All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Cen Simiao was wearing a night dress, and her legs were lightly resting on the sofa. The moonlight outside passed through the window and was white and slender. The hair is still dry, the water is ticking, the cloth next to the collarbone is moist, the smoke at the fingertips burns more than half, and the body is full of smoke.

The eyes adapted to the darkness, and the figure was dimly seen.

She leaned over to the ashtray on the coffee table, extinguished the cigarette butts, and the only sporadic flare disappeared, and her throat was a little dry: "Why are you back?"

Wu Lishen still maintained the original posture.

Without a response, she pursed her lips, stood up, lit her cell phone, took a breath, bolded herself, walked into the room, raised her eyes, and saw his look indifferent, with sarcasm on her lips.

Cen Simiao stopped her feet and turned her head.

Before she had time to speak, she suddenly felt a pain in her arm and was dragged tightly. She didn't stand firmly under her feet, and when she walked a few steps, she almost fell.

Wu Lishen tilted his head, paused, and did not help her, still dragging her to the sofa, a little less force. He frowned, squeezing his anger, and the original indifference disappeared.

Cen Simiao also became sullen at the moment, opened her mouth to curse, but looked up to see him look gloomy, somehow, her head turned around at the tip of her tongue and pressed back.

On the contrary, Wu Lishen turned his head and said, "Why don't you scold people? You are so powerful."

He had a terrifying tone, Cen Simiao looked up in disapproval, Wu Li stared, looking like he wanted to quarrel. Don't overdo it, but she has some grievances in her tone: "No, just smoke."

"What's so fierce at me?"

Wu Lishen looked for a moment, and when he reacted, he seemed to have eaten a dead fly. He laughed angrily: "Cen Simiao, you've given me no weight now, are you?"

The person in front of him didn't speak, don't over his head, with his eyes down, his chest undulating, as if aggrieved.

He squeezed his lips tightly, and frowned deeper and deeper, feeling awkward, his heart was about to explode, glanced at the phone on the sofa, and picked it up.

Call history, one minute and two seconds.

"You have been chatting for a long time."

Cen Simiao feels that there is something wrong with his time concept.

Wu Lishen took out his cell phone and dialed Liu Si in front of her. I didn't know what to do there. The ringing sound was picked up again. The voice was low. ? "

He glanced at Cen Simiao, with a strange tone: "Thank you, if it weren't for you and I, today."

Cen Smiao was uncomfortable when she was seen, she pursed her lips and pinned her head to the other side.

I heard him say, "I don't know if Brother Liu has time tomorrow. Let's meet."

A promise from there.

Wu Lishen did not hang up, and then said, "Bring the new person you want to promote recently."

There was a pause on the phone, and it seemed a little embarrassing. Wu Li ignored him and directly stated the address. Please be sure to come.

The last two words were spoken almost biting the posterior molars.

The eyes staring at Cen Simiao were getting harder and harder.

hang up the phone.

Cen Simiao felt that she could not be so persuaded, and turned her head to look at him. Before he could talk, he said, "Come with me tomorrow."

She said, "Why not go."

Wu Li Shen sneered: "Don't go? You all answered his phone. Don't want to see the real person?"

Cen Simiao was angry: "You talk less, that's a phone number, how do I know who called it!"

"Listen to what you mean, are you sorry?"

Cen Simiao stared: "You have no reason to make trouble, I will not go anyway!"

Wu Li's throat moved, and the anger in her eyebrows suddenly dissipated, her tone soft and flat: "Okay, let's divorce."

Cen Simiao was shocked.

He added: "Your money is a post-marriage account and belongs to the common property of the couple. Half of the divorce."

It was like remembering something, and suddenly realized: "Yes, the fostering agreement is still there. I will still live in your house after the divorce. You remember to pay the money on time."

Cen Simiao shivered with anger.

Early in the morning, the two went out together, their faces were not good-looking, and their brows were frowned. Wu Lishen was concentrating on driving, and was facing a morning rush hour, which was blocked.

He opened the window, reached for the cigarette case, pulled out a pinch in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter. Cen Simiao heard the sound and glanced at the flames.

It was the bag she sucked last night.

After smoking a cigarette, he hated: "The smoke is too small."

Cen Simiao leaned on the back of her chair, and her hard-working staff was so useless.

Liu Si and the artist waited in a private dining room.

Poured a cup of tea, the color was bright, the fragrance smelled, the artist smiled, and his tone was particularly respectful: "Liu Ge, you moisten your throat."

Liu Si's attitude was completely the opposite, his head was about to explode, his brows were frowned and his complexion was blue. He hasn't thought about it since the last time. Cen Simiao and Wu Lishen are good, they seem to have a relationship.

