All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The hazy street lights were on, Cen Simiao was sitting in the position of the co-pilot, turned his head and looked out through the window, misty.

It was late now, and the street was much colder than during the day. Occasionally I saw a few pedestrians burying their chins in their collars, shrinking, and eagerly heading home to the cold wind.

She yawned and was a little sleepy.

Lin Zhenqi held the steering wheel and tapped his fingers lightly on it. His expression was especially comfortable. He glanced at Cen Simiao and moved his brow.

He pressed the front, and the small space in the car was suddenly filled with music that stimulated the eardrum.

Cen Simiao was startled, and she felt a lot of energy in an instant. She couldn't help frowning. Lin Zhenqi was very happy when she saw her reaction.

Whistled at her: "Come out with me and get sleepy before you get to the place? You are an elderly person."

Cen Simiao was unwilling to take care of him, her brows frowned, her face unhappy, and she turned her head.

The more she looked at Lin Zhenqi, the more interesting she looked. The smile between her brows was particularly obvious. She didn't care about her cold face at all, instead she turned in and said, "When did you get so angry? I looked a little bit. Afraid. "

Cen Simiao didn't say a word, and squeezed her lips tightly, the style of the corners of her eyebrows was revealed, and she was even more angry when she was angry. Lin Zhenqi's mouth was still talking, it seemed to be coaxing, but in fact it was anger.

She turned her head and glared at him, and the whole person looked quite charming.

Lin Zhenqi paused suddenly and looked at her suddenly, then narrowed the smile on her face, her eyes narrowed, turned her head to look directly at the road ahead, glanced at her, and raised her lips.

"I regret it and shouldn't take you out to play."

Cen Simao didn't understand why he suddenly came up with this headless word.

He heard him say, "Go to my house directly."

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, and then let the system stun you?

She didn't talk anymore, Lin Zhenqi also focused on driving the car, and suddenly there was only intense music in the car. Fortunately, it didn't take long before I reached my destination.

In a bar, the sound is noisy, and many people are drunk. The clothes on their bodies are particularly exposed, and most of them twist their bodies on the dance floor.

Cen Simiao was sitting aside, holding a glass of wine in her hand and not drinking. Lin Zhenqi was gathering with a lot of his fox friends and dog friends, talking nonsense, non-stop. Those buddies also carried women around, all looking pretty.

Some even brought two over.

Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead and was annoying. She didn't make fun of it in the past, and Lin Zhenqi also seemed to forget her. The women that the buddies brought him from time to time called him, and he was very happy.

Cen Simiao sat quietly on the side, taking out her mobile phone from time to time to take a look, there was no missed call. She frowned subconsciously, thinking about Song Boyu, not knowing what he was doing at the moment.

Should be anxious.

Censi Miao's appearance became embarrassed by Lin Zhenqi in the eyes of others, which was especially embarrassing. She could only cover it up by playing with a mobile phone. And still absent-minded, put it back at a glance at the phone, obviously like sitting on a needle.

Among the women brought by a group of friends from Lin Zhenqi was Yang Mengzi, whose looks were the most outstanding. She spoke softly and was especially flattering. She was next to Lin Zhenqi, and the two talked and laughed after a while.

Yang Meng's temperament is different from those women who were called to accompany her to play. She took a sip of wine and her red nails looked **** in the light. Raised his chin, lowered his voice to Lin Zhenqi's ear. The person who brought Yang Mengzhang was unwilling, and snorted, "You are like no woman around, what about the one you brought?"

Lin Zhenqi heard no response and blurted out: "When did I bring it?"

As soon as the words fell, he shook his head for a moment, shook his head with a smile on his lips, and his eyes did not mean half a joke: "Don't be **** bullshit, she's different from these. Be careful to hear her stare at you."

This group of buddies didn't know Cen Simiao's family background, and he didn't cover his mouth. Leng Buding heard all these words and hesitated.

Yang Meng's heart was higher than the sky, and her face was a bit ugly, thinking that Lin Zhenqi had put Cen Simiao to her heart and treated her differently from others.

This mood is particularly subtle.

Cen Simiao was hated for not remembering anything.

