All The Male Leads Have Blackened

In the night, there are many paper drunk gold fans, and a bottle of wine is poured into the stomach. Within a short while, the alcohol is on top. Dragged his body, came to the dance floor and wobbled, the whole person's nerves were extremely excited.

Cen Simiao swayed the body following the beat, the flashing light fell on her, and the loosely curled hair fell on the white neck, and the charm showing through the eyebrows was particularly obvious.

Compared with the people around her, her clothes are not exposed. Every inch of skin that can be exposed to the air seems to seduce Lin Zhenqi.

He didn't drink too much, but his head was jumping hard. Looking at Cen Simiao's movements, she raised her hands to play with a playful, playful energy.

This was beyond Lin Zhenqi's expectation. He always thought that Cen Simiao was the kind of person who was so noble and ecstatic, and was serious and would never go crazy with him like he does now.

Lin Zhenqi hooked his lips and thought it was quite interesting.

Cen Simiao took a moment to glance at him, just to see his smile, and lowered his eyelashes, where can I not know what he was thinking. In fact, when Lin Zhen was with the original owner, the original owner was a very quiet character. He didn't like to play or play, but he was wholehearted and considerate.

He was with the original owner at that time. At first he felt that he had changed his taste and it was quite fresh, but it didn't take long before he got bored. Even the original owner's whisper to him became a mistake.

It's fickle enough.

Cen Simiao raised her eyes and looked at Lin Zhenqi generously. He was holding a wine bottle in his hand and poured his head into his mouth, his throat knot rolled. When Lin Zhenqi lowered her head, she bumped into her eyes and went straight, without hiding the affection in her eyes.

Cen Simiao raised her chin slightly, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and followed the music to move him forward. Lin Zhenqi felt that the wine just swallowed was very spicy, and the wine was very powerful, dizzy.

But the senses became more sensitive. He stared at Cen Simao, without letting her any subtle movements, even the eau de toilette spray on her body seemed to become rich and instantly fell into his heart.

Lin Zhenqi reached out and grabbed her, but Cen Simiao took a step back, raised her eyebrows, and the charm of her eyes became more and more obvious. He paused, approached the past, but was lost again.

Cen Simao had turned her back and went to the other side with a stunned figure. He stared at it for a while, and the energy in his heart was hooked up, and the people dancing around beside him noticed that there was a gurgling sound here.

Lin Zhenqi moved his chin, looked sideways at Cen Simiao, who was a little far away from him, and raised a smile with a raised eyebrow. She suddenly turned her head, glanced at him, and stood still.

Lin Zhenqi strode forward, his eyes became sharp, reaching out to catch Cen Simiao, who was about to leave again, and holding her in his arms. Cen Simiao buried his face in his chest, looked up to reveal his eyes, and saw his appearance of conquering desire.

Lin Zhenqi wanted to kiss, she turned her head to avoid, and frowned: "Don't you want to dance?"

He hesitated and laughed suddenly, as if he wanted to play for a while, and didn't move any more. Cen Simiao pushed him gently, then turned around, walked a few steps, raised his arm, and just jumped a beat. Lin Zhenqi surrounded the past.

The light was dazzling, the warm breath fell to her ears, Cen Simiao looked lazy, posing with Lin Zhenqi, and she had a good grasp of the rhythm of refusal to return.

Did not let him take advantage, but was even more excited.

After dancing, Cen Simiao had a thin layer of fine sweat on her forehead. Her face was flushed and tired, and she gasped slightly, sitting on the sofa without moving. Lin Zhenqi stood next to her, looking down at her eyebrows, shook her head, and passed a bottle of wine: "Drink?"

With a smile in his eyes, he determined that she would not drink.

Cen Simiao reached out to pick it up, smelled the tip of her nose, and smelled of alcohol. Lin Zhenqi was a bit surprised, but saw that she took the bottle further away and looked up at him.

Then a bottle of wine splashed at him.

Lin Zhenqi's clothes immediately affixed to her body, and she became soaked, her strong muscles were exposed. He frowned, as if unhappy.

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows, didn't care, leaned on the sofa and poured the rest of the wine back. He just leaned over and immediately caught his chin.

Lin Zhenqi pursed her lips and stared at her. Cen Simiao tilted her head, and she was not uncomfortable. Instead, she smiled: "Oh, wipe it, it's wet."

Lin Zhenqi chuckled, raised her head, and then looked down at her again, dragging her up and walking outside. Cen Simiao hadn't responded yet, stumbled, and said softly, "What are you doing?"

He said, "Let you take me home."

Cen Simiao said, "Why?"

Lin Zhenqi frowned. "What do you say?"

