MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 115 Little wolf cub X lady (7)

Li Zhixiu's inexplicable secrets did not dare to advertise, fearing that people under his hands would affect morale. At first, he spread his anger on Cen Simiao, saying that her bad intentions were all caused by the soup.

Cen Simiao was kneeling on the ground, dragging his horns, and crying: "How can I hurt my grandfather, this soup was sent by my aunt in the yard, and said he was going to help me, I saw Good things, just take them down and want Grandpa to taste them. "

Immediately involved the aunt.

Li Zhixiu is so mad now that he has no ordinary reason. Suddenly, she tied her aunt in anger, and slapped her on her face. She was a little embarrassed, and most of her face became woody.

Tears flowed out, looking at Li Zhixiu pitifully.

His eyes were sharp: "What's going on in that bowl of soup!"

My aunt thought that after Cen Simiao had drank something, something uncomfortable appeared, and the matter turned out, her face turned white and she held her palms. Cen Simiao was also kneeling beside her, her head bowed, she sobbed, and murmured from time to time: "Man."

Begging in tone.

My aunt frowned, looking at Cen Simiao, and felt that something was wrong. If it was because the bowl of soup hurt her body, she should be lying on the bed at the moment, but it looked like she was doing something wrong It's the same.

The aunt kept her heart steady, wiped her tears with a papa, and cried, "I just gave my wife a bowl of soup and cared about her body. It was good intentions. Is there anything wrong with this? Grandpa hit me."

Li Zhixiu stared at her with cold eyes, anxious to kill her. You do n’t need to think about it all to know why. It ’s nothing more than a woman jealous. She puts the medicine in the soup and wants Cen Simiao to drink it, but who knows that the yin and yang are wrong in his stomach.

His face was gloomy, his aunt lowered her head, and she couldn't help trembling. She was especially scared. Li Zhixiu grabbed her hair. The aunt suddenly felt a pain in her teeth and grinned, and before she yelled out, it hurt, Li Zhixiu dragged her out go.

Cen Simiao kneeled on the ground, looked up, and the door was wide open, and the wind was blowing on her, which was extremely cold. Auntie screamed heartbreakingly outside, not knowing what they were doing, Cen Simiao frowned, rubbed her knees, and stood up.

This is where Li Zhixiu lived. He just dragged Cen Simiao from her room just now to ask questions.

Cen Simiao looked for a while, and the display was particularly unsophisticated, feeling very boring. She raised her eyebrows and waited in a chair.

Looking at the door, remembering that when she was dragged out by Li Zhixiu, Yang Fuqing was outside the door again, her eyes glared, he was embraced by the girl-in-law, his legs dangled in the air, and she could not wait to kick Li Zhixiu.

Li Zhixiu's eyes were cold, and his expression was especially gloomy. He looked at Yang Fuqing, and Cen Simiao was a little scared. He was in a period of anger and had no reason. If Yang Fuqing stimulated him again now, he would have no good fruit. eat.

Fortunately, Li Zhixiu asked her anxiously and ignored Yang Fuqing.

It was a little dark now, and Cen Simiao was a little sleepy in the chair. When the sky became dark, Li Zhixiu returned, her face was somber, and her eyes became colder when she saw Cen Simiao.

Cen Simiao was particularly concerned about him, as if he didn't notice that his eyes were not right, and walked over and asked, "How's it? Can you find out? Let the doctor watch?"

Every time she asked, Li Zhixiu's eyes became even colder.

After asking questions, Li Zhixiu's hand wrapped around her neck, Cen Simiao flushed flushed, and she was out of breath.

She didn't struggle, her eyes were full of concern and tenderness, and she felt that her hands were getting harder and harder, and said, "Master, please tell me, is your body in trouble?"

Li Zhixiu stared angrily, clenching his teeth, red eyes, and staring at Cen Simao, her lips became whiter, her eyes gradually lost focus, her hands stretched toward him became weak, and she hung on the sides of her body.

Cen Simao's consciousness became more and more blurred, and her brain was blank.

When she felt that she couldn't stand it, suddenly the strength on her neck was loose. She suddenly collapsed to the ground, took a big breath, and her throat hurt hotly.

Li Zhixiu clenched his fists, his eyebrows appeared soft, and she looked at Cen Simiao on the ground. She was still whispering in his mouth, looking up, her eyes full of tenderness.

He squeezed his lips tightly. "Go."