After a while, Yang Mengyu and Lin Zhenqi became more and more tired and crooked, and she smiled sweetly, and saw Cen Simiao went to the bathroom, her eyelashes drooped, and she followed. Two people met while washing their hands. After Cen Simiao washed her hands, she focused on holding her mobile phone and watching.

Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear: "Are you going back to the box?"

Cen Simiao raised her eyes and saw Yang Mengyu making up in the mirror, with sarcasm on her face. Cen Simiao froze for a moment, then reacted, and gently twitched the corners of her mouth, leaving her alone.

The lime is tightly packed.

When returning, Yang Mengyu, like the demonstration, first sat next to Lin Zhenqi. Cen Simiao had no response at first, but suddenly received the system task.

It is serious: "It's almost New Year's Day, and a temporary task has been launched. As long as you complete 35% of any task within the prescribed 20 minutes, you can get a super cheat."

She was curious: "What does this cheat do?"

System: "I don't know. Now the temporary task starts, and it can't be withdrawn before time."

Cen Simiao had nothing to say, looked at the progress bar, and now Lin Zhenqi was by his side. Only by brushing his favorability, he could achieve the counterattack of the original owner's life.

She stood in front of Lin Zhenqi, a few steps away from him. His eyes were heavy, and the corners of his brows were lost, but he was still silent. The clothes she wore today were curvy, with a charming look between her eyebrows, her lips clenching tightly, and she looked pathetic.

Lin Zhenqi loosened and held Yang Meng's hand, noticed Cen Simiao, chuckled, and leaned on the sofa: "Are you angry with me?"

Cen Simiao glanced at him, and then lowered his eyelashes, hearing his voice lazy: "Come here."

She moved, Yang Mengzhang had moved away from Lin Zhenqi, her face was dark and reluctant. Cen Simiao sat down, and he approached immediately, with a smile in his eyes: "Why not talk?"

Cen Smiao pursed her lips: "I want to drink milk."

Lin Zhenqi raised an eyebrow, and it really made her get a glass of milk. He teased between his eyebrows: "It's so unique to come to the bar to drink milk, who taught you?"

Cen Simiao frowned, suspecting that he was close, and reached out to push him: "You're drunk with alcohol, don't stand next to me."

He laughed angrily, but kept leaning forward to her: "What's wrong?"

Cen Simao didn't say a word, his arm was stretched out, and she hid sideways, but her hand made a conscious or unintentional stroke on his leg, and she was rather reluctant to welcome it. Lin Zhenqi went to grab her shoulder, and Cen Simiao kept shouting to let him go. The two immediately made a mess, and after a while, they started to laugh.

Lin Zhenqi teased her deliberately: "Where am I holding you, so coquettish, you tell me."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, lowered the milk, grabbed his arm, leaned forward, leaning against the tip of his nose, hooking the corner of his mouth, his voice was lazy: "Don't worry, let me tell you slowly."

Lin Zhenqi froze.

Cen Simiao's hand gradually stroked from his shoulder to the chest, Lin Zhenqi rolled his throat knot, breathing heavily, and when he was about to hold Cen Simiao, he suddenly heard the ringtone of his cell phone.

She trembled and took out her cell phone, which was called by Song Boyu.

The voice on the other side of the phone was mute: "Where are you?"

Cen Simiao leaned on Lin Zhenqi's shoulders and said casually, "Let's rest first, I have something here."

Song Boyu took a breath and said, "You don't count."

She seemed impatient and hung up.

After a while, the phone called again. Cen Simiao let the ringer ring again before answering. Somewhat indifferent: "Is there anything wrong?"

The phone said, "When will you come back?"

Cen Simiao: "I don't know yet."

Song Boyu seemed to have something to say, but Cen Simiao hung up the phone again.

She stayed with Lin Zhenqi for a while and wanted to go back. It was not easy for Song Boyu to make two phone calls to remind her.

But the system is unwilling.

The temporary task was opened for twenty minutes, and whether it could be completed or not, it would take time to finish.

Cen Simiao frowned, anxious to choke it. Never go back and force something to happen!

Lin Zhenqi noticed the change in her mood and asked, pursing her lips, "Want to leave?"

She raised her eyes, "No, I'll stay with you."

Lin Zhenqi stared at her, bent her corners, and was quite satisfied with the answer.

After a while, Cen Simiao glanced at her phone again, and Song Boyu never called again. Quite quiet. She always felt wrong.

