Chapter 45 Successful Man X Provoking Women (14)

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 45 Successful Man X Provoking Women (14)"

weight="106746"

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

mode = "manual"

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"What is the degree of goodwill?"

The rare seriousness of the system: "Ninety-nine percent."

"..." Look up again.

"Ninety-nine percent."

Cen Simiao peeled the orange and stuffed a petal into her mouth, frowning, feeling that something was wrong. touched neck, even though only pinched it for a while and then let it go, there was a red mark on it.

It still hurts a bit now.

She was the only one at home, who didn't show Qiu Xijie a good face these days. He coaxed with a good temper, and then went out shopping again.

She stood up, her eyes fell on the TV wall, and then slowly moved away. She looked around at home, staring at the corner of the table for a while.

Without changing clothes, wearing home clothes, picking up the phone, carrying a bag, and opening the door to go out.

Just stand at the door.

Just three minutes after the time on the phone, Qiu Xijie called.

She was patient and did not answer.

Over there took the trouble, calling over again and again.

Connected, the tone is rather cold: "What for?"

Qiu Xijie didn't mind at all, he could feel his eagerness through the phone, and a trace of anxiety trying to hide: "You go, no, are you at home?"

Cen Simiao glanced at the door: "Yes, at home."

There was a pause, there was no movement, only the sound of breathing, Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, took out the key from her bag, turned around, and opened the door to enter.

The door slammed shut.

The spirit came on the phone instantly: "What sound is it related to the sound of the door"

Cen Simiao raised his eyebrows, looked around the room again, changed his slippers, and said casually, "Qiu Xijie, the house is haunted."

Then hung up the phone.

Surveillance was actually used, and she didn't find it when installing it. It was really bothersome. She pursed her lips and did not look for the camera. She went back to the room and opened the wardrobe.

He unbuttoned his clothes, threw the large home clothes aside, his waist was exquisite, and his white skin was exposed to the air.

With a light press, the underwear buckle on the back was loosened, the shoulder straps slipped, and a large white piece of snow on his chest.

She stood calmly in front of the closet, choosing clothes.

The phone rang again, this time it was connected. Cen Simiao was sitting on the bed, with two straight legs stretched forward and put together. Touch your fingertips lightly on it.

"What's the matter?" The ending sound was fascinating.

The breathing became thick and heavy, and the voice was low: "Can you toss me less."

Cen Simiao subconsciously frowned, then bent her eyes again, sliding her fingertips up, pulling up the elastic band on her lower abdomen, and then loosening it.

The sound on the skin was dull.

The phone deliberately got close to her lower abdomen, and she held it to her ear: "I don't understand."

Suddenly heard the door ring and the sound of the key turning. Cen Simiao frowned, immediately hung up the phone, picked up the white shirt he had been staring at, and put it around her messily.

The hem of Qiu Xijie's clothes just passed the hips.

She squinted her eyes and walked to the living room. Qiu Xijie was carrying a lot of things and laying them directly on the ground. His face was particularly ugly, and his Adam's apple moved several times.

The place where Cen Simiao was standing happened to fall in his eyes. Without changing his shoes, the sound of shoes stepping on the floor was particularly clear. Her brows were full of anger, and she stared and asked, "Do you have a problem with your brain? What do you want to do in your own house?"

Qiu Xijie didn't seem to hear her. The two were very close together. He raised his chin, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at her wantonly.

"This dress looks good, better than home clothes."

He touched his arm, his palm was warm, he seemed to be touching his clothes until he reached the neckline: "It's just that the material is not very good. I am comfortable with this one. Would you like to try?"

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she was about to get angry, and she was hugged tightly. The hands on her waist made her breathless.

She raised her head and pushed back, and Qiu Xijie happened to kiss her neck.

He whispered in his ear: "This will come in handy. I'll call up the picture for you later and watch it together."

After speaking, Cen Simiao was hugged on the table. She held her hands behind her and glanced at him, her eyebrows were all cold, and her toes ran across his shoulders: "It's shameless."

When the sky turned dark, Qiu Xijie took a shower with her waist, and then went to the kitchen to cook. Cen Simiao lay soft on the bed. The screen of the phone thrown next to him is still on.

It's all the pictures at the dining table just now.

Cen Simiao glanced, cleared her throat, a little dumb.

The range hood was rumbling, and Qiu Xijie's movements in the kitchen couldn't be heard. She rubbed her wrists, sore. When clicked on WeChat, many messages appeared in the group.

This is still the group added when the original owner was with Jiwen. They are rich and rich wives.

I wanted to delete it, but clicked it.

Attracted her attention instantly.

@关爱孤女小女人: I went to Honey today, and the door was still closed there.

@Hate悠悠爱也悠悠: Someone who reported it in two days or two days, definitely think it is better to close the door to avoid the limelight. Otherwise, can't stand it all the time.

@Life is too special: Alas, the place to have fun is gone.

Cen Simiao stared at the phone, honey is where she went to anger Qiu Xijie before. He made frequent calls a few days ago, and she casually said that there were handsome guys around her, and Qiu Xijie didn't say anything.

Later, learned that she was actually at home, so she called to complain.

During this period of time, even if she went out, Qiu Xijie never thought that she had gone to honey.

Squinted his eyes, don't be the ghost of him.

He glanced at the complaining people in the group, shook his head and sighed, then looked at the kitchen through the crack of the door.

