Chapter 2 Actor X Rich Girl (2)

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 2 Actor X Rich Girl (2)"

weight="106703"

series = ["All The Male Leads Have Blackened"]

mode = "manual"

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Cen Simiao held the teacup and took a sip, calmly on the surface, a little dazed in her heart. The goal this time is really passionate.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his gaze fell randomly somewhere, in the eyes of others, as if he was stunned. Liu Si winked at Wu Lichen, who pursed his lips, touched the cigarette subconsciously, and then paused.

It didn't seem to be irritable between the eyebrows. He poured a cup of tea, held it in his hand, leaned back, poured it out, and put the cup aside casually.

He bends his eyes.

"Sister Cen thinks she is small or big?"

Cen Simiao almost choked.

She bit the tip of her tongue lightly and raised her eyes just to hit his gaze. Profound, serious, and serious. The end of the eyes rose slightly, revealing a trace of evil.

The words rolled off his lips unconsciously: "The heat is just right."

The Jinjiang system opens the Guazi txt. file and reports data while chatting.

"Ding-the target's favorability is 0. Please continue to work hard."

"By the way, the current life reversal task progress bar is 2%."

"The progress bar for the task of helping the hero to become the winner of life is one percent."

The system opened the sighing bgm again. This mission was quite tricky, but Cen Simiao had been here for more than a month, and had just met the male lead.

The husband of the original owner didn't even see it at first, except that he could like him on WeChat. The life of the original owner can be summed up in one word, which is miserable.

Both parents died, gritted their teeth and relied on relatives to help, and took the time to do odd jobs and was admitted to a heavyweight. In her sophomore year, when the waiter met Hu Yinli, she thought she had met love and married as soon as she graduated.

Hu Yinli had never treated her materially. The original owner was conservative by nature, and he did not force it. The most is a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Originally, she was about to get married, when Hu Yinli's Bai Yueguang as a student came back.

Divorced and helpless, his eyes were red from crying for him.

Hu Yinli's brain was hot on that day, and he took the account book and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her. When they reacted, the two were lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

The woman knew the existence of the original owner and choked in a low voice: "I'm sorry for her. I have tasted this. She must be very sad. You must take good care of her."

When a man enters the sage mode, the brain circuit is particularly elusive. He really drove the car all night to the original owner's place to propose marriage.

Then tried to get a fake|marriage certificate.

After all, he had been focusing on the original owner since college. Although there were other women during this period, he still felt that the original owner was most right. It's impossible to let him let go now.

The reason why you can become a white moonlight is not just a good-looking face, but also a means of pressing the bottom of the box. As soon as he received the certificate and arranged for the original owner to enter the house, Hu Yinli was called away without even touching the original owner's side.

The original owner had an idea in his heart, but he felt ashamed to talk about it, and lived alone in peace, then called and asked when he was not busy and could come home.

But he slipped his feet in the bathtub, knocked his head and swallowed.

For Wu Lichen, Cen Simiao's appearance is definitely a great thing.

When leaving, she bends down slightly, her chest is low, ready to get up, bit her cheek, and see a pair of brown leather shoes approaching.

He squinted his eyes and stood up.

Gently rubbing his forehead against his chest, his bangs pressed against his face, and when he raised his head, there was a trace of annoyance and alienation in his eyes. Wu Lichen paused, staring at her.

Reaching out to put his hand on Cen Simiao's shoulder, separated by a layer of fabric, feeling his hot palm, Cen Simiao was about to break away, so he let go first.

There was a smile on his lips, his voice was gentle, but his tone was stubborn.

"Remember to find me earlier, the dishes are not tasty when they are cold."

Cen Simiao found a smoking area, leaned against the corner, and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his bag. The cigarette was held in the fingertips and held in his mouth with a click, and the flame ignited.

She took a deep breath and felt the tip of her nose reach her lungs, and she felt a refreshing twist.

A cigarette burned halfway, she suddenly remembered something, took out her mobile phone, and missed more than a dozen. Shake off the ashes, put the smoke in his mouth, and clicked on WeChat.

The top dialog box is her group of university students. Right next to it is Hu Yinli. The red bubble shows thirty-five messages.

Cen Simiao opened.

Why don't you answer the phone? The plumber repairer is here, go and open the door.

What happened? Why didn't you answer the phone?

at home?

...

Leaking is a trivial matter, don't take it to heart, if any piece of furniture is not pleasing to the eye, take the opportunity to change it.

Hurry up, I'm worried about you.

Cen Simiao closed her eyes and smoked the remaining half of the cigarette. The eau de toilette that she had sprayed on her body was now tainted with the smell of smoke and added wildness.

