All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Wu Lishen had a bad backache.

Although I did n’t delay filming, my expressions were in place, but when I sat down, I was very slow. The people in the crew looked at him with no expression.

Several male actors who had become familiar with him rushed forward, unscrewed the bottle cap, drank a sip of water, hooked their necks, and lowered their voices: "Yes, it's hard enough."

Wu Lishen's expression remained unchanged. He took the script and glanced at it, listening to the ear still talking, and took the script and patted it on the head of the person next to him, glancing at: "Your boy wants to try it?"

The man suddenly choked and coughed and waved.

Wu Lishen opened the phone and deleted all the small videos inside.

Keep it up.

He had a backache purely sleeping on the floor, lying on the sofa every night, Cen Simiao refused to walk to bed, he just wanted to sleep on the sofa.

Wu Lishen returned to the hotel and saw the sofa, his eyes were not right, like an enemy.

Cen Simiao is counting the two days, guessing when Xu Senni will have a taste. But she hasn't moved yet, she only called on the day she opened.

Bacheng felt that there was a batch of real paintings in his hand, and he was not panic.

As a result, Xu Senni's phone came just after thinking so much.

Soft and tender words, true feelings.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and asked the system.

"If my life is in danger, is your system responsible for protecting it?"

The system is still struggling with the orange plug-in. When I heard this, it was quite impatient. I shut down the plug-in website and put a few bg on the table.

"You're boned to the side! No time!"

Cen Simiao peeled the oranges and it was delicious.

Wu Lishen intensified the filming process in the past two days. He ate lunch at the studio on the set. He now prepares breakfast before going to bed every day, waiting for Cen Simiao to eat.

Even for lunch and dinner, he gave Cen Simiao a takeaway in the crew.

Cen Simiao frowned.

When Wu Lishen returned, it was already midnight. He entered the door lightly, and took off his shoes while stumbling on the sofa.

no one.

His eyebrows tightened, his gaze shifted to the hanger, and Cen Simiao's bags were still there. There was a breath in my heart, and my voice was heavy: "Sister Cen?"

Did not hear the response.

Wu Lishen took a few steps inside, and suddenly heard a slight footstep. Quickly headed towards the source, striding across, standing next to the stove, wearing a simple home clothes, loose collar, half-bent waist. Looks particularly lazy.

Turn your back to him and stare at the pot and pan.

"What are you standing there for? Not going to sleep yet."

Cen Simao paused for a while, then turned around, with a puzzled expression on her face, and wearing headphones. Seeing him coming back, he took off his headphones and asked, "When did you come back?"

Then he said to himself, "I'm thinking about how to cook, so I don't need to worry about it later."

Wu Lishen stared at her for a long time, and without a word turned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Cen Simiao was a little stunned.

I had planned to cook by myself, so as not to make him so tired, why offend people.

When Wu Lishen was free during this time, he had no need to shoot for two days. He lay directly on the sofa and slept for a day.

Cen Simiao was sitting on the sofa and painting her toes with nail polish. The fuchsia lined the white and tender skin, and it looked more and more beautiful.

Suddenly, Wu Li Shen turned over.

She gave a subconscious glance, and Xia Liang was kicked off, just under her body. Putting the nail polish on the ground, reaching for the quilt with effort, just when it touched the edge, Wu Li opened her eyes with a heavy eye.

Suddenly Cen Simiao was startled, her action was crooked, and she hit him. Wu Li Shenshun grabbed her waist and yawned lightly in the ear: "You're used to smashing me."

Cen Simao raised her head and bumped into his gaze.

Wu Li Shen Gang's gaze was a bit idle when she was awake. The whole person was lazy. Now that she has returned to God, she has no cover in the past.

Gently receding, the desire in the eyes | Undisguised.

Cen Simiao cleared her throat, opened her mouth, and was just about to speak, but her lips were hot, and she was pinched tighter, surrounded by his breath.

She glanced at the task bar, 75 percent.

Cen Simao was trembling with excitement, her cheeks were red, and her chest was undulating. As she was preparing to respond, she suddenly felt her arms loose and her lips parting.

She was blindfolded and stared at Wu Lishen.

He had a blue complexion, glanced at Cen Simiao, rolled his throat, gasped, and pursed his lips: "What are you afraid of, shaking so hard, I can't eat you again."

