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Chapter 102 Little Uncle X Fallen Girl (11)
Late at night, the Lin family was brightly lit.
The servant got up early in the morning to clean up the house. The debris in the living room was all over the floor, and the movements were gentle, only making a small noise, for fear of waking up the people in the room upstairs.
Last night, there was no noise, it was the sound of ping-pong smashing things, and it didn't stop until midnight. Almost all the furnishings and electrical appliances in this living room are out of use.
The servant shook his head, bent over to pick up the debris and put it in the trash can.
Suddenly heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, looking up, Lin Siyin was wearing a cashmere sweater and slacks, with a lazy expression and some listless eyes. The servant hurriedly pulled the corners of his mouth, politely: "Breakfast is ready. , Do you want to eat now?"
Lin Siyin glanced at the living room. If an outsider came in to see him, he was afraid that he thought that the house was a thief and stole everything last night. He rubbed his forehead, yawned, his eyelashes drooped, and when he raised his eyes, he had become the same as usual, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were loose.
He said, "Don't buy anything, just do it for the first time."
The servant was a little surprised. He looked at the living room again. Now there is no TV and the floor lamp is broken. Except that the leather on the sofa is not scratched, everything else is a little bumpy.
It would be too ugly if someone comes to this family. The servant asked again and got the same answer.
Lin Siyin's hands are well-knotted, slender, but the lines on the palms are messy. Since the Xiaolin family's parents have said that he is worrying about his life, but when he grows up, he will be happy.
So every time ridicule, the palm prints are messy, probably because his fate is only known by heaven, and no one can tell from the palm prints.
Pinch the eyebrows.
Looking at the debris on the ground, if it's not for fear that there is no place to go, it's best not to clean up even these. The purpose of smashing things is to vent. After seeing the destruction, can feel more relaxed.
If these were restored to their original state, I am afraid they would be more uncomfortable.
Lins only took some for breakfast, and everyone else couldn't come out in the room. Lin Siyin just stayed at home for a day without knocking on the door to persuade them.
In the evening, he went to the kitchen to make a meal, rolled up his cuffs, grabbed a crab to clean it. The water rushed and washed the crabs who were struggling.
A meal is extremely rich.
When it was time to eat, everyone who hadn't been downstairs all day arrived in the living room. Lin Siyin had already prepared the food. He sat on the sofa and changed into clean clothes. After hearing the movement, he raised his head and glanced up.
The eyes of Lin's parents were red and swollen, the wrinkles on their faces became deeper, and the sadness between the eyebrows became dense. Lin Siyin pulled the chairs away and let them sit down. Brother Lin and his wife came down, their expressions were not very good either, their eyes were staring blankly.
I use chopsticks to eat, but donβt know the taste.
Brother Lin pursed his lips, and took a chopsticks dish to the wife next to her. She only ate a green cabbage leaf and ate it for a long time. Sister Lin looked down, her eyelashes trembled, her emotions suddenly agitated, she put down her chopsticks and stared at him.
The corners of her eyes were red, and her voice was still nasal after crying: "What to eat, my son doesn't know if he is hungry."
When she got up and left, Brother Lin stretched out her hand to pull her. Sister Lin slapped his hand abruptly. Brother Lin didn't say anything. She reacted and her eyes eased: "Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm going back to the room first.
Lin Siyin looked at the family sitting at the dining table.
In fact, it's quite normal. understand his approach, but can't forgive him.
After washing the bowl, he lay down on the bed and didn't want to move for a long time. He was very tired. However, his mind was so clear, he touched the phone, and found Cen Simiao's phone number.
Rub your fingertips on the dial button.
After a while, lock the phone screen.
He yawned and went to sleep.
In the company, Cen Simiao and Lin Siyin inevitably met. She greeted her politely, not even cold, just like the two of them were unfamiliar.
Lin Siyin responded carelessly, without seeing any reaction. After Cen Simiao walked over, looking at her back, the skirt was wrapped around her body, and the curve was particularly attractive.
He squinted his eyes.
The footsteps moved, but did not catch up. It was clear that she should have come to coax, so why he wanted to eagerly move forward. He is not so mean.
Recently, Cen Simiao's heart has stopped, and he doesn't think about anything except the design draft. There are a lot of things in the Meng family that are too annoying. She took out the phone and frowned, but Lin Siyin still didn't contact her.
At first it didn't work, but later it didn't work cold.
When she got off work, she deliberately waited for a while downstairs in the company, hiding next to her, and saw Lin Siyin come out, holding a cup of coffee, and gritted her teeth.
Trying to walk over, she intends to subdue. Lin Siyin saw her inadvertently, getting closer, he raised his brows and stood still.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, her mouth curled, her lips smiled, and her high-heeled shoes buckled on the ground making a sound, and it sounded good.
The two are only five steps away.
