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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 124 Husband Man X Regrets Woman (1)"

weight="106825"

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

mode = "manual"

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It was the afternoon when the weather was hot outside, the sun's rays were particularly strong, the curtains were tightly pulled, and the room was dark. Several lipsticks on the dressing table lifted their lids, twisted out a lot, and turned upside down in a mess.

The air was filled with the smell of perfume. There was a woman lying on the bed with her eyes closed. She was wearing a nightdress, her slender legs stretched out of the quilt, and her round toenails were painted with red nail polish. It seemed that the temperature set by the air conditioner was a bit low. , She couldn't help but shrank her legs.

When Cen Simiao came to this world, the first thing he did was to quickly wrap the quilt, reach out and take the remote control on the bedside table to turn off the air conditioner.

She rubbed her arms and sneezed several times. The room is as cold as the ice cellar, and Cen Simiao suspects that the original owner was frozen to death.

The system transferred the data very quickly this time. Cen Simiao didn't care about it. She got up from the bed with a trembling body, put on slippers, took the water glass and opened the door to the living room to get hot water.

The original owner’s bedroom was on the second floor. Cen Simiao stepped down on the wooden stairs. When she walked to the living room, she saw that the drinking fountain was just on. She quickly picked up a cup of hot water, blew a white mist, and took a sip. Feel a lot more comfortable.

Cen Simiao didn't go back to the room again, and sat down on the sofa in the living room. There was a plate of fruit on the coffee table in front of her. She reached for the grapes, but saw a piece of paper beside her.

Cen Simiao looked at it, her eyes widened, put the grape down, picked up the paper and stared at it for a long time.

divorse agreement.

Behind Party A wrote the three characters Lu Mufan with a black signature pen. The handwriting was particularly restrained and looked gentle and not sharp.

Cen Simiao pursed her lips, took a sip from the water glass, and took a cold breath immediately. She stroked the data passed by the system, which was simply a mess.

Lu Mufan is the husband of the original owner. The two are married in a business relationship. The relationship is very bad. The original owner is reluctant. He has someone he likes in his heart. The reason for the elderly in the family is that he can only live with Lu Mufan.

They lived together for a year. During this period, the original owner never let Lu Mufan touch her. Even the two of them slept in separate rooms on the wedding night.

Now it's still a matter of course, not disturbing each other.

Lu Mufan has a very good temper. He doesn't care about this marriage. No matter how the original owner is tossing, he doesn't care about it. Those with a mild attitude are somewhat cool.

A few nights ago, the original owner had an appointment with someone she likes for dinner. When she came back, she was already drunk, and she happened to see Lu Mufan coming back from the company. The original owner was confused and yelled that she wanted to divorce Lu Mufan.

At that time, Lu Mufan glanced at her, changed his shoes, and then went up the stairs to the room. Let the original owner go crazy in the living room.

The next day the original owner woke up from alcohol, recalled what happened at night, and started to regret, knowing that divorce is not easy. Unless the elderly at home agree, he is dreaming.

But the original master was particularly uncomfortable. She was so drunk that night, why did Lu Mufan not even care about it, and left her in the living room for the night alone.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she went back to the room and called her parents at home. She opened her mouth just to divorce Lu Mufan, and she was not considerate at all.

But the old man in the family scolded her.

The original owner went to Wei Li, the person she likes particularly wronged, without telling Wei Li in advance that he wanted a surprise and was about to walk to his door.

She happened to see Wei Li's car coming out, and the original owner opened the window to call him, but saw a woman sitting in Wei Li's car. They behaved very ambiguously, and they even kissed lightly.

Wei Li didn't see her, the original owner was anxious, opened his mouth, wanted to scold but did not scold her, tears suddenly flowed a lot.

The original owner went back home, turned on the air conditioner in the house, fell on the bed, closed his eyes and was ready to go to bed, and died like this before he thought. Soon after, Cen Simiao came over.

When Lu Mufan left home in the afternoon, the original owner was still in the house. He had already drawn up the divorce agreement and placed it on the table. He probably wanted to wait for the original owner to see it when he came to the living room and sign it.

He is really not interested in this marriage.

The original owner only mentioned the divorce once, and he took out the divorce agreement very quickly without any hesitation.

Cen Simiao gave a tsk and put the divorce agreement back to its original place. She looked up at the bedroom. The door was wide open, and the air-conditioning inside should be almost gone.

She stood up, drank the warm water she was drying, then went back to the bedroom, opened the closet, and changed her clothes. The small suspenders, paired with shorts with thighs, are extremely cool, and the skin tone is fairer.

Cen Simiao glanced at the time. It was almost noon, and Lu Mufan's habit was to go home for dinner. The family invited Aunt Qian who specializes in cooking, and it is estimated that Aunt Qian will be here soon.

Just thinking about it, she heard the tap downstairs turning on and making the sound of water. Cen Simiao walked out wearing slippers and saw Aunt Qian carrying fresh vegetables and a fish in her hand, struggling with her tail in the basket.

Cen Simiao walked to the front. Aunt Qian was washing the vegetables. Hearing the movement, she raised her head and saw Cen Simiao. She immediately smiled, "I will cook immediately, it won't take long."

Cen Simiao shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

She looked at the pots and pans in the kitchen again, squinted her eyes, and said to Aunt Qian who was picking up a knife to cut vegetables: "Aunt Qian, you teach me to cook a dish today."

Aunt Qian moved for a while and looked at Cen Simiao suspiciously.

At about 12:30 noon, Lu Mufan came back in a straight suit, with an indifferent expression between his eyebrows. He loosened his tie and pursed his lips. His appearance was particularly gentle.