Cen Simiao was sulking in his throat.

Go to your mother's.

Wu Lishen started to be awkward here. For a few days, her attitude was particularly cold. Cen Simiao held her breath and couldn't say it.

Xu Senni can't drag it anymore. She packed her luggage and was going to go back to check it out. She sent a WeChat to Xu Senni before leaving.

Wu Lishen dragged her suitcase and sent her to the car, still cold. Cen Simiao bit her tongue and looked at him. She was glared when she was about to speak.

She pursed her lips and looked down at her phone. In fact, ask the system if there is any way. The system finally installed the orange plug-in and shook his head while eating.

"But the ancient Raiders said that in this case, the other party should want to kill you."

Wu Li's brows frowned increasingly.

He returned to the hotel and saw the slippers Cen Simiao passed on the ground at a glance. Squinted, went to the refrigerator and took a bottle of water to drink.

He pursed his lips, suddenly walked towards the pair of slippers, and lowered his head with a sharp kick.

After receiving the news, Xu Senni ran to Cen Simiao's residence and waited.

She clenched her bag and gritted her teeth. The batch of paintings in her hand were actually fake. Later, when she could not lie to Cen Simao, she planned to find someone to let go to make a fortune. As a result, people were said to be false at a glance.

It's just that the frame is good, and selling it alone is worth pocket money.

It means that all her money was lost. Cen Simiao had figured it out.

Now I am afraid that all the money for painting is in her hands.

When did Cen Simiao know her identity, she actually turned her around.

When Cen Simiao arrived home, she saw the person standing at the door, staring, biting her cheeks, **** her nails, and turning her nails white, she looked like a cannibal.

Entering the room, Xu Senni wore shoes and started to smash things.

The teacup and wineglass on the table shattered all over. The chairs fell apart, and when the fall fell, the wine rack fell down. The glass shattered all over the floor, and the nose tip was full of strong wine taste. It mixed with smoke and caused headaches.

Cen Simiao went to open the window.

After looking back, Xu Senni pointed her nose at her and scolded her: "You are not too big, but you have a lot of hearts. You have been in partnership for a business, but you have been pitted. You knew each other and felt that there was a fate. It was good to get rich together, but I did not expect you. So cheap. "

Cen Simiao glanced at her, and her lips were bent, her eyes were not smiling. At this time, she didn't pick out the matter and didn't know what she was thinking.

Could it be that Xu Senni still thinks she can spit out the money again.

Cen Simiao glanced at her: "What are you in a hurry, and lost money, I will find someone to pad it."

Look down to find the phone in the bag, open the screen, and dial the phone.

"Hidden calendar." Her voice was cold but a little crying, she turned on the phone and threw it on the coffee table.

"Reluctant to call me, I will say a few words to you, and get angry with me." The tone was helpless.

Cen Simiao was sitting on the sofa, leaning on the cushion, her expression was particularly relaxed, but her voice was very sad: "I, I didn't mean to make trouble with you, I was afraid you would abandon me."

He chuckled: "What are you thinking about?"

"I lose money doing business with people."

A moment later, he said, "How much?"

Cen Simiao said that it was twice as much as the investment money. Hu Yinli said, "Just because of this bad mood, just make trouble with me? You ..."

After finishing talking, Xu Senni picked up her phone and hung up. The whole person was trembling with popularity, his eyes were straight, and Cen Simiao was stared: "You don't have to face."

Xu Senni recently had trouble eating or sleeping for this matter, for fear that Hu Yinli would blame her if she knew. After all, she was always sensible and dignified in front of Hu Yinli, and she could do everything very well.

Opening the gallery was full of confidence, but ended up losing out. She knew that Hu Yin didn't care about money, but she would be stupid. That's why I went crazy to find Cen Simiao.

She still scolded the words "shameless, bitch".

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes. She wore a red skirt and sat down, covering her thighs, her skin was white and tender, just like a peeled lychee.

He raised an eyebrow, with a mockery in his eyes, and his voice was cold: "I don't want a face?"

Xu Senni raised her voice and continued to scold.

Cen Simiao sneered, his chin raised slightly: "You fell asleep, my boyfriend about to get married, I didn't sleep with your husband."