Chapter 103: Little Uncle X Dirty Girl (12)

The whistle of the roadside car screamed, irritating the eardrums, the smile on the man's lips had not yet dissipated, and the mouth was talking about the paragraphs appearing on the Internet, walking slowly.
Suddenly he turned away, and people were gone.
In the dim alley, only a faint light spilled in. The tip of the nose was filled with the mixed smell of cigarettes and wine. The hot breath fell on Cen Simiao's neck, and she couldn't help shivering.
He wrapped her arms around her waist with one hand, and rubbed her face with her other hand, slowly moving down, across her neck, and through the collarbone. The eyes of the two were entangled. His eyes were hot, staring closely at her. put.
Cen Simiao leaned against the cold wall, but the temperature in front of her was anxious to burn her.
The stroking strength started to be especially gentle, and she seemed to touch lightly. She felt itching, raised her chin, and her red lips froze slightly.
Suddenly his hand strength increased, and he rubbed his skin fiercely, kneading in general. It made a little pain, but was uncomfortable with his provocation. Her hands continued to move, and she groped carefully. She was soft like a stream of water.
He touched the cloth, his cold hands were on his skin, and Cen Simiao was agitated.
Lin Si cited his voice low, and smiled, "You are really tender."
After a while, Cen Simiao was sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel to where Lins was led. His hands became honest, but his eyes kept staring at her, Cen Simiao glanced at him.
Most of the lipstick on his lips was kissed off by him, but it was still red, the charm in his eyes had not dissipated, and there were still kiss marks on his neck.
The collar was torn by him and barely covered.
The whole person seems to have been bullied, but with a cold and proud look in his eyes, it makes Lin Si feel uncomfortable. He frowned and took off his coat to cover his leg.
Cen Simiao heard the sound of the belt and glanced at him. He was moving his hand joints.
Opening the hotel room door, Cen Simao was dragged in and pressed against the wall. The room card was too late to insert. The room was dim, and a layer of tulle was passed through the curtains. The light passed through and she could see Lins Lead the desire on the face
desire.
Cen Simiao pushed him away and turned to get the house card. As a result, he came over from behind, and she struggled, but didn't get it out. Lin Siyin touched her, Cen Simiao didn't hold back a few breaths, but she didn't stand still and fell on her knees.
She wore a skirt and was lifted.
When the light came on, it was already midnight. Cen Simao walked to the bed with her legs soft, and suddenly she lay down and didn't want to get up, her body hurt. Lin Siyin took a shower, exhausted her last strength, and sent herself to bed.
They closed their eyes and slept until the next morning.
I feel more tired and tired.
I didn't want to go to the company anymore, Lin Si led her beside her, but Cen Simiao was kicked, and he frowned and was not willing to move away. Cen Simiao glanced at him with a lip and began to settle accounts.
"Don't you say you don't associate with each other?"
Lins was silent.
"Why can't you coax?"
He tugged at the quilt.
"say something."
Lins frowned, looking a little more fretful, remembering what happened at home in the afternoon, and pursed his lips tightly. He held Cen Simiao and put his chin on her shoulder socket.
The voice was low: "Yeah, you don't have to coax me at all, I can send it myself."
Cen Simiao frowned, what irritated her.
He tightened his arms and looked up at her with a serious look, but with a sigh of sigh in his eyebrows: "I'm easy to be cheap, you just bully me."
Cen Simiao frowned: "I didn't bully you."
He chuckled: "Well."
When the two were reconciled, she wanted to stay tired together. Lin Siyin asked her to move out. Cen Simiao ate early and shook her head: "Not yet."
Lin Siyin knows what she's thinking, and doesn't force her. If she doesn't let people out, she won't be safe. A big bag of things I bought yesterday was lost because the man I met met a special gentleman who took it from her and the two walked slowly along the way.
As a result, she was dragged by Lins.
In the evening, the two drove to the supermarket again, and Lins guided the shopping cart to the west. Cen Simiao was taking a box of yogurt from the shelf and raised her eyes. She saw Dong Ziluo who was looking closely at the date of pure milk in front.
She said hello.
Dong Ziluo responded when she heard it, and raised her eyebrows when she saw the yoghurt in her hand.
Cen Simiao froze.
He picked up another can of yogurt and was discounting: "It's early to the expiration date. This one is cheaper and tastes better."
Cen Simiao thanked.
Dong Ziluo smiled: "I have lived this life, and now the prices are so high, I have to save a little."
She asked: "How is the preparation for the game?"
Dong Ziluo smiled calmly and thought for a while and said, "My talent is the worst, but I work hard enough. I hope I can have better luck."
