Chapter 9: Actor X Rich Woman (9)

Xu Senni was sitting on the sofa, her eyes were red, and the tears on her face were still dry. She twitched, looked up at Hu Yinli, opened her mouth, lowered her head, and choked.
Hu Yinli picked up a lighter on the table, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, spit out a ring of smoke, locked his brows, and was very gasped.
When she came back, she cried and kept crying, and asked for a long time before she said that the gallery business was lost. The specific circumstances, did not reveal at all.
Hu Yinli's chin was low, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly said, "This money is not a decimal. To be honest, what's going on?"
Xu Senni curled her skirt, wrinkled the small broken flowers, her eyes were a little bit hated, her eyes were covered, her throat was swallowed, and she said, "I will never do business again, Will be at home ... "
"I didn't ask you this, how did you compensate?" Hu Yinli extinguished the cigarette butts.
He was getting impatient, and this kind of thing had nothing to do with money, although the amount was not small, but it was not so painful. But Xu Senni's half-covered attitude really made Hu Yinli doubt.
You can't be confused.
Xu Senni tightened her chin, glanced at Hu Yinli, her eyes mocking.
Hu Yinli frowns more and more tightly, the pressure of fire suddenly rises up, re-ignites the smoke, throws the lighter on the table, stands up, and stands high.
"Are you angry?" Suddenly sneered: "It's been a long time. Which one of the clothes and shoes you bought is not the best. What did I say? Is it difficult for you to make the whole thing clear this time?"
Xu Senni lowered her head without saying a word, stared at the floor for a while, and said in a weird tone: "This number is not small. Is it twice as much, isn't it a little bit?"
Hu Yinli's eyes sharpened instantly.
Cen Simiao checked the money on her account, her eyes narrowed, she picked up her cell phone, and saw that she refused Hu Yinli's money.
Suddenly my heart hurts.
This text message was two months ago. She is now a poor girl, barely able to make ends meet. All the money earned before was invested in the variety show, with Wu Lishen as the main guest.
Bacheng now has more savings than her.
Cen Simiao went to the sofa, counting her fingers, so how could Xu Senni couldn't bear to say so long. She turned on her cell phone to the maximum these days, and she was afraid that Hu Yinli would not receive it when she called and questioned.
During this time, he sent a message that Cen Simiao was either too lazy to answer, or said "Oh, okay, I know."
The attitude to tear your face is already obvious.
As soon as Wu Lishen finished filming, she went to a variety show. People around him have not seen such a favor, and Cen Simiao also took the initiative.
This variety show is an actor randomly partnering with a female amateur, living together. The actor is responsible for taking care of the partner, cooking, washing and cleaning, and even cares what clothes to wear.
Whether this arrangement is disgusting to the audience or full of cuteness, everything depends on the performance of the guests.
Wu Lishen is particularly good at cooking.
Cen Simao, who usually does not like to eat vegetables, puts two or three plates on the table, and then her eyes are soft and her voice is low, coaxing her to eat.
Cen Simiao bit her tongue, glanced at the camera with Yu Guang, and raised her eyes: "Butler, is our family running out of money?"
All are vegetarian, none are delicious.
Wu Lishen laughed lightly, picked up a chopstick dish, and brought it to her lips. Cen Simiao looked at him and opened her mouth to eat. Just swallowed, chopsticks came over again.
Cen Smiao pursed her lips.
He leaned back, frowned, and asked softly, "Don't eat?"
Before having time to answer, Wu Lishen put down her chopsticks, bent down slightly, stretched out her long arms and hugged her in her arms, and the two sat in a chair.
He bent his eyes.
Cen Simiao took a bite of her dish and looked down, seemingly embarrassed. Wu Lishen's hands on her waist were particularly warm, and she was particularly sensitive through the thin fabric.
Wu Lishen was feeding vegetables one after another.
Cen Simiao smiled suddenly, and the arms hanging on the sides of his body wrapped around his neck. The hair on her forehead was against Wu Lishen's chin, and she leaned lightly on her shoulder.
Soft voice: "I can't eat anymore."
Wu Li moved his throat knot.
Cen Simiao's eyes narrowed, and the hand around his neck rubbed his neck without any trace.
After the shooting, the two went straight to the hotel. Cen Simao waited to roll on the bed, Wu Lishen went straight into the bathroom, and went to shower.
She's a little shy.
How do you feel kind of wronged.