He glanced at the coffee table, and the divorce agreement on it was still only his signature. Lu Mufan raised his eyes and looked upstairs, without any mood swings, and turned to the restaurant for dinner.

Every time Aunt Qian waited until Lu Mufan had eaten, she cleaned up the dishes before leaving. There are several dishes on the table, the outermost one is fried pork with broccoli, the color is a little ugly, it seems to be over-fried.

Lu Mufan never touched this dish with his chopsticks.

Aunt Qian took a look, sighed silently in her heart, and then looked upstairs again. The door of Cen Simiao's bedroom was tightly closed.

She was still learning to fry broccoli with Aunt Qian in the kitchen just now. Seeing that when Lu Mufan came back, Cen Simiao hurriedly cooked the dishes and ran upstairs.

Aunt Qian shook her head.

The next day, Aunt Qian walked home again with a basket of vegetables. Cen Simiao stood at the door eagerly waiting. When she saw Aunt Qian, she bent her eyes quickly and reached out to help carry things.

Aunt Qian first fries the other dishes, and then still teaches Cen Simiao to fry broccoli. Cen Simiao was wearing an apron and holding a shovel in his hand. The oil was poured into the pot, slowly getting hot, crackling loudly.

She withdrew back, picked up the cut garlic cloves and threw them into the pot, suddenly the oil splashed out, frightening her to run away quickly. Aunt Qian, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but laugh, and said softly, "You throw it slowly, and the oil won't spill out."

Cen Simiao nodded repeatedly. When the broccoli was put, she was still the same, picked up the vegetables and threw them into the pot, and some broccoli fell beside the gas stove.

After being out of the pot this time, the appearance of the dishes is still not very good. Cen Simiao rushed into the room before Lu Mufan returned, blowing the bubbles that had been splashed on her arm.

Lu Mufan sat at the dining table, holding his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, every time he bypassed the plate of broccoli, and took a spoon to hold a bowl of soup, and he was very satisfied.

He raised his eyes, Aunt Qian was taking off his apron, and said softly, "Don't fry broccoli again next time."

Aunt Qian was stunned when she heard that Lu Mufan could not see any discomfort on her face, and her expression was still gentle and polite. She looked at the broccoli on the dining table. It was burnt and black. She guessed it was not fully cooked inside, and a lot of salt was spilled. .

Aunt Qian wanted to speak but stopped, sighed, and said nothing.

Another day later, Cen Simiao was waiting at the door for Aunt Qian with a smile on her face. She reached out and took Aunt Qian's vegetable basket over. She looked at the vegetable basket and frowned. There was no broccoli in the food she bought.

Aunt Qian coughed slightly.

Cen Simiao raised his eyes and turned to the refrigerator to take out the broccoli that was left yesterday. Walked to Aunt Qian: "You hurry up and cook, and then continue to teach me."

Aunt Qian was so helpless, she said, "Mr. Lu said that I won't let me fry broccoli anymore today."

Cen Simiao glanced at her, very strange: "Yes, it's not you who fired, it's me."

Aunt Qian's eyes became subtle, she looked at Cen Simiao for a while, pondering the meaning of her words, and understood.

Cen Simiao was clearly saying that Aunt Qian told Lu Mufan directly that she had fried broccoli, so she didn't want to hide it, but she didn't expect Aunt Qian to be so tolerant, so she had to let her speak thoroughly.

Not long after, Lu Mufan came back, loosened his tie and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, pinched his brows, feeling a little tired. He glanced at the coffee table again, and the divorce agreement was still on it.

He frowned, why he hasn't signed yet.

Lu Mufan sat in front of the dining table, picked up his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and saw another plate of fried broccoli. His gentle brows instantly wrinkled. Aunt Qian paid attention to his situation and saw that his expression was wrong, so he hurried over.

Lu Mufan's tone was a little irritable: "Why did you fry this dish again?"

Aunt Qian hesitated and looked upstairs, she whispered: "This dish is cooked by the wife."

Lu Mufan glanced up, his expression was puzzled. His relationship with the original owner is a stranger who lives in a house. Even if he doesn't meet for a month, it doesn't feel strange.

If you start to care, it feels wrong.

He looked at the scorched dish, stared at it twice, then stretched out his chopsticks, and took away the ribs beside the broccoli plate.

Bow your head to eat.

When Aunt Qian came back, Cen Simiao learned from her mouth that Lu Mufan's attitude, and pursed her lips, which was quite normal. She was not discouraged, and continued to cook.

Lu Mufan still hasn't eaten a bite.

Over time, the days of step-by-step work will always be disrupted. Lu Mufan always went home on time, but suddenly there was no traffic jam on the road, which was particularly smooth, and he got home about ten minutes earlier than before.

The kitchen range hood rumbling loudly, he put on slippers, dropped his head and loosened his tie, turned around and walked to the bathroom. When he came out of washing his hands, his brow was tired.

Lu Mufan wanted to get a drink from the refrigerator in the kitchen, but he was stunned before he came to him. The sliding door of the kitchen was not closed, and the sound of the shovel touching the pot inside was covered by the range hood.

Aunt Qian stood aside, softly teaching Cen Simiao what to do.

Cen Simiao was tumbling in the pot with a spatula in her hand, wearing a small sling and shorts that exposed her thighs, her skin was white, and her tender waist was exposed with a slight movement.

She was particularly afraid of the oil splashing on her body, and she kept back, wearing an apron, and outlined her waist, making it even more curvy.

Lu Mufan frowned as he watched the scene in front of him.