All The Male Leads Have Blackened

There were a lot of people in the original main courtyard, and the waiters were very attentive. They dare not neglect. And she spends all the expenses in the Fuzhong.

To outsiders, Li Zhixiu should give her a little decent.

Only the intimate girl who has been with the original owner, understands the sadness and helplessness inside. The girl-in-law persuaded the original owner every time to talk to her relatives, and it always worked.

The original owner just kept wiping his tears with a papa.

In the heart of the girl-in-law, she simply hated him and did not contend for her misfortune. She could only hope that someday the original owner would open up and recover her aunt ’s heart.

Unexpectedly, this time her lady said that she would go outside the yard by herself. Before half an hour, she brought the obstructive one back.

She was so noisy in her heart that she glanced at Yang Fuqing. He was standing in the middle of the room. He was especially small, holding a saucer in his hand, and trying to put snacks in his mouth.

Cen Simiao brought him back, so he didn't manage it anymore. He took the tea cup from the lieutenant, blew the heat, and took a sip.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Yang Fuqing had reached her, her eyes were black, and she took away the tea cup in her hand, poured it into his mouth, drank hot air directly, and couldn't wait to drink it again.

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows.

Seeing that she was even more uncomfortable, the girl couldn't help but scold: "Why so unruly, dare to pretend in front of his wife!"

Yang Fuqing didn't hear it. He drank his head and drank water, and kept swallowing.

The girl was anxious and looked at Cen Simiao: "Miss, what do you think?"

Cen Simiao didn't say a word, just looked at Yang Fuqing, and figured out how to teach him well. It is impossible to become normal. Once a person is tortured, his mindset will inevitably change.

Yang Fuqing's parents were harmonious at first. He treated him very well. He taught him to read and read from an early age. He was soft-skinned and had a smile before he even spoke.

Within a short while, it was time for dinner. Before the large and small dishes were brought to the table, Yang Fuqing got them on the ground. The soup and water spilled on the ground. He was not too dirty, and he knelt directly on the ground. Pick it up and eat it.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.

When all the people in the room went out, only the dowry girl-in-law was by her side. She pulled up her skirt and sat on the floor with Yang Fuqing, leaning down slightly and looking at him: "You just ate the plate of snacks. After eating so much again, can't I support it? "

Yang Fuqing sulked and ate.

Cen Simiao snorted, her white fingertips stretched towards the greasy vegetables, and then placed them on his lips. Yang Fuqing opened her mouth instantly and ate deliciously.

Just feed two people and eat one.

After a while, Cen Simiao asked softly again, "Why can't you wait for the dishes to be served?"

Yang Fuqing swallowed the vegetables in her mouth, stared at both eyes, and didn't look over her head: "You eat whatever you eat."

He was a little dumb.

Cen Simiao stared at him. Yang Fuqing's face was immature, but her eyes were dark. From time to time, she looked here and again, very vigilant, especially insecure.

She frowned, pathetic but pathetic.

While sleeping, Cen Simiao made a blanket spread on the floor of the cubicle, which was shaggy and especially thick and warm. Yang Fuqing lay on her back, shrinking her arms and legs, and in front of her was a bowl full of two faces, full of snacks.

The teapot is also in front of you, and you can touch it when you reach out.

He didn't dare to sleep, staring at Dim Sum, for fear of being taken away.

The gauze curtain between the bedroom and the compartment was lowered, Cen Simiao's arms raised the bed curtain, and she lay on her side. The gauze curtain reflected Yang Fuqing's shadow and chewed.

She frowned: "You eat and eat again, and then make a sound that affects my rest, and I order someone to take away the snack."

The chewing sound did not decrease at all, but it was much faster.

Cen Simiao frowned, the child was difficult to teach. Yang Fuqing has not been able to eat enough food for so long, and even has to starve to death. What I think in my head is long different from the time when my temper was soft and waxy.

All she had to do was to give Yang Fuqing a sense of security, so that he was completely relieved and no longer worried about having nothing to eat.

In addition, she found that although Yang Fuqing was very aggressive, she was just playing a small game and not hurting others. When others slowed down, she would bully him even more.

Yang Fuqing didn't know how to protect herself.

For a few days in the past, there was no dim sum on the floor of the cubicle. The maid worked hard to clean. The house was very clean on weekdays, and now it is full of dim sum.

Cen Simiao was holding an embroidery needle in her hand, and she lowered her head carefully to embroider the green bamboo. The earrings often followed her, and her earlobes were especially white.

The expression on his face was focused and dignified. Anyone who meets will sigh a sigh. But if I look down at the embroidery again, I'm afraid I can only shake my head.

Stopping the action in his hand and biting the thin silk thread, the adult male clothes in dark blue accompanied the dark green bamboo, but it looked good, but the pins were too rough.

The girl standing next to me saw it, took it from her quickly, and folded it on the couch. Then he went out with his clothes, took a few steps, paused, and looked back at Cen Simiao.

Hesitating, "Ma'am, are you going to send this clothes now?"

The girl-in-law was puzzled, and his wife couldn't wait to see anyone in the weekdays. She didn't understand the softness in front of the master.

The sky was bright outside, the master was afraid that he was still sleeping with his aunt in bed.

Cen Simiao hooked her lips, and the dignity between her eyebrows became invisible for a while, and she was flattered. She put her arms on the table and yawned, covering her red lips, and the whole person looked quite lazy.

The tone of voice is full of hooking energy: "If you don't send it now, will it be impossible for the master to do it yourself?"

The girl-in-law sighed. If this picture were to be seen by the master, her bones would be crisp. Without further delay, bowed my head and went out quickly.

Cen Simiao poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and the original owner hoped that the life would be reversed, just to make the master like her and no other woman in her eyes.

She thought about it, and looked at Yang Fuqing, who was sulking and eating a snack.