Lin Siyin lowered his head and touched his cuffs, rubbing his fingertips, with a slight stubble on his chin, adding a touch of wildness to this abstinence suit.
He squinted his eyes, and when Cen Simiao was about to walk by his side, Lin Siyin suddenly stepped forward, not looking at her. Cen Simiao pursed his lips, and the two of them passed by, and he went to the car door.
Lin Siyin furrowed his brows slightly and glanced behind him involuntarily. His body was a little stiff. He sat in the driver's seat and did not look at Cen Simiao. When he started the engine, he looked up.
Breathe instantly.
Cen Simiao turned her back to him and was chatting happily with a man. She seemed to be unable to hear what the man said, so she bent her mouth and moved her ears over.
The man bends slightly, his eyes show interest, and he holds the cup of coffee in Cen Simiao's hand just now.
The whistle was deafening.
Cen Simiao couldn't hear what he said even more, and the two of them got closer.
Isn't it just doing? Who wouldn't.
Lin Siyin appeared in the company corridor again the next day. When Cen Simiao passed by, he looked up and stared, but he didn't get the slightest response.
He took out the cigarette, poked in his mouth and walked towards the smoking area, lowered his neck, dressed in a serious suit, was destroyed by the rage between his brows and lit the cigarette.
Take a breath.
Boring.
In the afternoon, Cen Simiao was drawing a manuscript, when she heard the door ring, she frowned and asked alertly: "Who?"
There was silence for a while, without saying a word.
Her voice became tense: "Who is outside?"
"Me." Shen Shen replied.
Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief.
The door opened and Lin Siyin walked in with his head down, passing by Cen Simiao, her nose was full of a strong smell of tobacco. As soon as he came in, he stayed on a chair, slouched and silent for a long time.
Cen Simiao ignored him and continued to work with a pen.
After a while, Lin Siyin raised his eyes and looked at him with deep and focused eyes. The light shone on him through the glass window, and the gloom that had been hidden these days slowly revealed.
His jaw tightened.
Cen Simiao suddenly raised her head, just in time to meet his gaze. She put the pen down, the broken hair wrapped around her fingertips, and then pinned behind her ears, revealing the earlobe that he had held many times.
Red lips moved slightly: "Something?"
Lin Siyin stared at her without responding, and Cen Simiao didn't move. He just sat like this. The gloom between his eyebrows disappeared a little bit. Before he had time to change into a serious expression, the whole person looked very soft. .
He hung his head and smiled: "What can I do, just remind you to be safe, don't get in touch with anyone and cause trouble to the company."
Cen Simiao raised her brows, and agreed very swiftly: "Okay."
He stood up.
In the past few days, Cen Simiao has seen Lin Siyin more and more times, and almost always encounters seven or eight times a day. But every time he didn't have the slightest sense of reconciliation, Cen Simiao tentatively talked, he played Tsundere very well.
The Meng family has been doing quite a lot recently. Because of Ringo, Meng Lin is making trouble at home every day. It's not that the food is undesirable, that is, the room is not cleaned, and He's sister-in-law is not less angry.
There was a piece of clothes on Meng Lin's bed. He went into the room to clean it. After seeing it, she hung it in the closet. As a result, Meng Lin came back and raised her nose and eyes.
Sister He stood at the door of her room with an apron around her waist, listening to Meng Lin's accusations. Her hands were particularly rough. She was washing the dishes just now, and heard Meng Lin calling her anxiously, washing her hands in a hurry, and came over before they could wipe them.
She lowered her head and wiped her hands with her apron.
As Meng Lin was talking, she was crying, her eyes flushed: "You just saw that I was not in Meng's house since I was a child, so I didn't kiss me and tried to make me unhappy."
Sister He frowned, and she was dissatisfied with the work owner. Of course she can say a few words, but if she buckles her hat, it will not work.
She raised her eyes: "I have worked in the Meng family for a long time. Although I take care of this place like my own home, I am an outsider after all. I know whether I should be mixed with the family affairs of the Meng family."
Meng Lin didn't expect her to return her mouth, her face was dazed, she walked over and sternly scolded, but He's wife was still calm, she said nothing, she went to work first.
Ignoring Meng Lin's reaction, he went downstairs.
Meng Lin stiffened.
The next morning, went to toss up the Meng family's parents and kept crying. She didn't sleep all night and her eyes were dark. She was crying very sad now and her face was particularly ugly.
With loose hair, wearing pajamas, a suspender skirt and no outer long sleeves, she sat on the sofa and wiped her tears with a tissue, choked several times.
Father Meng sat beside her, frowning, and said nothing. Meng Lin took up his arms naturally, showing the whiteness of her chest. She complained: "Can you let Sister He go?"
Father Meng glanced at her, Meng Lin's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked very pitiful with a mist.
