All The Male Leads Have Blackened

It's early winter, and the weather is so cold. Liu Wuzhen wears it thinly, and hurries out, he doesn't care about wearing a coat. The charcoal fire was burning in his room, especially warm, like spring.

The main reason is that Cen Simiao loves staying with him, the wind is cold and not good, and his face does not look rosy at first. Liu Wuzhen was afraid that she would get cold again, so he ordered people to burn a few more stoves, and made the room very comfortable .

But he was afraid of the heat, and Cen Simiao felt that the temperature was just right, so he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only change his cotton clothes and put on his single clothes.

Cen Simiao not only did not have to work at him, he also had delicious food, and the two of them could just talk. It's not that Liu Wuzhen hasn't heard the gossip, but she always has a way to dispel doubts.

In addition, this time she was ill and was rushed back by Bai Muzhi. If they had something, where would it be.

When Liu Wuzhen learned the news, he felt nervous and felt ashamed of her. But afraid of Cen Simiao's head heating, tell him what she was staring at Bai Muzhi.

He was particularly disturbed.

But Cen Simiao never went to him, and An An was now divided. Later, he couldn't help it, and looked for it.

Cen Simao has been hiding from him, and dare not look at it. Liu Wuzhen frowned and deliberately found a few words to talk to her. Cen Simiao was just an answer, not enthusiastic at all.

There was a vague sullen mood in his heart.

Cen Simiao seemed to be unaware and treated him properly.

Liu Wuzhen didn't speak any more and turned to leave. The girl who was in charge of serving him in the room felt that something was wrong. He was always gentle. He was a modest gentleman, but now he had a somber face and an angry eyebrow.

The concubine was puzzled and asked tentatively.

Liu Wuzhen froze for a moment, which made people feel terrible. The maidservant was so frightened that she immediately bowed her head, not even dare to show up.

A few days later, Liu Wuzhen became more and more irritable, and even the books that he usually read aside, were set aside. In the evening, he suddenly felt the cold wind entering the room, raised his eyes and scanned it again, and saw the window staggered a gap and walked over to close it.

As soon as I raised my hand, I saw the woman's silhouette reflected in the paper window, and the hair hanging from her shoulders was blown up by the wind, thin and fragile.

He moved.

I heard a familiar voice with a touch of sadness: "My son."

Ceng Simiao had a nasal sound because of the wind and cold, as if she had cried. He squeezed his lips and moved his throat, trying to close the window, but his arms did not listen.

He lowered his eyebrows, he clenched his palms, and just stood here, after a while, heard the sound of sneezing. Liu Wuzhen raised his eyes, and the shadow on the paper window began to embrace his arms, seemingly cold.

His jaw tightened. "Come in and talk."

Cen Smiao flinched and said nothing. Liu Wuzhen looked at the anger that was getting smaller in his heart, and then burned again, frowning, his voice unconsciously became louder: "You came to me just want to stand here? "

She shivered.

Liu Wuzhen said impatiently: "In the end ..."

Cen Simiao looked up, her eyes were red, her lips were clenched, and she couldn't let tears fall.

He froze suddenly, his heart tightening.

Cen Simiao choked and said, "I can't live with my son, I have failed your trust."

Liu Wuzhen was tense, his throat rolled, and her crying voice sounded in her ear, but she could not hear what she was talking about.

He slammed Cen Simiao's shoulder, "It's my fault."

Cen Simiao froze, lying on his shoulders, and raised his brows without speaking.

After a while, Liu Wuzhen treated her very well and never mentioned Bai Muzhi again. It was quite comfortable for the two to stay together. Cen Simao wanted to eat and dress what he wanted to avoid people's ears.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes: "My son, I can do anything for you."

Liu Wuzhen just smiled softly and handed her a piece of pastry without saying much. Waiting for the two to get along very well, Bai Muzhi appeared, and happened to let Liu Wuzhen hit him.

Liu Wuzhen was not far away, and the light of noon was the strongest of the day, and he could see it clearly.

Bai Muzhi's cold eyebrows disappeared without any trace at this moment. His eyes were all hot and deep, holding the person in his arms tightly, his kisses became stronger and stronger.

He wore a big cloak and almost wrapped the man in his arms.

Liu Wuzhen was stiff and didn't see the woman's face. Her clothes were common to her, but she was very close to Cen Simiao. He was lucky.

Maybe not Cen Simiao.

The woman began to respond, holding a small chin, and the whole person was attached to Bai Muzhi. Her enthusiasm and shyness aroused him and started to shrink back. Instead, Bai Muzhi lost his reason.

She seemed to be out of breath and pushed his chest away from the flushed face, breathing heavily. Raised a pair of moist eyes, and squinted inadvertently, his eyes tightened.

Bai Muzhi kissed her cheek again and realized that she wasn't quite right. He paused and looked down at her gaze.

Liu Wuzhen stood there, his lips were pale and his eyes were cold.

Bai Mu stopped her brow and spoke first, her voice still with a mute voice that didn't come out of desire | "Why don't you stand there?"

Liu Wuzhen looked at Cen Simiao, she was already in Bai Muzhi's arms, and she dared not look at him with her head down. Bai Mu's eyelashes dropped, holding her thin waist, and said to Liu Wuzhen: "It's too cold here, I'll take her back first."

When the voice fell, footsteps sounded.

Liu Wuzhen stared at their back.

Bai Muzhi's house was no different from the outside, it was all cold. Cen Simiao's placket was ripped open, and she frowned to resist.

Bai Mu stopped for a moment.

Cen Simao's jaw was tight, and her voice was a little sharp: "You let me go!"