Night rushed down without giving people a chance to breathe. Cen Simiao stepped back, the outside of the cabin was extremely cold and the wind was blowing on her. She couldn't help rubbing her arms, and the sound of the waves was all over her ears.

I raised my hand and touched my neck. It was estimated that Li Zhixiu had taken out the green seal, which felt particularly painful.

She speeded up and turned this corner, not far from her residence. Lanterns hung on the side of the boat, and there was some light, but it was too hazy to see clearly.

Cen Simao wrapped her clothes tightly and walked down with her head down. Suddenly she heard someone calling her and looked up. There were two vague figures standing in front, one big and one small.

The younger had rushed towards her, getting closer and closer, Yang Fuqing's outline gradually became clear, her eyebrows had a deep dependence on her eyes, and her voice called her tenderly.

Yang Fuqing ran so fast that she almost rushed over.

Cen Simiao squatted down, bending his eyes and hugging him firmly in his arms.

Yang Fuqing grinned, holding her tightly, and pinching her neck, touching Cen Simiao's wound, she couldn't help taking a slight breath.

He keenly noticed, frowning to see, Cen Simiao intentionally stopped, trying to put him down, but he was hugged tightly.

Yang Fuqing fiddled with her neckline with the other hand. Cen Simiao was uncomfortable, and she did not pass her head. The finger marks on her neck were especially noticeable, and they were all blue.

The sound of footsteps came from the front, and the girl-in-law came along. Since Cen Simiao was pulled away by Li Zhixiu, she was particularly worried that Cen Simiao would lose because Li Zhixiu's expression was not happy.

She asked if anything had happened in her mouth. When she saw Yang Fuqing staring at Cen Simiao's neck, she glanced puzzledly. Her eyes were red and her lips trembled: "What's the matter!"

Cen Simiao frowned, glanced at her, and scolded: "Shut up, cry, cry, what is it like."

The girl didn't dare to speak anymore, but her tears fell and she was very sad.

Cen Simao turned to look at Yang Fuqing, his eyes were dark, staring directly at her wound. There was no cavities this time, but the coldness in his eyes caused people to burst from the bones.

The broken hair on her forehead was blown by the wind, making her cheeks especially itchy. Yang Fuqing reached out to help her stay behind her ears, her eyes fell on her neck again, and she touched it gently, and Cen Simao frowned suddenly.

He paused, looked up at Cen Simiao, yanked the corner of his mouth, and put it in her ear: "Even if you like him, it's useless."

Cen Simiao froze for a moment, but did not understand what he meant.

Yang Fuqing pursed her lips.

You like him, but he hurts you.

Sooner or later he will be killed.

Life went very fast, Li Zhixiu arrived at the place, spent two months, hurriedly finished the errand, did not stay. Hurry back and forth day and night. As soon as he got home, he started looking for the most prestigious doctor.

He didn't dare let others know about it, so when the doctor entered the house, he entered from the side door to avoid people's eyes. But after all, there is no impermeable wall. I don't know who leaked the news. Even the emperor knew about it and quickly sent the best prince in the palace for treatment.

Li Zhixiu felt dull in his heart, but still wanted to thank him.

But no matter who came to rule, the situation did not improve. His temper became more and more violent, and his servants were trembling when he served him, for fear of being punished by him.

Cen Simiao was not concerned about Li Zhixiu's neck almost killing him before this stalk, and he kept moving forward, and was more gentle and considerate than before.

What used to be a dress for Li Zhixiu here five or six days has now become two or three days.

Li Zhixiu was distressed and no one wanted to see him. As time passed, he also noticed that everyone around him was hiding from him, and only Cen Simiao cared about him as always.

Li Zhixiu understood these things in his heart, but when she saw Cen Simiao, the anger rose, thinking of the style at the corners of her eyebrows and the soft words, she suddenly felt hot, but she could not help it.

The more thoughtful she is, the more uncomfortable Li Zhixiu is.

But one day if she changed her temper, Li Zhixiu could lift the roof.

Every day passed, Cen Simiao guarded Yang Fuqing, and let Mr. Teach him to study, and he was quite comfortable. The industry under her hand is also making more and more money, she began to think about recruiting horses.

Yang Fuqing also has an extra lesson to practice kung fu.

He is particularly enthusiastic about this, and even has a meaning more than reading. Every day he dances with a sword in the yard, and he really has a little posture.

