MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 124 Husband Male X Regrets Female (1)

In the afternoon, the weather was hot outside, the sun's light was particularly strong, the curtains were tightly pulled, and the room was dark. Several lipsticks on the dresser lifted the lid, twisted out a lot, and turned upside down.

The smell of perfume permeated the air. A woman was lying on the bed, her eyes were closed, she was wearing a night dress, her slender legs stretched out of the quilt, and her round toenails were painted with red nail polish. She couldn't help shrinking her legs.

When Cen Simiao came to this world, the first thing she did was to quickly wrap the quilt, and reached out to pick up the remote control on the bedside table to turn off the air conditioner.

She rubbed her arms and sneezed several times. The room was as cold as the ice cellar, and Cen Simiao suspected the original owner was frozen to death.

The system transmitted the data over this time very quickly. Cen Simiao didn't care about it. She got up from the bed with trembling, put on slippers, opened the door with a water glass, and went to the living room to receive hot water.

The original owner's bedroom was on the second floor. Cen Simiao stepped down the wooden stairs and walked to the living room to see that the water dispenser was just turned on. She quickly picked up a glass of hot water, blowing a white mist, blowing it, taking a sip, and suddenly I feel much more comfortable.

Cen Simao didn't return to the room again. She sat down on the sofa in the living room and placed a plate of fruit on the coffee table in front of her. She reached for the grapes, but saw a piece of paper next to it.

Cen Simiao looked at her, widened her eyes, lowered the grapes, and picked up the paper for a long time.

divorse agreement.

Party A wrote the words Landing Mufan with a black signature pen on the back. The handwriting was particularly restrained, and it looked very gentle and not sharp.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, took a drink and took a sip. She immediately took in the cool air. She glanced at the information from the system, which was simply a mess.

Lu Mufan is the husband of the original owner. The two are married in business. The relationship is very bad. The original owner is reluctant and there are people in his heart who can affect the elderly at home. They can only live with Lu Mufan.

They lived together for a year. During this period, the original owner did not let Lu Mufan touch her, and they even slept on the night of their wedding.

I still have my own ways, and don't bother each other.

Lu Mufan has a good temper, and he doesn't care about this marriage. No matter how the original owner tosses, he doesn't take it seriously. Mild attitudes are somewhat cool.

A few days ago, the original owner was having dinner with her favorite person. When she returned, she was already drunk. Just when she saw Lu Mufan returned from the company, the original owner was confused and shouted that she would divorce Lu Mufan.

At that time, Lu Mufan glanced at her, changed his shoes, and then went up the stairs to the room. Let the original owner go crazy in the living room.

On the second day, the original owner woke up, remembering what happened at night, and began to regret it. He knew that divorce was not easy. Unless the old man in the family agreed, he was dreaming.

But the original owner was very uncomfortable. She drunk so drunk that night. Lu Mufan didn't even have a word of concern, and left her in the living room alone for a night.

The more she wanted to get more angry, she went back to the room and called her parents. She opened her mouth to divorce Lu Mufan, and she was not considerate at all.

But the old man scolded her.

The original owner went to find her favorite person's health calendar in a grievance. He didn't tell the calendar beforehand that he wanted to be surprised and was about to walk to his doorstep.

She happened to see the Wei Li's car coming out, and the original owner called him when he opened the window, but she saw a woman sitting on the Wei Li's car. They were ambiguous and even kissed lightly.

The Wei Li didn't see her, the original owner was anxious, opened his mouth, tried to scold but didn't scold, and tears suddenly flowed a lot.

The original owner returned to his house with a dull head, turned on the air conditioner in the room, fell to the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep. Then Cen Simiao came over.

When Lu Mufan left the house in the afternoon, the original owner was still in the room. He had already prepared the divorce agreement and put it on the table. It was estimated that he wanted to wait until the original owner came to the living room to see it and then sign it.

He is really not interested in this marriage.

The original owner only mentioned a divorce, and he took out the divorce agreement very quickly, without any hesitation.

Cen Simiao gave a snoring sound and put the divorce agreement back in place. She looked up at the bedroom. The door was wide open, and the air-conditioning inside should be almost gone.

She stood up, drank the warm water to dry, and went back to the bedroom to open the wardrobe and change her clothes. Small straps, paired with thigh shorts, are extremely cool and fairer.

Cen Simiao looked at the time, and it was almost noon. Lu Mufan's habit was to go home to eat. Aunt Qian was invited to cook at home. It is estimated that Aunt Qian will come soon.

As soon as she thought about it, she heard the faucet downstairs turn on and make a sound of water. Cen Simiao went out wearing slippers and saw Aunt Qian carrying fresh vegetables and a fish, struggling with her tail in the basket.

Cen Simao came to her. Aunt Qian was washing the dishes. When she heard the movement, she looked up and saw Cen Simiao. She immediately smiled: "I will cook right away. It won't take long."

Cen Simiao shook her head: "It's all right, I'm not hungry."

She looked at the pots and pans in the kitchen again, squinting her eyes, and said to Aunt Qian, who picked up the knife and cut vegetables, "Aunt Qian, teach me a dish today."

Aunt Qian moved and looked at Cen Simao in doubt.

At around 12:30 noon, Lu Mufan's suit came back stiffly, his expression indifferent between the eyebrows, he loosened his tie, his lips narrowed, and his appearance was especially mild.