Cen Simiao poured a glass of red wine and drank on the sofa, looking at her phone from time to time, and then slamming on the bathroom door. Waiting for the door to open, Wu Lishen was neatly dressed, covering even his legs.
She leaned on the arm of the sofa, shaking her wine glass, and said softly, "You have been bathing for a long time."
Wu Li's hair was wet, and she was holding a towel and standing in front of the dressing mirror. "Hmm", she said, "Good health."
Turned again: "But not as good as your heart."
Cen Simiao has a headache.
He cleared his throat, raised his eyes and asked, "What's your temper?"
Wu Lishen stopped her hand to wipe her hair, turned and walked towards her, and frowned when she saw the color of her newly applied nail polish.
She glanced: "This color is white."
The wine-red nails are more attractive with their fair skin. Wu Lishen stared for a while, her eyes darkened, her eyes closed.
The voice was a little dumb: "When I record the program tomorrow, I'll change it for you."
Cen Simiao is inexplicable: "If you don't change, what nerve do you have?"
Wu Lishen's tone unconsciously brought a hint of overbearing: "Changed."
She lifted her eyes, pursed her lips, put the wine glass on the low cabinet next to her, got up and walked to the side, Wu Lishen's eyes kept staring at her.
Cen Simiao's voice was cold: "What do you mean?"
Wu Li lowered her eyebrows, and after a moment, leaned on the sofa, leaned one leg on the knee of the other leg, and yawned lazily, with a sigh of breath between her brows, as if she had changed a person.
"I think your aesthetic is too bad."
Cen Simiao froze, looked down at her fingertips, and countered, "You're addicted to the show, but haven't played yet?"
Wu Lishen glanced down and hesitated, "Come out."
Immediately, he stood up and walked across the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. Cen Simao did not know what he was going to do, and saw him holding a washboard and a keyboard.
Carrying one in each hand, walking is particularly imposing, holding back and raising his head.
Drop it on the ground, slightly raise your chin, motion her to look.
"Let's say, which one do you want to kneel on? If you are angry, don't scream and cry."
"..."
At the end of the festival, Wu Lishen's washboard has been changed twice. It was particularly strong during the day, making Cen Simao unable to compete with him directly. At night, as soon as the door was closed, he took the initiative to find a washboard.
A positive attitude to admitting mistakes is to kill and not change.
Cen Simiao directly took a durian and dropped it to the ground, glaring at Wu Lishen. The sulking in his heart was growing more and more. Today, when he was shooting, he did not let her wash her face directly.
He even brushed his teeth, and his eyes were cold when he remembered them.
Wu Lishen stomped the durian shell in slippers and raised his eyes: "No kneeling."
Cen Simiao especially wanted to pump him now.
Suddenly, the WeChat voice of her mobile phone sounded. She came to her spirits instantly, stared at the screen, and she saw Hu Yinli.
Cen Simiao bent her lips, suddenly looked up, and suddenly saw Wu Lishen's expression, especially cold. She shuddered for a moment, but saw him return to normal and turned to pour water.
She lowered her head to reply to the message and cleared her throat: "You go with me back, anyway, I haven't filmed these two days."
Wu Lishen's figure paused, clenched the glass and took a sip: "Um."
When she went out, Cen Simao went out in a panic, but the doorknob could not be twisted open and closed. She frowned: "What's the matter, it's fine when I return."
Wu Lishen looked calm, walked over and glanced at him, took a good guy, and smashed the door lock.
He glanced at Cen Simiao: "Let's lose money."
Along the way, neither of them spoke, and there was music in the car, and Cen Simiao sat drowsy while sitting in the co-pilot. The whole person was very sleepy.
I do not know how long, Wu Lishen wake her up.
Cen Simmiao fooled out the community access card, gave the gatekeeper a glance, and then directed Wu Lishen to go. The area is very large, and I drove for five minutes, and finally stopped in front of the villa.
She glanced at the parked car.
"Li Shen, you go back. It's tiring today."
Wu Li sank, and put her hands on the steering wheel. Cen Simiao didn't look at him again, reached out to open the door, and suddenly got an extra hand, and slammed the door closed.
Instantly embraced Cen Simiao.
With her chin against her forehead, Cen Simiao's uneasy breathing spread all over his neck. Wu Lishen let go of her strength and stared at her, Cen Simiao involuntarily dodged.
"You want to leave me and run away?"
In the car in front, the people in the back seat stared at the scene, gritted their teeth, and their fists were blue.