All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Cen Simiao took a shower, wiped her hair with a towel in her hand, her face was flushed, and her body was still full of moisture. The pajamas she wore were close to her, and she stood upstairs and scanned the living room.

Lu Mufan was sitting on the sofa with a somewhat laid-back posture, with his leg resting on the other knee, holding the computer in his hand, and he was attentive, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cen Simiao subconsciously leaned towards the purse and left it there. Has he watched the phone and put it back?

She narrowed her eyes.

Lu Mufan seemed to be aware of the movement and looked up at her, just catching her gaze towards the purse, her expression was calm, and her eyes were bent: "Come here."

She lowered her eyelashes and stepped down the stairs without going to Lu Mufan. Instead, she went to the refrigerator and took a bottle of drink. Lu Mufan's outstretched arm froze, and his eyes sank again.

The cold air from the refrigerator made her feel much cooler.

Without closing the refrigerator door, he turned to Lu Mufan and said, "Do you want to drink?"

He put the computer on the coffee table, stood up, and walked to Cen Simiao. She raised her eyebrows, didn't understand what he meant, took a drink, and Lu Mufan suddenly held her waist with one hand and rubbed her fingertips. She could not help itching just through the thin cloth.

Lu Mufan touched her cheek again, and looked for a while, her eyebrows deep, seemingly unintentionally: "A busy day, tired?"

Cen Simiao froze, and quickly changed into a tired smile, muttering: "It's going to be exhausting."

Then she lowered her head and hid Mu Fan's deeper and darker eyes. She was particularly guilty and reluctantly calm. She pushed Lu Mufan's hand around her waist and walked over to the dining table.

Lu Mufan all looked at her expression, her hands pushed tight.

At dinner, Cen Simiao was sitting opposite him, and after a while, he was held on his thigh. She took chopsticks to concentrate on the food, but Lu Mufan's hands had been dishonest and crooked.

Cen Simiao frowned, lowered her chopsticks, and hit him with an arm: "Endless?"

Lu Mufan laughed, lowered her head, her chin against her shoulder socket, and kissed her lips softly on her neck.

His arms clenched Cen Simao tightly, and his eyes kissed her almost obsessively. Cen Simao couldn't help but pant a few times and subconsciously held down his fool's hand. Skirt.

"--Wow," he pushed all the dishes to the ground.

Cen Simao bowed, her white neck stretched out, and she looked at the dishes that broke into pieces on the ground. He was hugged on the table, her shoulders pushed back, and she lay down instantly.

Subconsciously struggling, Lu Mufan was more powerful in suppressing her. Cen Simiao gasped and clenched his teeth. His eyes were not full of desires as usual, and the mood inside was very elusive. .

Lu Mufan kissed her earlobe and picked up the red wine glass that did not fall to the ground. Under the light, the liquid inside was crystal clear and delicate, and half lifted Cen Simiao, put the wine glass to her lips.

Don't overdo it.

But he was pinched by Lu Mufan and drank in. The wine was a bit spicy, and it went into her throat a little faster. She coughed, her cheeks turned red, and she reached out and pushed the wine glass away.

Lu Mufan's arms shook, and the wine was poured on her chest.

Cen Simiao was coughing, her chest was undulating, and her clothes were clinging tightly, looming.

His eyes tightened.

One night passed, Cen Simiao felt that her head was dizzy and she could feel Lu Mufan, but she didn't know what was going on. She had no reason and did what he said.

Even though Lu Mufan bullied her particularly hard, she was tolerant, she didn't even care about it, she didn't even have the ability to think.

She was very weak and exhausted. Wake up again, it's afternoon. Cen Simiao opened her eyes, just like she didn't wake up. She moved her arms, sat up, and slid the covered quilt down.

Can not reveal the body of the strands.

The door suddenly opened. Lu Mufan came in from the outside and saw a scene on the bed. He stared for a moment, walked over and asked softly, "Hungry?"

Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead and felt a little uncomfortable. His eyes grew deeper, and he pursed his lips to let her continue to lie down, and then went to the kitchen to pick up the meals that had been prepared.

Lu Mufan did not go to the company today and has been guarding her by the bed.

Cen Simiao had no appetite, but he was forced to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge. In fact, she didn't know what she was doing, and her eyes were dull.

Lu Mufan wiped her mouth clean, very gentle.

Then she lay beside her and held Cen Simiao in her arms. She earned a few times. Lu Mufan was more powerful. She gradually became obedient. After a while, she closed her eyes and slept again.

He looked down at his arms, and stroked her face, his eyes becoming a bit scary: "Good."

Cen Simiao was lethargic for two days. The system kept calling her, but she could not get a response. She was particularly anxious. At first it thought that Lu Mufan's appetite was to drink medicine and porridge.

So there is no blocking.

Sure enough, it is easy to delay things.

Cen Simiao later woke up waking up, her head awake a bit, and she doesn't need to say systematically, she also knows that it is abnormal. There was no one else in the bedroom except her, and she yawned a few times, her legs softened, and she stepped on the ground.

She went to open the door.

Lu Mufan was going upstairs, holding a glass of water in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, but raised his eyes, but found that the bedroom door lock was shaking, and his expression was instantly stiff.

He rolled his knot, took out the key and turned in the door lock, opened the door, and Cen Simiao looked down before his eyes.

Lu Mufan dropped her eyelashes, naturally held her arm, walked in, and closed the door: "Wake up, are you uncomfortable?"

Cen Simiao broke his hand away, and his face was a little somber: "What's the matter?"

He looked up, his eyes in doubt and wonder: "What's going on?"