He opened his mouth, and just about to speak, he heard his wife speak: "Lin Lin, you are not happy, don't trouble Sister He. She has been in this house for ten years, and I know her temperament."
Meng Lin was startled and cried harder.
She buried her head in Father Meng's arms and choked.
The wife sighed, and suddenly Cen Simiao's door rang, and she came down the stairs, glanced at the living room, and didn't understand the situation.
The wife frowned, she reached out her hand to close her hair, raised her chin slightly, her expression was arrogant, and she glanced at Cen Simiao's eyes with coldness: "Why are you getting up now?"
Cen Simiao has a slender neck, extremely fair complexion, and a bit of charm between her eyebrows|Rhyme really resembles his wife, if it weren't for Meng Lin to be more like her, really doubt whether it is really wrong.
Cen Simiao casually found a reason to deal with it, and went out with the bag.
It was then that Meng Lin suddenly remembered that she was going to the company, she didn't want to cry, wiped her tears with a tissue, released the arm that was holding Father Meng, and hurried upstairs to change her clothes.
Father Meng looked at her back, coughed slightly, and changed his sitting position, with his legs folded.
The wife's eyelashes were drooping and her face was ugly. She knew that Meng Lin's temper was getting more and more spoiled, but she was particularly annoyed by Cen Simiao. Even the more Meng Lin was unsatisfied, the less she would wait to see her name.
He looked up and saw Father Meng's stern face, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.
"Why are you a father? My daughter has gone through such a big thing, and she doesn't even care about it. She is tempted now, not because she usually doesn't care enough about her."
Father Meng frowned, did not refute, and his wife went out carrying the purse, not wanting to look at him with a cold face. After waiting for a while, Father Meng went upstairs to knock on Meng Lin's door.
Meng Lin was late for the company. She arrived just after nine o'clock in the morning. Cen Simiao was pouring water in the rest room. She saw her walking in and looked up. She stepped on her high heels to unscrew the doorknob and went in without a word.
Cen Simiao looked down at the phone.
When went back in the evening, wife hadn't come back. At dinner, only Meng Jun and Cen Simiao were sitting at the table. Father Meng was still in the room, and Meng Lin came back from get off work to join Meng Jun, but he didn't know what was going on, especially indifferent.
She frowned, leaving her purse on the sofa, and ran to find Father Meng.
The two of them don't know what they are doing right now.
Sister He brought food to the table, and finally sat down to eat together. This is a very tacit agreement. As long as there are not many people eating at the table that day, Sister He will sit down and eat together. Even Cen Simiao, who is not from the Meng family later, will follow Sister He.
Meng Jun was the one she saw when she was a child, and Sister He was never cautious in front of him.
She picked up a chopsticks dish, looked at the empty living room, and sighed: "When people were young, they were playful and careless about their family. But now the children are so old, they quarrel at every turn."
Meng Jun looked cold between his eyebrows, as if he hadn't heard.
He bowed his head to eat, and Cen Simiao glanced at him, always feeling that something was wrong with him.
In the middle of the night, Cen Simiao woke up suddenly, feeling thirsty, the air conditioner was very dry, and her nose was a little uncomfortable. She got up and turned off the air conditioner, and walked to the living room with a water glass. Just as she was about to receive the water, she looked up at the door upstairs.
Turn off the lights.
He lowered his head to press the switch of the water dispenser, and suddenly inadvertently saw that the kitchen door was not closed properly, and there was light from the cracks in the door. Cen Simiao frowned, stepped lightly and moved closer.
With the darkest light on, you could only see the pool facing the crack of the door. Suddenly one hand opened the faucet and the water made a sound, carefully cleaning the pork belly.
The joints are distinct, somewhat thin, and the fingers are extremely dexterous.
Be careful and serious.
Suddenly the man bends slightly, revealing his chin, Cen Simiao squinted her eyes, her breathing becomes heavier, her body tight. Clean the pork belly, place it on the cutting board, pick up the knife, and slowly cut it down.
Late at night, a little noise in the room was particularly noticeable.
The slices of meat are thin and uniform, and the sound of the kitchen knife falling on the chopping board is extremely regular.
There are two pieces of meat. Cen Simiao listened to the sound and counted them inwardly. Each piece of meat was cut into the same number of pieces.
She tightened her lips, the man put the knife down, bent over to remove the drawer, showing a side face, suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold, and Cen Simiao's heart trembled with fright.
Meng Jun put down the things in his hand, took a look at Cen Simiao, then moved his gaze away and went to wash his hands in front of the tap. He said, "Come in."
The voice was low, and was covered by the sound of water.
Cen Simiao did not hear clearly, and did not move.
He frowned, glanced at Cen Simiao again, and turned off the tap. The sound of the water suddenly stopped, which was especially quiet. Said it again: "Come in."
After a while, oil was poured into the pot, the range hood was turned on, and there was an extra dish on the table.
