Chapter 148

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 148"

weight="106849"

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

mode = "manual"

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Bai Muzhi's eyes were cold, and he rubbed Cen Simiao's cheek with his hand, tugged at the corners of his lips, and pushed her away. Liu Wushao, who was standing not far away, looked a little ugly, his eyelashes trembled, and he clenched his teeth, seemingly angry and panic.

Bai Muzhi looked over, his body tensed suddenly, Liu Wushao's lips moved, and Cen Simiao was turning to look at him, bending her eyebrows, her expression particularly delicate.

Liu Wushao clenched his fists: "Nonsense..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Muzhi interrupted him and reprimanded Cen Simiao: "If you talk like this, you will stay away."

Cen Simiao looked up and looked at him for a while, then suddenly bent his eyes and smiled, softening his voice: "I was wrong."

She took the initiative to hold Bai Muzhi's arm, hung her head and kept begging for mercy. She was very intimate. She also explained: "I came here because the house is warm, unlike yours, except that the bed is more comfortable. It's as cold as an ice cellar."

The tone is extremely natural.

Liu Wushao tensed his jaw and lowered his eyelashes, unable to see the emotions inside.

Bai Muzhi still kept his face cold, ignoring Cen Simiao, she frowned, rubbed her nose, and leaned in his arms: "It's cold, let's go back."

He pushed Cen Simiao away again.

Cen Simiao was stunned, watching that he had turned and left, and hurriedly followed, pulling his sleeve timidly.

Liu Wushao returned to the room with a dull expression, his lips tightly pressed, his eyes suddenly raised, full of anger, and he picked up the furnishings on the table and threw it down.

The maid guarding outside heard the movement, and for fear of something, she wanted to rush in, but she didn't dare. Secretly punctured the window paper, leaned over to look, and suddenly raised his throat.

Liu Wushao has always been gentle and gentle, and rarely loses his temper, but now he is like crazy, his eyes are staring, irrational, and smashing things in the house hard.

The ground is in a mess.

After returning to Bai Muzhi's place, Cen Simiao was still talking soft words, and his attitude was particularly good. Bai Mu's eyebrows were still cold, and he glanced at her. Cen Simiao stopped talking and felt for the first time. Some creeps.

He took off his cloak. The snowflakes on it hadn't melted. The maid respectfully took it. Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, pouring tea with special wintry, and leaning toward him with a low eyebrow: "Drink a cup of hot tea. Body."

Bai Muzhi did not answer, and her thin lips were pursed. After looking at her, Cen Simiao was a little nervous, her palms were sweating, her eyelashes drooped, and her voice trembled, "You are angry with me? You were awkward, so you deliberately said that sentence that made you misunderstand... I and Liu Gongzi are innocent."

He took the tea, took a sip, a white mist appeared in front of his eyes.

Bai Muzhi's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear his emotions: "I heard someone say yesterday that you went to the kitchen and wanted to change the chicken soup. Why, tired of drinking?"

Cen Simiao didn't understand what he meant: "I, I happened to pass by, and I said in passing, if I'm really tired, I will tell you first."

Bai Muzhi raised his eyes with a gentle expression. He couldn't see the hostility, and his eyes were deep: "It's common to be tired. If you like it, you will get bored over time."

Cen Simiao frowned and looked up at him. Bai Muzhi had already walked away. The maid called a basin of hot water and he was washing his hands.

Bai Muzhi didn't lose his temper, Cen Simiao didn't expect it, and couldn't even guess what he was thinking right now.

When he went to bed at night, he was not sticky for the first time, just lying there, closing his eyes and going to sleep. Cen Simiao leaned forward on his own initiative, and as soon as he leaned against his chest, he heard: "Go away."

She squinted her eyes, put her chin against his chest, and looked up: "I was the one who was angry, and you took all the eardrops away."

There was no emotion in Bai Muzhi's eyes.

She continued: "Why did the reverse turn into me apologize?"