Cen Simao opened her mouth, but saw that he put his water glass down, then straightly straightened up, extremely tender: "Hungry or not? I'll get something for you."

She looked at him for a moment, closed her lips, and without speaking, turned and walked outside. Just holding the doorknob, Lu Mufan came to hold her, and opened her hand to hold the doorknob.

She tightened her jaw and said with a slight mockery, "What are you anxious, I just went to the living room."

Lu Mufan's frown and anger filled her eyebrows, Cen Simiao pushed him away: "Why did I sleep so long?"

With a throbbing throat, he suddenly snorted and looked at Cen Simiao: "You don't feel bad for cleaning up the guard for me."

Speaking of the last few words, she was shaved by Lu Mufan's eyes.

Cen Simiao bit her lip: "Don't talk nonsense."

He grabbed Cen Simiao's chin, made her look up and looked closer, "OK, I won't say."

Then Cen Simiao was almost killed by him.

Although these days, Lu Mufan stayed with her, but she was not idle. She had been busy working on the company's affairs. She had a particularly bad health calendar. Her smooth and smooth investment suddenly made a mistake.

The whole company is busy.

The health calendar is not stupid. I found someone to investigate and knew that Lu Mufan did it. He was completely dead at this time. Lu Mufan really liked her. Those rumors were all false.

The faintly burning flame in Wei Li's heart went out. He took the initiative to contact Lu Mufan several times, and he was very direct there, with a particularly indifferent attitude.

He interceded and was rejected.

Wei Li was so anxious that he picked up his cell phone on Cen Simiao's phone number, rubbed it a few times, and hesitated.

Cen Simiao was locked up at home and couldn't get out of the house. Lu Mufan was always by his side, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes every day.

Cen Simiao feels weird, why every time the plot goes this way.

The system was silent for a long time before saying: "Perhaps because of personality, no matter how many worlds you experience, some of your personalities will not change."

She raised an eyebrow: "You say me?"

It didn't make a noise, and half a moment opened the sigh of bgm.

When Lu Mufan was working from home, Cen Simiao was lying on the bed and couldn't get tired. He glanced from time to time, and then he was able to work at ease.

Cen Simiao ignored him these days and refused to say a word, except when she was in bed at night, she couldn't help making a sound.

Lu Mufan was not in a hurry, and she would be close to her whenever she was free, and coaxed her by talking to herself. Cen Simiao was impatient, frowned, and turned his head away from him.

Lu Mufan's eyes became gloomy.

That night, Lu Mufan shut down the computer and saw Cen Simiao coming out of the bathroom. He stared at her for a long time, squeezed a piece of paper on the table, and kneaded it in his palm.

With a smile on his face: "Sleep early and sleep."

Cen Simao ignored him, took out the hair dryer by herself, and dried her hair. The noise was so loud that he didn't even notice when Lu Mufan walked behind her until he was holding her waist.

Lu Mufan took the hair dryer and blew her hair carefully, her movements were particularly gentle. Cen Simiao moved his body, took a few steps forward, was carried back by him, and was very dependent.

After a while, he said, "I can stop, as long as you stop thinking about him."

Cen Simao was anxious and turned around: "I have nothing to do with him!"

So do n’t stop it!

Lu Mufan seemed to have made up his mind. The information revealed from his phone conversations with others at home really seemed to be merciful.

Cen Simiao felt the taste of taking off for the first time.

If something happens, we must actively resolve it.

At this juncture, Cen Simiao received the news from the health calendar, saying that she thanked her for her plea, and then let Lu Mufan stop at the last juncture.

She has a headache.

Cen Simiao sent a message to Wei Li, saying whether she should meet. There was a particularly easy promise. After she waited for the calendar to say the meeting time, she left only this one and deleted the rest.

She still couldn't get out at home, although the bedroom door was not locked, the door was locked firmly. In the daytime, she got into Lu Mufan's arms and was more proactive, different from her cold attitude.

Lu Mufan was in doubt, but still couldn't hold back. When he was in bed, he stared at her with a sense of ruthlessness in his eyes. At the end, Cen Simiao went to take a shower before letting him go to the bathroom.

Tired of tiredness, she quickly got dressed and picked up the key in his clothes and hurried out.

Not forgetting to put her cell phone on the bedside table and not take it away.

After Cen Simiao got into the car, Lu Mufan hadn't come after her. She waited for a while, saw a figure from afar, and quickly turned the key, her expression instantly panicked.

His hair was soggy that he didn't have time to dry it, his eyebrows were gloomy and his jaw was tight. When Cen Simiao was about to start the car, he opened the door of the car, and Cen Simiao was panicking.

Lu Mufan took her face cold and dragged her back to the living room. Cen Simiao was struggling, and his eyes became scary. Without saying a word, pull the curtains, then press Cen Simiao directly on the sofa, reach out and chop off her clothes.

Keep only underwear.

Without further movement, she left her body, went upstairs with a gloomy face, holding her clothes in her hand, and threw the key to her: "The door is unlocked, you can leave."

Cen Simiao was so angry that she wanted to curse.

He threw all the clothes outside Cen Simiao's closet into another bedroom, and then locked the door tightly. Cen Simiao quickly ran over to stop, but it still didn't work.

She gritted her teeth. "You bastard."

Lu Mufan stared at her, holding her shoulders, and unconsciously touching her fingertips, feeling slippery: "I thought the calendar would no longer think he shouldn't have it."

Cen Simiao raised her chin: "I said I had nothing to do with him."

Lu Mufan leaned down, his eyes dim: "I don't want you to mention him."

His expression suddenly changed, and he bent his lips, tenderly: "A few days is our wedding anniversary. What gift do you want to give me?"