will not give face.

She reached over.

Zhou Moyu danced very well, the temperament of the whole person changed a little, Cen Simiao followed him, jumping back and forth. She bent her eyes and smiled, and Zhou Mouyu saw a trace of appreciation in her eyes. She could not help lowering her head closer.

Cen Simao felt his warm breath, frowned and raised his eyes, but suddenly saw Lu Mufan standing not far away, and there was a woman beside him inviting him to dance.

I don't know if he agreed.

Zhou Moyu's voice was low: "You dance well."

Cen Simiao looked back and glanced at him: "Crap."

I went to see Lu Mufan again, but Zhou Moyu turned around in a circle and changed positions. I couldn't see where Lu Mufan could stay.

After dancing, Cen Simiao returned to the chair to rest, and Lu Mufan stayed there, holding a wine glass in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. She jumped with sweat and was very tired.

The night scene was beautiful, with the lights shining on the surface of the sea, a hazy halo.

She couldn't help but pick up the phone from the table to take a picture. This is where everyone put their phones.

Zhou Moyu got together again to talk, hehe, she was impatient to deal with a few words, he became more and more active, Cen Simiao put down the phone, pushed him away, then stood up, picked up the phone from the table and left.

Back in the room, Cen Simiao went to take a bath first. After a while, her hair came out wet, wiped with a towel, and went to get the mobile phone on the coffee table.

She lowered her head and froze, not her cell phone.

This is Lu Mufan.

She frowned, suddenly heard the door ringing, and stood up quickly, asking who was Lu Mufan's voice sounded. Cen Simiao opened the door and pursed her lips when she saw him.

He looked coldly: "I'll pick up the phone."

Cen Simao nodded, and quickly turned to the coffee table, but didn't say to let him in, but heard the footsteps behind him and the sound of closing the door.

She frowned, slipped her hand accidentally, and dropped her phone on the floor.

Cen Simao quickly bent over to pick it up and said to Lu Mufan sorry in her mouth. She was wearing pajamas and had a very short skirt. With such a bend, large areas of skin were exposed to the air.

She touched her cell phone and was about to turn around, but suddenly she was heavy, and Cen Simiao couldn't help falling to the sofa with her warm body behind her.

Feeling he was fumbling to undress.

Cen Simiao couldn't see his expression, and gritted his teeth urgently: "What are you doing?"

He said, "You."