Pulling open his clothes, gently stroking with his fingertips, leaning her side face on it, her warm breath fell on her skin, causing a tingling, and her tone was lazy: "Don't be angry, can I make a mistake?"

Cen Simiao tilted his head and kissed his Adam's apple softly. He felt Bai Muzhi's jaw tighten and suddenly grabbed her collar. Cen Simiao suddenly felt the pain in his neck and raised his head subconsciously.

His eyes were fierce and his thin lips were pale: "I hope you can live well and don't be killed by me."

Cen Simiao suddenly felt agitated, and the clothes on his body were torn apart. He turned her over and pressed her under him, his eyes wanting to show, stroking the white and tender skin, but the gloom between his brows lasted for a long time.

Cen Simiao was so painful being pinched, tears couldn't help falling.

He never did the last step, but every time she made her fall apart. Bai Muzhi hugged her tightly, bit her skin lightly, hugged her on her body, and gradually dropped her hand.

Cen Simiao's breathing became rapid, and he gasped for a few times. His eyes were dark and heavy. After a pause, the hand stroking her body suddenly lifted and fell again.

The "--pop" sound was particularly loud.

Cen Simiao was stunned for a moment, and then felt a burning pain in her butt. Bai Muzhi slapped her eyes again, and her eyes flushed. It was really painful, so much effort.

Cen Simiao was struggling hard and shouted: "It hurts! It hurts!"

"You let me go, don't fight...Ah! It hurts!"

She was held firmly by Bai Muzhi and continued to beat her fiercely. Her skin was fair and tender, and the red palm prints on it were particularly obvious.

She dared not lie down all night, and it hurts when she touched it. She must have been swollen. With red eye circles, she leaned on the pillow and wept. After Bai Muzhi finished applying the medicine to her, he pulled the quilt on her without mercy, and then turned his back to her to sleep.

Cen Simiao was very sad.

When she was eating the next day, she didn't even dare to sit in a chair. The pain was terrible and she was a little sluggish. The maid prepared the dishes, and when she was about to put the chicken soup on the table, Bai Muzhi raised her eyes, "Wait."

The maid's action paused.

He took a sip of tea and his voice was cold: "Pour the soup."

Cen Simiao frowned, looked over it subconsciously, and did not speak. He curled his lips, and the cold under his eyes condensed into frost: "No matter what it is, no matter how you like it, you can throw it away as long as you are tired."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes: "The leader is talking about me?"

He pursed his lips.

After eating, Bai Muzhi sent out Cen Simiao, called the manager over, and asked a few words, all about Cen Simiao.

I talked about the things in all detail, including the thing that she went to serve Liu Wushao before.

Bai Muzhi lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't speak any more. After a while, he asked again: "What's going on in Liu Wushao?"

The steward lowered his head and thought for a while: "That's nothing."

Bai Muzhi rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly the manager remembered, and whispered: "It's very strange, the maid who served Liu Gongzi came to me yesterday and said that he had destroyed all the furniture in the house, so I remember to add it. new."

Bai Muzhi moved for a while.

Guan Shier muttered to herself: "Young Master Liu is very gentle with others, why was it so abnormal yesterday."

He didn't hear a response, he raised his head and was shocked, Bai Muzhi's brows were filled with a strong hostility, his eyes were cold and his face was gloomy.

After Cen Simiao came back, she felt that something was wrong with him, and she made a calm face and said nothing. She was stunned, poured a cup of hot tea and walked over, and whispered, "What's wrong, you are not happy?"

Bai Muzhi heard the sound and glanced at her. Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and softened her voice: "I've been angry, it's not good for my body, don't you feel bad for yourself, I feel bad, so I drank the tea."

He ignored it.

Cen Simiao suddenly laughed: "If you are mad at me, you are really stupid. The big deal is to throw me away, I'm just a maid of the sham teaching."

Bai Muzhi tightened his jaw, his eyes faintly showing anger: "Do you think I dare not?"

She lowered her eyelashes: "If you throw me away, I will die. It would be better to kill me with your own hands."