Stir-fried pork slices with green peppers look good and smell very good.
This dish tastes a little greasy in the middle of the night. It is just right to eat with rice at noon, but Meng Jun eats it with relish. When he was cooking just now, the sleeves he rolled up hadn't been put down, he was holding chopsticks in his hand, ate the vegetables, and took another bite of the bun.
I just took it out of the refrigerator and it was a bit cold.
Cen Simiao sat opposite him, with a pair of chopsticks and a steamed bun in front of him.
He raised his eyes: "Why don't you eat?"
Cen Simiao shook his head: "I'm not hungry."
Meng Jun glanced at her and laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes. There was a little sarcasm in his eyes: "I thought you would say that you were tired of eating, but I used to make this dish for you when I was young."
She was a little surprised, these things were not in the memory of the system.
The system yelled injustice: "This world depends on how you play it, maybe it will trigger a situation, what I give you is just the basic setting."
The next morning, the wife came back from outside. As expected, she quarreled with Father Meng shortly after entering the room. Meng Lin yawned out of the bedroom, took a glance, and walked downstairs.
Meng Jun was sitting there eating breakfast.
She raised a smile and said hello: "Brother, morning."
Meng Jun took a sip of milk and was swallowing it without answering. She didn't mind, she sat down to have a meal together, the jam on the bread was on Meng Jun's side, she said: "You help me put the jam on."
Meng Jun glanced at her, holding the jam jar in her hand, and handing it to her. Meng Lin was unwilling, did not answer, and said softly, "You help me wipe it."
He retracted his arm, Meng Lin bends his eyes with satisfaction, but heard a crisp sound, the jam jar was thrown to the ground by him, torn apart.
She froze.
There was still noisy upstairs. didn't even notice these noises. Meng Jun looked up and looked at Meng Lin again. Her face was ugly, her eyes were a little bewildered, and she didn't understand what he meant.
"brother."
Meng Jun's eyes were heavy: "What did I tell you before, as long as you don't go to your parents to toss, I will leave you alone."
The sun was just outside, but the wind was extremely cold, making people shy away from the wind.
Cen Simiao parked the car and raised his eyes to see Lin Siyin standing in front of the company building. His footsteps were hurried, and his brows were frowned. Open the car door and sit on it, turn the car key, and drive away.
The speed is extremely fast.
She was a little puzzled.
In the afternoon, Lin Siyin had not yet come to the company, and heard the assistant talking to others. Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead, and suddenly her cell phone rang, but she only rang, thinking it was a sales promotion.
I was sketching with a pen in hand, so didn't look at it.
Ready to get off work, she packed her things, picked up the purse, picked up the phone from the table, unlocked it and took a look.
Call reminder, Lin Siyin.
She frowned and looked down at the phone number as she walked out. After hesitating for a while, he called.
No one answered over there.
She called again, and this time it sounded for less than five seconds before hanging up there.
Cen Simiao's brows jumped and her temper came up, put her phone in her bag, and turned around to buy something to eat in the supermarket next to the company.
The window of Lin Siyin's office opened, smoke rings drifted from the window, and his fingertips pinched the smoke with slight force.
After shopping in the supermarket for a long time, Cen Simiao bought a lot of snacks, and the queue at the checkout was very long. She was very patient, playing with her mobile phone with her head down.
When she left the supermarket, carrying a large bag of things, she squinted her eyes, feeling a little more happy. Suddenly heard someone calling her from behind, he was taken aback and turned to look over.
Did not recognize it.
The man is tall, wearing a pair of glasses, wearing a high-neck cashmere sweater, gentle, his lips curled: "It's me, thank you for the coffee that day."
Cen Simiao had some impressions.
The two talked and walked out. He was very enthusiastic. He wanted to contact him last time, but was rejected. He didn't expect to meet again this time. He bent his eyes and tried to make Cen Simiao happy.
Cen Simiao smiled very perfunctorily, but her brows and eyes were born with a flattery. Even if she didn't smile, just watching people for a long time would make people mistakenly think she was suggesting.
Besides, he is still smiling now.
The man was even more happy, as if he had opened the chatterbox. Cen Simiao regretted that he didn't drive the car to the entrance of the supermarket, and had to go downstairs to the company to drive.
Cen Simiao slowed down, smiled politely, and did not speak yet.
Suddenly heard the voice behind, especially loud.
Turned his head and looked, there was nothing unusual.
She frowned and continued to walk with the people. There was a corner between the company building and the supermarket. Inside was a small alley. Going further inside was another commercial street.
But this small alley is dim and dark, there are no street lights, and no one passes there at night.
She stepped forward, and the man next to her was talking with a calm voice. Cen Simiao responded indifferently, and suddenly her arm was heavy and her whole body tilted into the dim alley.
Just about to shout, the strong smell of tobacco and a hint of alcohol drifted on the tip of his nose.