Chapter 57: Indifferent male X mindful female (11)

There are three sons in Mr. Lin's family. They look as good as each other.
Lin Zhitong is the youngest, with an eyebrow flowing through his brows. When looking at people, his eyes are always smiling. The first time I saw Cen Simiao, I thought about it and played a song for her.
Cen Simiao was ashamed and couldn't understand.
In the past few days, Fu Xuan has been on a hunger strike, and she suddenly thought of Lin Zhitong, and he was deliberately asked to bring him over. Feng He didn't hear the response from the temple. He turned around and looked at him. Lin Zhitong stood tall, with a smile on his lips, gentle and polite.
She turned to the door and asked again.
Cen Simiao rubbed her head with her head and wiped the drops of water on her body. Listening to the voice outside the hall, he chuckled: "Naturally I want to see."
Feng He then asked, "But now?"
Cen Simiao's movements paused, cloth covering the front, facing Fu Xuan, the exquisite curves were revealed. With a brow, her eyebrows dropped, and she looked at herself.
Suddenly he turned to look at Fu Xuan, he was looking up, his eyes were gloomy.
Cen Simiao ripped off the blocked cloth and went to get her clothes on. It was very hot, and she wanted to be cool before going to bed at night, and she wore the tulle outside, which was particularly hooking.
Her hair was still wet and she wiped it freely. The drops of water were still ticking, she just scattered behind and left it alone. The whole person was showing the coquettishness when they just got out of the bath.
Closing his shirt and walking towards Fu Xuan, he did not look away, Cen Simiao bent his eyes and lowered the curtain to block his vision.
Turning and rushing outside the door of the temple, "call him in."
The water in the bathtub was still warm, with petals floating on it, and the things for bathing were still there, and the air was permeated with aroma.
Full of temptation.
As soon as Lin Zhitong came in, his mind shook, and he immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it. He took a few steps forward, bowed down, and Cen Simiao was preparing to lean on the couch with her feet still on the ground.
He just happened to see it.
She has never worn shoes and socks, and she is especially fair, with a trace of blood and rounded nails.
Cen Simiao took the pillow and leaned a little between her eyebrows, lying softly on her side, the end was very soft, and the hooker's heart was itchy: "It's so late, what's wrong with you here?"
Lin Zhitong wore a blue gown with exquisite embroidery on the cuffs, and the material was also very expensive to look at. The whole person was particularly outstanding. She looked up at Cen Simiao, and she was very lazy.
"You once said that you like to play the song below. Tonight, the moon is getting dark, and thinking of listening to the song at this moment is definitely better."
"Please ask permission to stay here until late at night, when the moonlight will be the most beautiful."
Cen Simiao raised his eyes. He looked serious, not at all cheating. His fingertips were wrapped in wet hair, and she was immediately stained with water vapor. She smiled in a low voice, loosened that strand of hair, and hooked at him: "come."
Lin Zhitong bent over quickly, and the warmth between the eyebrows became more obvious, and he approached her.
Cen Simiao was lazy and talked weakly. She still smiled: "You are stupid when I am?"
No blame could be heard, it seemed to be making fun.
There was a curtain next to the bed. Fu Xuan was staring closely behind her, her brows were not frowned, but the coldness revealed was particularly scary, her eyes were dark and dull.
The body was tight and he unconsciously tightened his jaw.
The curtain was blocked, and it wasn't too real to see, only the shadows could be seen, but it was even more ambiguous. Cen Simiao leaned on the couch, Lin Zhitong was half-knelt, and the two laughed from time to time.
There is a distance between them, but shadows are not so much the same.
The two were almost hugging each other, looking especially close.
Coupled with what Cen Simiao said, and laughter, it constantly stimulated Fu Xuan's nerves. Cen Simiao listened to Lin Zhitong's speech, and should make a sound from time to time.
Sometimes he didn't hear it, he could pick it up by himself and it was lively.
Cen Simiao yawned, she was a little sleepy, closed her eyes, and Lin Zhitong suddenly became quiet. As soon as she was wondering, she heard, "I'll be good for you to rest."
Cen Simiao froze.
Lin Zhitong said generously, without any awkwardness, but still a modest gentleman.
Somehow, she chuckled, with joy: "If you ..."
哐 When it sounded like the sound of smashing a chain, she interrupted the conversation instantly. When she looked at it, Lin Zhitong followed her line of sight, seeing a curtain, there was no light in it, and no shadow.
"Who is there?"
Cen Simiao raised an eyebrow: "A dying man."
Lin Zhitong stayed in the end, but he slept against the wall, Cen Simiao's bed was behind the curtain, and she opened it. After entering, Fu Xuan had a red mark on her arm, which should be what she wanted to get rid of.
There was no blood on his lips, and the whole man looked weak, but he was aggressive.
She squinted her eyes. Fu Xuan's eyes staring at her were particularly bad, which made people feel palpitated. Get closer to him: "Whatever you are anxious is dying, do you still care about it? If you don't stay with me, I always find someone Come to accompany. "
After speaking, I stopped looking at him and lay down in bed with my eyes closed.
He could still feel his gaze staying on his body.
After dawn, Lin Zhitong didn't have breakfast here, he had a sore back and aching back, and his spirit was a bit debilitating. He went out to watch, and it really looked like what happened last night.