Sighed.

Couldn't help but say, "What kind of stomach are you holding up? Still eating there, do you still have a brain?"

Yang Fuqing looked up and clenched the bowl instantly.

She has a headache.

All the clothes that the girl sent over were left behind, but as soon as she turned around, the master ordered everyone to throw them away. Yaya was very clear in her heart.

She walked angrily outside the aunt's yard, taking a hard sip at the gate while nobody was there. Then returned to Cen Simiao and saw that she was carefully selecting the material again, and could not help but feel a sore nose.

At noon, after eating, Cen Simiao went out and looked around at Yang Fuqing who was hiding in the corner. He held the bowl tightly and stared at her vigilantly.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.

After going out, he ordered a few young men to go to the room and grab all the snacks in Yang Fuqing's hands. No one was allowed to stay.

The girl listened with wide eyes beside her.

About an hour later, the summer heat was getting stronger and stronger, Cen Simiao couldn't bear it, took the fan to block it, returned to the room, and finally got a lot cooler.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the pieces of porcelain all over the floor, and the girl suddenly lost her breath.

Cen Smiao ignored these, raised her eyes and looked at the corner, the blanket became twisted, and there were dirty shoe marks. There was a lot of dim sum next to it, but the big bowl containing the dim sum disappeared and the teapot was broken.

Yang Fuqing gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at the place, her body shaking with excitement.

She raised her eyebrows, walked lightly and asked, "Where is the snack?"

Yang Fuqing clenched her fists, especially resentment: "Being taken away by them!"

Cen Simiao moved a stool to sit down and glanced at him, and the already ragged clothes were almost cloth strips, and there were palm prints on her face, red.

Those subordinates were really addicted to bullies, and they dared to beat him boldly without her order.

Frowning: "You just let them grab it?"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes unconvinced, and his teeth said, "I bit them."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and smoothed out the wrinkled clothes. The tone was not anxious or slow: "So what?"

Yang Fuqing frowned, and her eyes were puzzled. Cen Simiao bent her eyes: "You bite them, they won't die."

She got up from her chair and bent down again, getting closer to him: "But you can starve to death without these snacks."

Yang Fuqing wasn't snoring around her neck, but her body was shaking.

She picked up the fruit-sharpened dagger from the table, shook it in front of his eyes, and raised the corner of her mouth: "If you encounter this kind of thing again, kill them."

Yang Fuqing's eyes widened and she let him hold his hand and put the dagger on his palm, feeling cold.

He clenched.

The bowl full of snacks was placed next to him again. Yang Fuqing firmly grasped the dagger in his hands, his body was tight. This time instead of staring at the snacks, he looked at the knife in his hand from time to time.

Vaguely excited in his eyes.

The snacks are enough, and the food is full. Yang Fuqing hasn't had enough to eat in these days, but he still lives and holds the snack bowl and doesn't give up. He keeps eating in his stomach.

Once he straightly hummed and couldn't sleep all night.

But still stuffing things into his mouth.

Cen Simiao was so angry that she scolded him, and Yang Fuqing stopped to eat unwillingly. In fact, his meal size has become significantly smaller. Before the day had passed, the big bowl had to be filled with snacks again.

I can't finish it all day.

He's really not hungry, but he's just too panicky. These are all he eats, for fear he can't protect himself. Cen Simiao frowned, and ran out again, ordering someone to bring the person who had teased Yang Fuqing repeatedly.

He used the bait for food several times, and made Yang Fuqing hook, and then he threw away the food, and he did not let Yang Fuqing eat at all. He turned around and prosecuted Li Zhixiu.

Yang Fuqing, who almost died, lost her life.

Cen Simiao directly told him to ask him to grab the snacks in Yang Fuqing's hands, and Yang Fuqing still took a dagger and was more careful.

The man didn't want to go, but he heard a reward and took it with his teeth. Anyway, it's just a little baby.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Yang Fuqing looked up instantly and saw him, widening his eyes, subconsciously opening his mouth and teeth, preparing to bite him.

The man dared to go, his smile was stiff, and Yang Fuqing was almost set, his eyes fell on the big bowl he was holding. Mouthful words were being spoken, but his hands stretched out to snatch.

Yang Fuqing bit him immediately. The man was in pain, but it didn't matter much. He turned around and slapped him. Yang Fuqing is young and cannot beat him at all.

The man immediately picked up the bowl, Yang Fuqing stared tightly, gritted his teeth, touched the dagger, and stabbed at him like crazy.

The man was supposed to stand up and walk away, startled, panic flashed in his eyes, and wanted to run out with a snack, but he was scratched on his leg.

He was in pain, and the fierceness in Yang Fuqing's eyes gradually turned into excitement. The man couldn't help it. He threw a bowl and ran out, the blood on his leg shed.

Yang Fuqing shivered.

After a while, when Cen Simiao came back, the excitement in his eyes had not subsided, and Cen Simiao looked at the **** dagger. She raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and stroked his head, raising the corners of her mouth.

Yang Fuqing was particularly satisfied.

After a few days, the large bowl of dim sum had become unnecessary for three days. The dim sum is already moist, the skin is no longer crispy, and it is easy to break in the summer.

Yang Fuqing still couldn't do without that big bowl.

Cen Simiao frowned, and came to him, Yang Fuqing subconsciously guarded the snack. She pursed his lips and glanced at him, reaching for the bowl.

Yang Fuqing was anxious and immediately touched the dagger. She froze and raised her eyebrows, "Kill me?"

He tightened his dagger and stared at her, his neck still and his jaw tightened.

Cen Simiao lowered her head, continued to bring the bowl over, and raised her eyes, and saw that Yang Fuqing's eyes were red.

He gritted his teeth and don't look over his head: "Give you, give you."