He glanced at the coffee table, and the divorce agreement on it was still only his signature. Lu Mufan looked upstairs without any mood swings and turned to eat in the restaurant.

Aunt Qian always waited until Lu Mufan had eaten her meals before she cleaned up the chopsticks before leaving. There were a few dishes on the table. The broccoli stir-fried meat was placed on the outermost part. The color was a bit ugly and seemed to be overcooked.

Lu Mufan never touched this dish with a chopstick.

Aunt Qian gave a glance, sighed silently, and looked upstairs again, the door of Cen Simiao's bedroom was closed tightly.

She was still learning how to fry broccoli with Aunt Qian in the kitchen just now, and when Lu Mufan came back, Cen Simiao quickly took out the dishes and ran upstairs.

Aunt Qian shook her head.

The next day, Aunt Qian walked home with a basket of vegetables, Cen Simiao stood waiting at the door with an eyesight. When she saw Aunt Qian, she bent her eyes quickly, reached out to help carry things.

Aunt Qian cooked the other dishes first, and then taught Cen Simiao to fry broccoli. Cen Simiao was wearing an apron, holding a shovel in her hand, and pouring the oil into the pan, which gradually became hot and crackled.

She pulled back, picked up the sliced ​​garlic cloves and threw them into the pan, and the oil splashed out, scaring her to run away. Aunt Qian, standing beside him, didn't hold back a smile, and said softly, "Just throw it slowly, the oil won't spill out."

Cen Simiao nodded again and again. When she put broccoli, she was still the same, picked up the dish and threw it into the pot, and some broccoli fell beside the gas stove.

After this time, the appearance of the dish is still not good, it is ugly, and it makes people especially lack appetite. Cen Simiao blowing the bubbles that splashed on her arm after being splashed with oil, rushed to the room before Lu Mufan returned.

Lu Mufan sat at the dining table, holding chopsticks and picking vegetables. Every time he bypassed the plate of broccoli, and he took a spoon and filled a bowl of soup.

He raised his eyes, and Aunt Qian was taking off the apron and said softly, "Do not fry broccoli next time."

Aunt Qian heard that for a moment, Lu Mufan could not see the discomfort on her face, and her expression was still gentle and kind. She looked at the broccoli on the dining table, it was burnt black, and it was estimated that it was not ripe enough, and the salt was still sprinkled .

Aunt Qian stopped talking, sighed, and didn't speak again.

Another day later, Cen Simiao was waiting for Aunt Qian at the door early, with a smile on her face, reaching out to take over Aunt Qian's vegetable basket. She looked at the vegetable basket, frowned, and there was no broccoli in the vegetables she bought.

Aunt Qian coughed slightly.

Cen Simiao looked up and turned to the refrigerator to take out the broccoli that was not lost yesterday. Walked to Aunt Qian: "Hurry up and cook, and then continue to teach me."

Aunt Qian was very helpless, and he said, "Mr. Lu said that he would not let me fry broccoli today."

Cen Simiao glanced at her, and was very strange: "Yeah, it's not you who fry, it's me."

Aunt Qian's eyes became delicate, she looked at Cen Simiao for a while, pondered the meaning in her words, and understood the taste.

Cen Simiao was posing that she wanted to let Aunt Qian tell Lu Mufan directly that this broccoli was fried by her, and she didn't want to hide it at all, but she didn't want Aunt Qian to be able to tolerate it.

Not long after, Lu Mufan returned, loosened his tie and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He squeezed his brows and felt a little tired. He glanced at the coffee table again, and the divorce agreement was still on it.

He frowned, why hadn't he signed yet.

Lu Mufan sat at the table, picked up chopsticks and chopped vegetables, and saw another plate of fried broccoli. His mild eyebrows frowned instantly. Aunt Qian watched the situation on his side, and saw that his expression was not right, and walked quickly.

Lu Mufan was a little irritable: "Why did he cook this dish again?"

Aunt Qian hesitated again and again, looking upstairs, she said softly, "This dish is fried by my wife."

Lu Mufan glanced up, looked up, his expression was puzzled. His relationship with the original owner is a stranger living in a house, even if he does not meet for a month, it is not surprising.

If you start to care, you feel wrong.

He looked at the sautéed dish, stared at it twice, extended his chopsticks, and took away the ribs next to the broccoli plate.

Head down to eat.

When Aunt Qian came back, Cen Simiao learned from Lu Muffan's attitude from her mouth that she pursed her lips, which was quite normal. She was not discouraged and continued to cook.

Lu Mufan has never eaten a bite.

Over time, the days of step by step will always be disrupted. Lu Mufan always came home on time and on time, but suddenly there was no traffic jam on the road, especially smooth, and he arrived home about ten minutes earlier.

The kitchen hood was booming. He changed into slippers, loosened his tie and turned to walk to the bathroom. When he washed his hands and came out, his brows were tired.

Lu Mufan wanted to go to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get a drink, but he stopped before he came to it. The sliding door of the kitchen was not closed, and the sound of the shovel touching the side of the pan was covered by the range hood.

Aunt Qian stood on the side and quietly taught Cen Simao what to do.

Cen Simiao held a spatula in her hand and stirred in the pan. She wore a small suspender and shorts with exposed thighs. Her skin was white, and with a slight movement, Bai Nen's lower back was exposed.

She was especially afraid of oil splashing on her body. She kept going back, tied an apron, and outlined her waist to make it more curvy.

Lu Mufan frowned as he watched the scene in front of him.