Cen Simiao looked at the food, but still didn't send it to Fu Xuan.
Instead, he asked Feng Lin about the Lin family, and seemed to like Lin Zhitong in particular. Feng He was also happy, and she was afraid that Cen Simiao still remembered Fu Xuan. At this time, it was long and easy to have trouble.
At this moment Lin Zhitong appeared, attracting Cen Simiao's attention, she couldn't be more satisfied.
Quickly told the Lin family carefully.
I still do n’t forget to praise Lin Zhitong, but all the good words I know myself are used, and incidentally I do n’t forget to step on Fu Xuan, You're angry, I'm afraid you'll think of ways to make you happy. "
"Unlike some people, you are bothered to say nothing, and what is more annoying is that they don't appreciate it."
Cen Simiao gave her a glance: "You're so good at saying so many words."
The wind was full, and I felt aggrieved.
By the evening, Cen Simiao had someone give Fu Xuan soup in the past, and he didn't even look at it. Seems to still want to starve to death. Cen Simiao frowned, shouldn't, and let people try again.
Still not eating.
After looking down for a while, she walked over with the soup bowl, and Fu Xuan sat there with a particularly cold expression. Cen Simiao said softly: "Drink a little, OK, you can't stand it."
He doesn't move.
Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, took a porcelain spoon and filled it a little, and leaned closer to his lips. Fu Xuan glanced at her and opened her mouth to drink.
For the next few days, Fu Xuan had never been hungry again. He had regular meals and had a lot of energy. Cen Simiao's dangling heart was also put down. She looked at the cage a bit annoying, which made him dispense the supplementary medicine, but she would be weak in the early stage.
He's afraid he's not as strong as her now.
After the iron chain was loosened and Fu Xuan came out of it, his expression was always gloomy. When talking to Cen Simiao, he was always thorny, and his mouth was ridiculous.
She is particularly satisfied.
It was not enough, so I called Lin Zhitong again. Fu Xuan moved her brow and saw that she was joking with Lin Zhitong. She was so close, she was very charming.
He squeezed his lips tightly.
Cen Simiao didn't seem to notice that Lin Zhitong took a piece of cake to feed her, put her arm on the table like her, and tilted her head: "If I live in, it will be convenient to speak in the future."
Cen Simiao laughed softly and looked at him: "You are really flattering."
Lin Zhitong's eyes were a joy: "What about the method I said?"
As soon as she was about to speak, she heard a bang and raised her eyes. The vase was broken, and Fu Xuan stood not far away, her eyes fierce: "Dare you."
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows.
At night, only two of them were left in the temple. Fu Xuan was sitting on a chair, ready to sleep with eyes closed. Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, leaned to the side, and said softly, "Why not lie beside the bed, the blankets on this floor are laid. When will you sleep on the chair?"
Fu Xuanxi gave a sound.
Cen Simao didn't hear him, and then paused and said, "During this day, Ruo Tong said he would come and live, and I was thinking about whether to allow it."
He frowned suddenly, his eyes did not open.
Hearing again: "It's good to be here. The temple is so spacious that it can naturally accommodate him."
Fu Xuanxuan tightened the armrest, opened his eyes, and looked at Cen Simiao, who was still daytime eyes. She was not afraid, and greeted her, raising the corners of her mouth.
The next day, Cen Simiao didn't come to Lin Zhitong, but he asked to see him at the palace gate. Feng He was particularly interested. She smiled when she made an obituary. She didn't see her.
Fu Xuan's tight body relaxed.
After bathing in the evening, she was ready to go to bed and rest. She was so tired that she opened the curtains and slapped for a moment. An individual was lying on the floor beside the bed, and Fu Xuan had closed her eyes.
She chuckled a little, the temple was especially quiet, and it sounded exceptionally clear.
Passing by where he slept, he stepped on the quilt barefoot, and the veil brushed the back of his hand.
Lin Zhitong was not passed on for a few days, and he was anxious. He waited at the gate of the palace when he was free. He was particularly frustrated, and he was planning to stay at home, but suddenly news came to him that he would enter the palace and talk for a while.
Naturally is overjoyed.
When Fu Xuan heard the movement at the gate of the palace, he looked up and saw Lin Zhitong, and his expression became even colder. Lin Zhitong didn't care about this, he said happily to Cen Simiao, and said a lot of thoughts.
Fu Xuan stayed aside, her face getting ugly.
Cen Simiao took a sip of her teacup, stood up, put a book back in her mouth, and said, "You haven't seen me for a few days, and you are getting more and more ..."
Suddenly a hand shakes, the tea cup slips, and the tea inside splashes onto the shoe.
Wet shoes and socks.
Lin Zhitong frowned suddenly, took her to the couch, took off her shoes, and was very worried: "The tea is hot, I wonder if it hurts."
He was about to take off his socks, and suddenly heard the voice behind him exasperated: "Get away."
Before looking back at the figure, he was suddenly knocked down. Fu Xuan didn't know if he was angry or tired, panting hard, frowning, and his face was especially ugly.
Cen Simiao dropped her eyelids and drew off her socks. Her original white feet turned red, and her feet slowly climbed to his lower abdomen: "It hurts."