Like a cat with a paw.

Scratched it in his heart.

Bai Mu stopped his eyes and frowned: "How did you turn your face? It was just fine."

Cen Simiao was silent, her body trembled, and her emotions were a little excited. He frowned, remembering that Liu Wuzhen was standing there, his expression suddenly cooled down: "You think he was hit by ..."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, her eyes dark and anger.

Bai Muzhi's words stopped subconsciously.

She said, "What about earrings?"

Bai Mu stopped frowning and wrathed. She had planned to give her earrings, and now she saw that she was so concerned.

He turned around and poured a cup of tea. Suddenly he heard footsteps. Cen Simiao was walking towards the door. His face was somber and stern: "Stop."

Cen Simiao stepped in a footstep.

She continued to stay in Bai Muzhi's room, almost the same as she had before, but she just started to resist his contact, and she didn't have any good looks at all.

Bai Muzhi held her directly to the bed. She was very stubborn and struggled instantly, especially fiercely. He frowned, staring at her for a long while, tearing the quilt over her, and lying down.

"Want to go to bed for one night and get cold again?"

Cen Simiao frowned.

Her attitude was cold and Bai Muzhi was even more angry. The two seemed to be sleeping together every day. In fact, only Bai Muzhi was sticky, holding her together, and seemed to be addicted to kissing.

It did not move the manual foot.

Cen Simiao took a moment to glance at Liu Wuzhen.

I thought I would eat it behind closed doors, but I didn't expect it, but I could go in as before.

Liu Wuzheng held the book and did not look at her. Cen Simao walked directly to her, no guilt was found between her brows, just like all people are fine: "My son."

He gave a look of expression, and did not look away from the book.

Cen Simiao shouted again, bending her eyes, as gentle as coaxing the child.

Liu Wuzhen held the book tightly, raised his head, his eyes were cold, his jaw strained, and he stared at her.

Cen Simiao was stiff, and twitched her lips: "Why does the boy look at me like this?"

He raised his hand and stroked Cen Simiao's cheek, very gentle, and slowly slid down, fell on her neck, fixed his eyes, and gently rubbed his fingertips in one place.

The corners of his lips were bent, and suddenly his expression was haggard. He grabbed her collar and dragged it to the front of the mirror. Cen Simiao stomped her footsteps, almost fell, and looked up to see the kiss marks on her neck.

Her face changed.

In the mirror, Liu Wuzhen's face was full of hatred, and he severely dropped the book on her face: "You still have a face here with me!"

Cen Simiao suddenly felt a terrible pain.

He was emotional, completely ignorant of the past, and said sharply, "You have been kidding me these days, but you can talk to me and give him a hug."

"I used to chew the root of my tongue and I still do n’t believe it. I really regret it at the moment. You two are in the same room every day and rest in the same bed at night.

Cen Simiao slaps him hard.

Liu Wuzhen paused, then became furious, grabbed her shoulders, but saw Cen Simiao more excited than him, red eyes, sharp voice.

"Who am I for? Every day there is freezing to death, but he still has to lose his smile. When he is happy, he treats me better. When he is not happy, he lets me step on the ground barefoot. This is the wind and cold, but he is driven Out. "

Liu Wuzhen's anger remained unabated, but the hand on her shoulder was lighter.

Cen Simiao began to choke as she said: "You are good to me, I am good to you. Don't say he wants me, even if it is my life, as long as I can help you, I am willing!"

Liu Wuzhen trembled and clenched his teeth.

She burst into tears: "No matter how hard I suffer, I can bear it. But the most uncomfortable thing is that I am by his side, but I miss you all the time."

Cen Simiao bowed her head: "Now you scold me like this, you might as well die."

She broke away from Liu Wuzhen and ran towards the door. Liu Wuzhen went back to her, hugged her, panicked, the anger in her eyes dispersed, panting, her eyes staring.

Cen Simiao is still crying.

The system thought that Liu Wuzhen would go to Bai Muzhi to settle the account with his sword, but the result was that, a little disappointed. Cen Simiao had expected it. If Liu Wuzhen was about to turn his face, he would take a shot when he saw that she was hugging Bai Muzhi.

But I just endure it now.

And has not left the idea of ​​Xunyoujiao.

He still feels that it is most important to complete the task of the head.

When it was dark, Cen Simiao left, and Liu Wuzhen sent her to the door. Snow fell in the sky, and a thin layer of snowflakes had accumulated on the ground. The two were very silent. What do you think.

Cen Simiao looked up and said, "You pay attention to your body."

Liu Wuyi responded.

She added: "Remember to ..."

The words stopped, Cen Simiao looked at the front, stiff. Liu Wuzhe was stunned, and looking at it, Bai Muzhi stood there, the scarlet fur coat was stained with white snowflakes, and a few pieces of snow fell on the black hair.

He looked at Cen Simiao: "Come here."

Cen Simao slowly walked over, Liu Wuzhen behind his eyes darkened.

Bai Muzhi covered her with the big nun in her hand, which made her even weaker, and he tied it carefully: "You have the wind cold, and it will be uncomfortable if you catch cold again."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes: "What's so terrible? I'll go back to my place of residence."

Bai Mu stopped his brow and smiled on his lips. His eyes were dark and a little cold: "I learned to talk back, who taught you? What did you do when you ran here on such a cold day, and did n’t you already guilty of stealing chicken soup? "

She stared at Bai Muzhi and turned to look at Liu Wuzhen again.

Already in doubt.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes, and the light suddenly flowed. The charm of her body was revealed: "If he is not sincere enough to abandon me, would you like me to accompany him?"