Unfortunately, it was unsatisfactory, and the news came the next day. Dong Ziluo broke his leg in a car accident and there was no way to continue the competition. Cen Simao looked at him with a dart of things, and Dong Ziluo looked very weak, especially uncomfortable.
He yelled at the corner of his mouth: "I'm really a good, bad spirit."
Cen Simiao comforted him and walked out of the ward after a while. There were several messages triggered by Lins on the phone, and almost all of them had to be swiped.
She walked on high heels, next to the clinic. Further forward is the gate of the hospital. Ceng Simiao felt a little cold, wrapped her clothes tightly, and looked up, but saw Meng Jun.
Cen Simiao's eyes tightened and she followed him quietly.
When entering the elevator, it was so crowded that Meng Jun didn't see her. We didn't get off the elevator until the seventh floor. There are very few people on this floor and it is the psychological counseling department.
She frowned and hid beside her. After about an hour, Cen Simiao pretended to wait for someone to play with her mobile phone, and no one doubted her.
Suddenly the door rang, and she looked up.
Meng Jun came out of it, and a middle-aged man got a little bit of blessing. He followed him, saying something in his mouth, getting closer and closer to where she was hiding, and then turned a corner.
The middle-aged person said: "You didn't want to cooperate with my treatment at all from the subconscious. Childhood family is unfortunately not a big deal, but you don't let yourself go, you have to hold on."
Meng Jun pursed her lips tightly.
Cen Simiao was surprised that her childhood family was unfortunate and shouldn't be. So good condition for the Meng family.
Back home in the evening, He Ye was busy working in the kitchen, Cen Smiao leaned over, her eyelashes dropped, and she said, "He Ye, how about making a sliced ​​pork with green pepper tonight?"
He Yan paused in washing vegetables and looked at Cen Simiao strangely.
"How do you remember eating this dish?"
Cen Simiao frowned, and there was something wrong with this dish, and he heard He said, "Meng Jun's specialty is this dish, which he cooks for you every day as a child. Although Meng Jun grew up, his temper became indifferent. You will not be so close to each other. But the brother and sister were really good at that time. "
He sighed again, his eyes flashing with tears.
"It's pitiful to say. Before Meng Jun was too tall at that time, holding a barrel of oil was troublesome, so he put the bowl on the ground, tilted the oil pot and poured it out."
He Yan started to wash vegetables again, with a slick action: "Then I stepped on a chair to cook, and I didn't know how many times I had been scalded by the oil splashing. I hadn't come by then, and there wasn't even a caregiver at home, just you two Dependence. "
"I made a piece of stir-fried meat with green peppers later, and you spit it out after you taste it. Can you spit it out, this is the dish three times a day."
He Yan's words were full of distress. He glanced out of the kitchen and lowered his voice: "I said you enjoyed her blessing, but who knew the crimes when you were a kid. When you were born, your wife ran away and came back two years later. The result It's gone again when you are three years old. "
"When you were born, Mr. was still soft and hired someone to take care of you two. But later that time, Mr. Regardless, he ran out and fooled. Throwing down the two of you and suffering, that's how Meng Jun was forced to learn to cook of."
It's a pity that now that he is older, he still can't get rid of the quarrel.
Cen Simiao was particularly surprised. Meng Jun actually had this experience with the original owner. No wonder he reacted strangely every time Meng Lin provoked their husband and wife to quarrel.
Meng Jun's obsession with Meng's parents has a shadow and shadow.
Their husband and wife are particularly fond of Meng Lin, but they are very unwilling to see Cen Simiao. If Meng Jun showed kindness to Cen Simiao, they would definitely be unhappy. However, the personality of the Meng parents is inevitable.
The two will quarrel again and again.
Therefore, even if Meng Jun has feelings with the original owner, he is extremely indifferent.
For the past few days, the selection of design drafts has begun. Only Cen Simiao and Meng Lin participated in this floor. Speaking of it is also booing.
As a result, it will take three days to come out.
Cen Simiao set about preparing for the next game. She rubbed her neck and felt a little sore. She stood up and went to the bathroom.
In the corridor, Shen Wanzhi was cleaning and the cleaning equipment was particularly large, almost all mopping the floor. Cen Simao plans to pretend not to see and walks towards it.
As a result, Shen Wanzhi just looked up. His face was weather-beaten, but he could still tell that he was a beauty when he was young. With a broom in her hand, her eyes flashed with disgust and a touch of nausea.
Cen Simiao was sure she was reading it right.
She squinted her eyes, even if she had no feelings, but she was related. Why was there such an emotion. Cen Simao ignored her and walked forward.