In the kitchen, Qiu Xijie was holding a kitchen knife to cut vegetables and cooking. He was better at it than Cen Simiao, and he had been used to living hard since childhood. There was boiling water in the pot, and he rushed to go to the bedroom first.

Suddenly heard the phone ring.

He was stunned, his brows were a bit solemn, and he walked to the unmonitored storage room: "Is everything ready?"

The tone over there hesitated: "It's good, but are you really not going to be treated? Anyway, it's better to live longer than this."

"Qiang? Where is the strong?" Qiu Xijie stood up straight and looked out the window without turning on the light in the storage room.

Longer time, there are more days when I am unconscious in bed, and I will rely on people to take care of me, and I will not be aware of it at all. I am afraid that Cen Simiao will have to see all the embarrassment.

Qiu Xijie opened the window, feeling a little dull, and the cold wind blew in: "You really have to find out clearly, does she have parents at home?"

"Well, she passed away a few years ago. Just ask her how good this matter is, why you have to check."

He frowned: "I'm full to expose her scars?"

There was a sullen voice and a dull answer, and then heard Qiu Xijie ask: "Are all arrangements made for tonight?"

After dinner, Cen Simiao was dragged out, her legs were sore, she had no strength to step on the ground, and she couldn't understand what Qiu Xijie was thinking.

He went to the small alley, saying that even if he was tired, he walked in a weird posture and no one saw him.

Cen Simiao was too lazy to refute, but after walking for a while, there was a flower in front of him. Someone blocked the road and robbed it. She squinted her eyes, and now she is still playing this set.

Three people stood in front, all wearing masks and holding knives in their hands.

She was guarded by Qiu Xijie.

He was about to let the system knock these people down, but Qiu Xijie got into trouble with them and rushed directly to fight. Cen Simiao was a little confused, but not anxious, the system said he would never be injured.

The knife has eyes now.

As soon as the voice fell, Qiu Xijie was stabbed in the arm, and Cen Simiao hurried over. The group had already escaped. He clutched his wound and looked at Cen Simiao anxiously: "Is there anything wrong?"

She got angry and called the system out for a curse.

The system is wronged, it wouldn't hurt! Unless he stabbed himself with a knife!

Cen Simiao paused and glanced at Qiu Xijie, his face was gloomy, and he stared angrily in the direction the group of people had taken when they fled, muttering in his mouth. If he comes to retaliate again, he will definitely not let them go.

She couldn't say anything.

In the next few days, Qiu Xijie rarely stuck to her again. Going to the company properly and telling her to stay home, there are always reasons to let her go out.

For example, the toothpaste at home is gone.

For example, it's time to pay the electricity bill.

Cen Simiao thought this person was particularly interesting, and followed his intentions. When going out with a bag, he could always feel someone following. There was a natural panic on her face.

The system is serious and sincere, Qiu Xijie specifically finds someone to follow, and he is still driving behind him.

For several days, she was suspicious, particularly panic, and a little afraid of going out. Every time before Qiu Xijie went to the company, she showed a particularly unwilling look.

He coaxed in a good voice, without the slightest impatience: "Hey, wait for me."

Cen Simiao made an excuse to stay: "You are not at home, and I have to wash the fruits myself. Recently, you are cooking. I don’t know where the salt is. Also, the faucet broke yesterday. You happened to be away and you got me. All in water."

Qiu Xijie frowned, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and tried to suppress the pressure: "These are all things that I have to do by myself. How can you rely on me? What will you do in the future."

Cen Simiao lowered her head.

After walking for 20 minutes, called again and said that the gas bill should be paid.

She lost her temper: "Can't you pay it when you come back?"

Qiu Xijie was particularly tired over there: "Okay, I am very busy, but I can still squeeze out free time. If you are not free at home..."

Cen Simiao frowned, "I don't need you, I just go."

Stepping out, as expected, there were people behind her. She walked a relatively remote road this time, and did not take a taxi these few times.

On this road, she was the only one at the front and back. The sound of high heels stepping on the ground was particularly crisp, and suddenly there was another footstep, and she turned her head subconsciously.

The man is handsome.

Cen Simiao pursed her lips, and saw him sneer with his own eyes, with fierce brows and eyes, and cursing for revenge, because he didn't get any advantage that night, so he made a special comeback.

She frowned, but the man was a little stunned to see her unresponsive. Cen Simiao sighed imperceptibly, her chin tightened instantly, her body trembled, and she held on: "In broad daylight, don't mess around, I warn you!"

The man hurriedly followed and said a few more threatening words, and Cen Simiao ran away in a panic.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to make a call, Qiu Xijie called, and the first sentence of his words was: "What do you do if you scare her? No sense!"

He opened his mouth and felt very wronged. Isn't this just a scary thing?

Cen Simiao ran home, brewing his emotions, his voice trembling, calling Qiu Xijie, vaguely crying. He was on the other end of the phone, always comforting, a little distressed.

After hanging up the phone, he opened the door and came in within ten minutes.

Cen Simiao rushed into his arms. Qiu Xijie hugged him tightly. He felt the body tremble in his arms, and the distress on his face became more obvious: "Hey, don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

She murmured: "I'm really scared."

Qiu Xijie portrayed her eyebrows with a lot of nostalgia, and her eyes were a little puzzled: "Is it best to stay by my side?"