Cen Simiao froze for a moment, then stopped silent. It's really straightforward, straight up to the theme, no roundabout expressions. She drove out of the house where Lin Zhenqi lived, and then let him get off.

Lin Zhenqi responded and went to open the door sideways. Cen Simiao was a little sleepy, rubbed her forehead, but was suddenly grabbed and dragged in the direction of Lin Zhenqi.

She shouted unexpectedly.

He had already opened the car door, it was dark outside, it was already midnight, cold wind poured into the collar, Cen Simiao couldn't help taking a nap, Lin Zhenqi laughed with a smile on his lips, his eyes frown.

Holding her horizontally into the room, Cen Simiao struggled.

As soon as the door was closed, Cen Simiao was pressed against the wall, and Lin Zhenqi's wine slammed into her face. Her eyelashes trembled and her brows were raised, and in the darkness, he felt closer and closer.

Just as he was about to kiss, Cen Simiao ducked her head again. Lin Zhenqi raised his chin, his breathing became short, and took her to the bedroom on the second floor. Still without turning on the lights, he held Cen Simiao and walked to the bed in the dark.

Cen Simiao pursed her lips, and felt that he came over as he walked, his eyebrows flickered, and he could be seen faintly by the blurry moonlight outside. The expression on his face suddenly became confused. Cen Simiao broke away from his arms, and after a while he fell down softly.

Cen Simiao sighed and turned on the light.

Lin Zhenqi has fallen asleep on the ground.

The system proudly said, "Am I terrible?"

Cen Simiao reached out to unbutton his button, the system was suddenly anxious, the mechanical stereo sound was sharper than usual: "What are you doing !!!"

Ceng Simiao was almost not scared. She calmed down, kept her hands moving, and took off his shirt. During this period, the system was frightened, for fear that her head would be hot. How could it talk to that person? Explain.

Cen Simiao rubbed his shirt into a ball, tossed it aside, and then took a quilt from the bed and covered him, although it didn't matter.

You must catch a cold on the ground in such a cold day.

She didn't care anymore, she glanced at the time, it was already late now, I don't know how Song Boyu was at home. She opened the door and stepped out on high heels. Lin Zhenqi, lying on the ground, didn't feel anything, and then the door closed again.

Only he was left alone in the room.

Cen Simiao drove to Song Boyu, and when she arrived at the door, she deliberately closed the door lightly. As soon as the door was opened, the weather was calm and there were no splashes.

The living room was dark, and she turned on the lights, not alone. It is estimated that Song Boyu is sleeping in the room. Cen Smiao pursed her lips, put on slippers, and walked into the room.

She had tossed this out to disrupt the fixed habit that Song Boyu had developed over the past few days. He had taken a bath some time ago, and she would have to pick up and hand over the towel.

He was particularly uncomfortable at first and had a very angry temper, but later he got used to it.

Cen Simiao just wanted to see what he found when she was away and did not hand in the towel on time.

Nothing happened.

Another is Lin Zhenqi's side, she does not intend to follow the way that the original owner moved people with love.

He has always been too lazy to use routines, and there are even many women who take the initiative to hook him up, so don't expect him to fall in love with others step by step.

So Cen Simiao wanted to be more straightforward and pick up his addiction first, and things would be much easier in the future.

Cen Simiao returned to the room to take a shower. It was almost four in the morning. She thought about it and sent another message to Lin Zhenqi.

Then throw your phone aside to sleep.

The next morning, she got up from the bed with her gritted teeth, yawning, and went to the kitchen to cook Song Boyu. He was up on time, as usual, sitting at the table with a calm expression.

Cen Simiao brought the food up, then rubbed her forehead, and went back to sleep in the room, but suddenly heard a noise, she turned to look over, Song Boyu put the bowl on the table, the sound was a little loud.

He couldn't see anything wrong in his expression. Cen Smiao pursed her lips and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Boyu said nothing and drank the porridge seriously. Then he got up and walked into the room. Cen Simao followed, but he closed the door with a slam without any warning.

Suddenly Cen Simiao was kept out.

She raised her eyebrows, her voice anxiously: "Are you angry, tell me what happened?"

Song Boyu ignored her.

Cen Simiao stayed at the door for almost a whole day's good words, boasting that he was in a mess. Finally the door rang and opened from the inside, and he was slightly impatient with his brows.

Cen Simiao said: "I had something temporary last night and couldn't help telling you, so ..."

Song Boyu raised his chin: "You can go out."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and heard him say, "You're annoying to talk."

Song Boyu frowned, trying to close the door, Cen Simiao looked up at him: "Did I just hand you a towel?"

Suddenly there was a clear anger on Song Boyu's face: "You're so embarrassed to say, I thought you didn't hear, or something was busy, waiting in the bathtub for a long time!"