Near the end of the twenty minutes, the cell phone suddenly rang again, and Cen Simiao was immediately connected.

Before she could talk, she sneezed over there, with a thick nasal voice: "I have a cold, it's cold and uncomfortable."

Cen Simao was about to speak, and Song Boyu hung up the phone first.

She clutched her cell phone and got up to go to the bathroom. After passing by Yang Meng, the bag in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. She bent over to pick it up. Yang Meng was unwilling to see it, but suddenly heard her lowering her voice: "If you have the ability, you can sit back while I am away."

The smile on Cen Simiao's face was particularly arrogant.

Yang Meng's chest became more and more angry, and her palms tightened. When Cen Simiao came back again, she really sat next to Lin Zhenqi again.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes. Twenty minutes had arrived. The temporary task had been completed, but how to leave Lin Zhenqi's side had to use her brain.

With an injured expression on her face, she bit her lower lip and stood at the door of the box and stared at Lin Zhenqi. He seemed to perceive it, turned his head to look around, and suddenly hesitated, but did not expect Cen Simiao to be like this.

She had a tight jaw, tears in her eyes, choked a few times, and turned and ran out.

Lin Zhenqi chased subconsciously, but was sneered by a friend next to him: "When did you start to be a saint of love?"

He froze instantly, Yang Mengyu took the opportunity to pass over, handed him a glass of wine, coquettish. Lin Zhenqi lowered his face coldly, grabbed the wine glass, and fell to the ground: "Go away."

Cen Simiao returned to the house, and did not see Song Boyu in a circle, but saw the broken milk glass on the ground. She yelled at him anxiously, without receiving a response, and suddenly heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

Hurrying to open the door in the past, Cen Simiao held it, and the water in the floor was covered. Song Poyu was sitting in the bathtub. Her clothes were still wet and her face was full of water.

And still cold water.

Just soak, can you not catch a cold? Cen Simao suddenly felt angry, looked at him, didn't say a few words, and coaxed softly: "You get up first, then take a hot bath, and you won't be able to do this again, you just have a cold."

Song Boyu leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his clothes were on his body as if he hadn't heard it, his hair was wet, and the whole man was embarrassed and messy, but there was a gloom in his brows, staring at Cen Simiao: Anymore? "

Cen Simiao put the water in the bathtub, and her clothes were wet: "You get up before you talk."

Song Boyu showed coldness on his face and came out of the bathtub. Cen Simao went to take off his clothes, but he didn't cooperate, so it was very difficult to get it.

She gritted her teeth. "You need to be angry and wait for a while before you take a bath."

Song Boyu tilted his head, his eyes darkened: "Why am I angry, what did you do?"

Cen Simiao wiped her lips.

His eyes were gradually filled with gloom, making people look scared, and his voice was cold: "Are you comfortable leaving me?"

Cen Simao didn't bother him any more, took the shower head and adjusted it to hot water at him, and then pulled open his clothes.

The button suddenly fell to the ground, Cen Simiao felt his eyes getting deeper and deeper, and kept staring at her, pursing her lips, feeling a little cold.

Her hand made a few strokes in front of Song Boyu's chest, and hot water fell on her skin. Suddenly she was caught by her arm and forced to stop.

Cen Simiao raised his eyes, and ran into his eyes full of possessiveness, which became extremely crazy.

She trembled and was immediately pressed to the ground by Song Boyu, with smooth and hard tiles. His face was just splashed with water from the shower, and the clothes on his chest were wet and attached to his skin.

Cen Simiao struggled uncomfortably, and the white mist in front of her suddenly felt a sink. Song Boyu's face appeared in front of him. He tore his clothes, and after a while, Ceng Simiao's body was exposed to the air, not touching .

She choked up the water, could not help but cough, and her cheeks became flushed. Song Boyu picked up the bath cream on her hand, squeezed it on the palm, rubbed it, and put it on her arm.

He spoke in a low voice, staring closely at Cen Simao, and slowly swiping her hand across her body, foam appeared in the palm of her hand. Cen Simiao opened her mouth slightly, her face was showered with showers, and she was struggling.

Her ankle was grabbed, Song Boyu bent her calf and slid upward, until the end, Cen Simiao suddenly arched and shouted out of control.