After walking by her side, she took a few steps and heard a severe sigh behind her.
In the past few days after the result of the game, Lin Si led Cen Simiao to discuss living with her.
Cen Simiao felt that he was nervous. She was borrowed from the place of the Meng family. How could she bring someone into the house again?
Collins turned away from his beliefs and came to the door with a lot of things. Cen Simiao saw that he was outside the bed, and his mouth became sweet. Father Meng had a sign of consent, but his wife was firmly opposed.
In this way, Lin Siyin failed to live in.
Meng Lin sneered beside, and after Lins led away, Cen Simiao went back to the room to rest, and just met Meng Lin, her eyes taunted: "This is not your home. I still want to lead people here, really dream."
Cen Simiao glanced at her, walked over and smiled: "Yeah, it's not my house so I can't lead people. But you, I dare to respect my adoptive parents secretly, and have the ability to pick up the family."
"Don't tell me you can't do it, isn't this your house?" She snorted coldly.
The words are used to disgusting Meng Lin. At the time of the company, Meng Lin did not give Shen Wanzhi a good look at all. If it was not for stimulating Cen Simiao, I was afraid that the company would not let Shen Wanzhi wait.
Not to mention taking Shen Wanzhi home.
The results of the game came out, she and Meng Lin both advanced, and they still have to run into it in the future. Cen Simiao was not surprised by this result, she has been working hard recently.
But she never expected that in just a few days, Meng Lin really brought the Shen Wanzhi couple to the house.
Moreover, she didn't even say hello. Shen Wanzhi sat on the sofa with his man Liu Yuchi. Liu Yuchi was dressed cleanly and had a pair of gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Father Meng's face turned blue, so annoyed that he couldn't hit anyone, he kept saying no. The wife looked at them for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking, bit her lips, and squeezed her palms tightly.
Meng Lin used to be coquettish: "Mom, can you let them live?"
His wife's eyelids were drooping, but her opening was particularly weird: "There are so many rooms in the house that I haven't packed. There is only one room with a single bed inside."
Cen Simiao frowned, thinking she was moving her room by her head.
Meng Lin also thought about it, her eyes suddenly glowed, and she quickly followed the words and pointed at Cen Simiao: "It would be better if she moved to that room."
"No," Meng's parents said in unison.
The wife's face was a bit ugly, and she and the couple Shen Wanzhi glanced at each other, which meant that only one was left, but Meng's father meant that neither could be left.
The two quarreled endlessly, but in the end they listened to his wife. Father Meng gritted his teeth and his eyes were fierce. Liu Yuchi is tall and full of gentleness, even if he is older, his temperament is still very gentle.
Not at all with Shen Wanzhi next to him.
He looked at his wife and nodded his thanks.
Mrs. Don't look over her head and miss his sight.
That night, many ducks died in the duck nest, and the death was particularly terrifying.
He ate more for breakfast the next day, everyone had it. The wife got up early in the morning, she painted her eyes, her makeup was particularly delicate, and she was several years younger.
She sat in front of the dining table, paddling around with her mobile phone, and suddenly there were footsteps behind her, without turning her head to look.
Liu Yuchi was wearing a thin sweater and a pair of black trousers. He did not have a middle-aged man's blessed belly, and he was still in good shape. Sitting at the table, reached for a glass of milk and took a sip.
The wife looked at him several times, her eyelashes trembled, and she frowned: "Who made you eat?"
Liu Yu looked at her lately and bent her lips: "Then I won't eat it?"
Don't overdo it: "Love it or not."
Meng Jun stood on the stairs and saw this scene, squinting his eyes.
Although we get along with each other's thoughts, they can be safe. But it didn't take long for his wife to say that the jewellery was lost, and there was a lot of noise in the living room. She kept talking about how valuable the jewellery was. It must have been stolen.
Call everyone in front of you, and let the big guy say what they were doing when the jewelry was lost.
Inside and outside the words were pointing at the Shen Wanzhi couple.
Father Meng's face was somber, he gave her a glance, his eyes were sharp, and his words were very direct: "Then drive them away."
The wife pursed her lips and tightened her jaw. She didn't pay any attention to his eyes, and said with a pointed finger: "Only women with jewelry can wink, and you have to pick one out to get rid of it."
Shen Wanzhi stood on the side without snoring.
That night, my wife was in a very good mood. It wasn't as if she had gone out of the bathroom and showered. Sitting in the bedroom, Father Meng glanced at her with a cold look.
She didn't care, she hummed the song and opened the quilt to lie down, but felt panic and cold. Frowning, he suddenly widened his eyes, startled.
A dagger glowed cold.