Bai Muzhi's eyes sank and heard her say: "If there is a day, I would be killed by you, I don't want to leave you."

He clenched his palms.

I heard again: "However, you have to return the eardrop to me first."

Bai Muzhi frowned.

The minions that Xuyoujiao is responsible for buying are the richest. They carry things to the maids on weekdays, and don't know how much money they swallowed in private. Cen Simiao's jewelry and rouge gouache also asked him to buy it.

Bai Muzhi took out the pair of earrings: "Where did you buy this?"

The minion knelt on the ground, looked up and stared for a long time, then hesitated and said: "I have never carried such jewelry, it is very expensive."

Bai Muzhi narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and chuckled lightly.

In the evening, a servant came from Liu Wushao and said that Bai Muzhi had invited him over for a meal. Liu Wushao was stunned, then his face was full of hatred. He closed his eyes and opened them again. , And became the gentleman gentleman on weekdays.

Cen Simiao sits with Bai Muzhi, picking vegetables for him from time to time, very well-behaved, she seems to have dressed up specially today, her brows are more charming.

With a slender body and a soft waist being held by Bai Muzhi, the two are particularly close.

Liu Wushao sat in another place, with a blank face, no expression, just bowed his head to pick up food. Bai Muzhi seemed to be in a good mood, talking more than usual, even drinking.

Cen Simiao urged him softly: "Pay attention to your body and drink less."

Bai Muzhi bends the corners of her lips, hugs her body, touches her lips with fingertips, her eyes become dark, Cen Simiao's expression is shy, don't overdo it: "Don't make trouble."

He pursed his lips and looked at Liu Wushao: "I almost forgot that you were still here."

Liu Wushao's throat moved, tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Then I should go quickly?"

Bai Muzhi said softly, "That's not necessary."

As soon as the voice fell, he kissed Cen Simiao, particularly intense. When the two stopped, they both panted heavily. Liu Wushao broke the wine cup.

Bai Muzhi didn't notice it, and took out the pair of earrings from his arms, with a smile on his lips, touching Cen Simiao's earlobes: "I'll put them on again."

Liu Wushao watched his movements, his eyes were straight and his body was tight.

Bai Muzhi is very greedy tonight.

Cen Simiao didn't dare to look at Liu Wushao all night. He lowered his eyelashes and waited for Bai Muzhi with all his heart until he fell asleep drunk.

She was stunned, ready to lift him to the bed, but she didn't move him, and a layer of fine sweat broke out on her forehead.

Suddenly her arm was heavy and she was dragged up. Liu Wushao's eyes were full of possessiveness, dark, and almost crazy: "What do you care about him?"

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled: "My son."

Liu Wushao hugged her, his heart was full of anger, and he rubbed her lips vigorously until it became red and swollen, and Cen Simiao felt pain.

She red eyes: "The son."

Liu Wushao looked at her for a long while, then turned to look at Bai Muzhi who was drunk, his eyes suddenly became cold, he sneered, picked up the sword hanging on the wall, and a cold light flashed.

He went straight to Bai Muzhi.

Cen Simiao frowned. She wasn't sure if Bai Muzhi was pretending to be drunk. She hurried over to stop her, her voice trembling, "Master, what are you going to do!"

Liu Wushao stopped, only a few steps away from Bai Muzhi, with a grim expression: "What? I'm going to kill him!"

Cen Simiao: "My son...you, don't do this, I'm afraid."

Liu Wushao said with a cold face: "He is the leader of the demon cult. He deserves to die. It was my kind heart who wanted to persuade him to abdicate, but he never repented. Now he takes you away. He deserves to die!

Bai Muzhi fell to the ground drunk, unconscious.

Liu Wushao clenched the sword in his hand and looked at Cen Simiao: "What are you afraid of? Once you said, I am willing to do everything for me, willingly. Do you regret it?"

Cen Simiao trembled and the corners of her eyes flushed: "I, I don't regret it."

Suddenly the person lying on the ground opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, with a deep chill: "What did you say."