The girl-in-law who has been by the side of Cen Simiao, also wants to make Li Zhixiu feel more pain for Cen Simiao, and from time to time sends someone to Li Zhixiu to inquire.

But got the news that Li Zhixiu brought a woman back to the house.

The girl was very surprised. The aunt in the yard had a broken leg, and she didn't go out all year round. She paused for a long time, but now a woman appeared again.

She quickly went to tell Cen Simiao. Cen Simiao didn't care at all, and was busy endorsing with Yang Fuqing, perfunctory.

Yang Fuqing lowered her eyelids, sneered on her lips, pinched the book, and said, "Take care of what he does, disgusting."

Cen Simiao frowned, but he reacted very quickly. When he raised his eyes, he smiled, scratched his head, and looked like he was saying something wrong, softening his voice: "I was wrong."

Cen Simiao couldn't laugh or cry, pinched his nose.

Time flies, the plum blossom in the corner of the yard opens and falls, and falls and opens again, the scenery remains unchanged, but the courtyard wall shows the old look.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The sky was bright outside, and Cen Simiao heard the noise outside. She rubbed her eyes, got up from the bed, and put on a piece of clothes.

The soft blanket on the floor in the cubicle had been replaced with a stool, and Yang Fuqing had grown up and could no longer lie on the blanket to sleep. He lived in a room alone. It was only during the day that she came to me to get tired.

Cen Simiao frowned, her expression softened, and she looked up at the window. The sound outside was still ringing. She walked over and pushed open the door.

Suddenly a chill struck, the cold wind got into the collar, and she shivered coldly. Yang Fuqing held the sword in his hands, dancing back and forth in the yard. He was tall, his posture was particularly sharp, and his eyes were sharp.

The coldness of the two eyebrows made people dare not approach easily. The throat knot rolled, and the honey-colored skin was sweating and looked particularly tempting.

The clothes were wrapped in a strong figure.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly the sword broke through the sky, splitting the air and making a noise. She frowned, Yang Fuqing turned around and stared at her. She had a sharp eyebrow, and when she saw Cen Simiao again, she softened instantly and smiled , Especially gentle.

He lowered his sword and walked towards her.

Cen Simiao naturally took out a handkerchief, which was stained with fat powder, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Yang Fuqing was particularly obedient, and now he was much taller than Cen Simiao, and bent slightly to cooperate with her. Cen Simiao looked earnestly, raised her head, exposing her slender neck, her skin was especially white and tender.

Yang Fuqing's eyes were dark, her eyes were lowered, and she stood upright. Cen Simiao took back the handkerchief. He saw the thin she was wearing, frowned, and hurriedly pulled her into the room.

"Why not wear more clothes and come out again, what can I do if I get a cold?"

Cen Simiao was lazy and sat down on the chair. Yang Fuqing took the teapot and drank the water, grunted it down, and the tea fell on the coat with sweat, and his eyebrows were blamed.

She bent her eyes and let him sit down and talk. Yang Fuqing responded and sat next to her. Cen Simiao picked up the clothes already on the table and handed them to Yang Fuqing: "You try it."

Yang Fuqing froze and looked down at the clothes. Cen Simiao was making clothes almost every day, but this was the first time she did it for him, and he wore all the tailoring skills.

He quickly took off his outer shirt, and his sweaty body was exposed to the air, which was extremely cold. Yang Fuqing was only concerned about wearing clothes, but did not notice that Cen Simiao was looking at his body, which was particularly strong.

He changed into new clothes, his eyes were full of joy.

Cen Simiao has made clothes for so many years and has never worked hard, so the pins are still so big and rough. The style is not suitable for cutting, but it is worn on Yang Fuqing's body.

She bent her mouth, stretched out her hands to smooth the folds on his placket, her movements were particularly gentle.

Yang Fuqing lowered her eyelids and rolled her throat knot, only to feel itching all over her body.

Suddenly Cen Simiao looked up and smiled softly. His heartbeat was extremely fast. Her red lips were full and moved slightly. "I have been worried that this dress made for the master is not suitable. You tried it. Some more. "

The door did not close properly and was blown open by the wind. She took away the hand on Yang Fuqing's placket, glanced at the door, stepped forward and closed the door.

The joy in Yang Fuqing's eyes froze, her eyebrows showing coldness, her fists hidden in her sleeves clenched tightly.

Hearing behind Cen Simiao said, "Chang out your clothes. I'll take them to the master later."