She put the phone back, it's still early, not in a hurry.

Cen Simiao spent a whole day shopping in the mall, bought several clothes, did a manicure, and ate a lot of good things. When paying the bill, swipe your card directly and sign to leave.

Cool.

The previous few worlds were too hard to work. They were either eating chaotic food or frugal food, wherever they are like now.

She ate dinner on the sixth floor of the mall and drank two glasses of wine. She felt a little bit drunk before taking a taxi home.

Carrying big bags and small bags, she swayed, and when she reached the gate of the community, she suddenly remembered something. She crooked and almost fell to the ground.

The card is from Hu Yinli.

There must be SMS notifications for so much consumption.

Mom, a headache.

Cen Simiao arched her body, carrying a bag in both hands, found a step and sat down, freed her hand, and held the phone tightly. Closed her eyes, turned her face to one side, and then quietly opened her eyes.

really.

Where did you go?

What's the matter with consumption?

What kind of temper you have, but a good day.

Only these three messages are from a few hours ago. Cen Simiao put her arm on her leg, resting her chin, secretly calculating.

What do you say to the system now?

The system calls out "You finally made someone else's little white face mp3."

Your uncle.

Cen Simiao swallowed her throat, pursed her lips, and dialed Hu Yinli's number.

I pinched my thigh, and the white and tender skin suddenly became red, especially obvious. She sniffed, her throat softened with a clear cry.

"Do you want me anymore?"

With a sad tone, Hu Yinli on the other end of the phone was stunned.

What's going on today? I cried when I came up. I was so angry that I couldn't say anything when I wanted to say a few words. Cleared his throat: "Where have you been?"

Cen Simiao bit a sentence to death.

"Do you want me anymore?"

"The tap at home..."

"Do you want me anymore?"

"……No."

"You just don't want me!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief and walked home on high heels. After shopping for a day, feet are very tired. When walked to the door, saw the little brother in blue overalls.

He raised his voice: "I just hung up your husband's phone. It's okay, I can teach you well. It's you who is thinking of me."

Cen Simiao sighed, frowning slightly: "It's not that he is angry with me. I will treat him today. I'm bothering you."

The little brother waved his hand readily: "What's the matter? I called you during the day and went back. I just arrived now."

The summer is hot, and it is even more stuffy at night. just look forward to a few rains to cool off. As a result, after a few days, there was still no rain.

Wu Lichen accepted the announcement with several actors.

Sing outside the field.

By this day, there was heavy rain and there was no way to stand on the scene.

Li Youyan sat in front of the makeup mirror and cursed. The makeup artist was holding his breath in his heart, and his complexion was not very good, so he rubbed makeup remover oil on his face in silence.

He turned his face and said to the person next to him: "What the hell is the weather? When the fuck is not going down, I have to pick today. Is it easy for me to make some money, fuck."

The man yawned and his eyelids went sleepy: "What are you calling for? It is easy to count your money, which is different from ours."

Li Youyan usually loves publicity, and he was sold by Liu Si. Some people praised him. Naturally, his popularity is the highest. It's not uncommonly discussed behind the scenes.

This sentence was strange, and his face suddenly became ugly. When he twisted his body, he was about to quarrel with his eyes wide open. Suddenly seeing Wu Lichen, his eyes flashed with mockery.

"I'm relaxed, I can't compare to Li Shen."

The volume of this sentence was so loud that there were almost a dozen people in the dressing room, all of which came to my ears. The person who choked with Li Youyan just now laughed.

"It's really easy to get angry in this weather."

Wu Lichen raised his eyes, his whole body gloo, his eyes filled with irritation, and he didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Since met Cen Simiao last time, haven't contacted him again these days.

He squeezed his hair, thinking of Cen Simiao's cold eyes, but his dress was extremely sexy.

Involuntarily took out the lighter, but did not find a cigarette. Repeatedly pressing the lighter, the flame blazed and went out.

"Is that right, Li Shen? Look, your complexion has improved a lot recently."

Wu Lichen released the lighter, threw it on the table, and lifted his chin: "You look in the mirror, and the look of your face looks better. The beggars on the street look better than you."

Li Youyan took off her eyeliner, and the smudge next to her had not had time to wipe it off, mixed with the foundation, and it was dirty. The anger in his heart grew more and more, and he immediately slapped the table: "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Wu Lichen stretched his waist and suddenly his cell phone rang. His eyes flashed suddenly and he grabbed the phone to unlock it.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Taihe Hotel 302.

He stared at the phone for a while, leaned back in the chair, lifted his chin, and smiled. Looking at Li Youyan, his eyes were all rude.

"I am not easy at all."

Because of the strength of her body, his heart was itchy.