Now is the time to adjust the oil in honey.

Where else is in the eyes.

Yesterday Wu Lishen called him, and then felt that something was wrong, and then called the artist under him. At first, he refused to say anything, but then he got angry and made it clear.

This is a basket.

He glanced at the artist, his anger grew more and more, and the corners of his lips were bent backwards. He clasped the table with one hand and his voice was dull: "You look good."

The artist had a smile in his eyes, was preparing a few words of modesty, and heard: "Unfortunately, my brain is not good."

Liu Si's eyebrows were all cold.

Wu Lishen walked to the door of the private room, paused, and turned to look at Cen Simiao. She was unhappy, noticed her eyes, and glared at him.

Wu Lishen didn't see it and pulled her hand.

Suddenly broke away.

He cheeked up his shoulders.

As soon as the door was opened, what Liu Si saw was the affectionate look of the young couple.

The original hanging heart, now even mentions the throat. The artist next to him disdains. It is clearly a relationship that is supported by money.

Cen Simiao is running out of money. Can he still do that?

The artist looked at Wu Lishen again, his face was really good, and there was a hint of jealousy. He pursed his lips again, so what, he looked good, but there was no chance.

Wu Li Shen didn't look at him at all.

After entering the door, Cen Simiao hushed in front of him. It was as if it wasn't him who was playing around last night. Cen Simiao smiled with a shy smile on her face, her arm blocked by the tablecloth, and she groped underneath.

Wu Lishen reached out his teapot and poured tea.

Suddenly the muscles on his arm tightened, paused, and continued. Put it in front of Cen Simiao, frowning on the back of others, and said softly, "It's hot, wait until you drink."

When he looked up at Liu Si, his expression was sweet again.

Cen Simiao beat his thigh, his hands were sore.

Wu Lishen didn't change his face: "Liu, I come here, you should know what it is for."

Liu Si had long wanted to answer the question, but the two of them didn't even look at him and couldn't intervene at all. He hurriedly said: "This was originally an unkind thing to me, but I'm also a hobby."

After a pause, he deliberately made a look of embarrassment.

Looked at the entertainer again: "This child is too dead-headed."

The artist drew his eyebrows, squeezed his fingers in his pants, and sighed softly. Cen Simiao looked at it subconsciously, and her hand suddenly hurt.

She turned her head, Wu Li sinking into her, staring at the artist, not seeing the emotions in his eyes: "He doesn't die, he is very lively."

The artist looked up.

Hearing him again said, "My mind is too stupid, and my heart is too much to hinder things."

There was another pain in the thigh. Wu Li's eyebrows were tender and her head turned, Cen Simiao stared at him.

He bent his lips and said, "I just look so good, don't stare like that, I'm sorry."

Cen Simiao gritted her teeth and smiled shyly.

The artist rubbed his eyebrows, feeling irritable, and his heart started to panic. He was less confident for a moment. He was restless and smiled softly: "Sister Cen, the tea should not be hot at this moment. You try it, here. not bad."

Wu Lishen drank that cup of tea directly.

Without talking any more, he took out his mobile phone and sent Liu Si the picture.

There are three people in the photo. Two men are dressed in fashionable clothes, their faces are clear, and an impatient look extends into the ragged tramp.

The other had a clean lunch box in his hand and a cold drink. He squatted to talk to the tramp, his eyes were kind.

Both of them are artists under Liu Si's hands. Impatient is the one who called Cen Simiao.

Wu Lishen bent her eyes and said, "I gave you this picture. It's yours, but I can wait for your thanks."

The artist felt that something was wrong, and looked over, and his face was ugly. He thought that Wu Lishen would rectify him, but Liu Si would never see him dead, because the reputation of an artist under his hands was ruined, and everyone else would affect it more or less.

But I did not expect Wu Lishen to use this trick.

As soon as the photos were published, the contrast was strong, and coupled with the hype, it was bound to be hot. He would definitely be scolded, and another person could imagine how many people boasted under the comments.

Both of them are tepid and unpopular. If Liu Si were to be given up, he would definitely be unwilling, but if it was such a frustration, it would be no pity to give up one and give up the other.

The artist's lips were pale, and he suddenly mentioned his throat: "Liu, I ..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Li got up and said, "I have nothing else to do, just go back first. Brother Liu, drink tea here first."

Liu Si quickly got up, clenched his cell phone, with a smile on his face, and sent them out.

Wu Lishen led Cen Simiao, walked to the door, paused, and turned around and said, "Liu, the tea is not hot, drink it quickly."

The artist's face turned blue and white.