All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Mother Song held the doorknob and paused, without pushing away, and shouted Song Boyu sideways. There was still no response inside, she frowned slightly, and opened the door to enter.

The furnishings in the room were neat and tidy, and the beds were clean and empty.

Mother Song glanced around the room and found that the blankets on the floor were crumpled together, pursed her lips, and saw the brushes scattered on the table in a pile.

She used to clean up the table, and she couldn't help saying "Where did anyone go?"

The curtain suddenly moved, revealing a pair of little feet painted with red nail polish, and immediately retracted it. Mother Song was facing away from the desk and finishing the scene.

Cen Simiao's back was close to the wall, and she didn't dare to take any action. She put her hands around Song Boyu's neck, and she was particularly nervous and stared at the curtains uneasily.

Next to the transparent glass window, Cen Simao didn't dare to move, but Song Boyu was very pretentious, as fierce as she was on the bed. She bit her lower lip and resisted pleasure, but there was still a slight voice overflowing from her throat.

Song Boyu's eyes were dark and a smile appeared on her lips, and she seemed to enjoy her shy expression. Cen Smiao bit him angrily, Song Poyu frowned, her hands increased in strength, leaving a red mark on her.

Cen Simiao couldn't help taking a breath, and her voice was not loud, but she was just heard by Song Mother. Mother Song put down her paintbrush and turned her head to look at the curtains, her expression doubting.

The curtains were dark, and the material was extremely heavy. But the sound she heard just now was like a woman's voice. Mother Song frowned, stepped on high heels, and stopped again.

Cen Simao was tense, her body froze, and her face was particularly ugly. Song Boyu grabbed her earlobe, biting lightly, seeing Cen Simiao getting more and more uncomfortable, his eyelashes trembled.

Mother Song took another step closer, tentatively shouting, "Who is there?"

no respond.

She frowned, walked over and grabbed the curtains, and pulled them open, making a "beep".

The sun is particularly dazzling, refracted from the floor-to-ceiling windows into the house, and shines through every gap, nothing. Mother Song wondered, was she wrong?

Unwilling to glance at it again, still empty, no figure.

She turned around and rushed to Song Father downstairs: "Did you not say hello to the doctor before you came back? Why can't you see anyone?"

Father Song didn't know what to say downstairs. He didn't understand clearly. Mother Song went out unhappy, muttering in her mouth, "It's not worrying at all. Where did I go?"

She walked to the door, stopped, the noise of high heels disappeared suddenly, and the room was quiet. Mother Song still glanced at the curtain, still nothing. She looked suspiciously, frowned, and heard a slight movement, and her eyes widened suddenly, looking for the source.

But when she saw that the brush hadn't been set up and fell off the table, she pursed her lips, rubbed her forehead, and felt that she felt too much. Downstairs, Father Song was still talking in her mouth, but she couldn't hear anything, and quickly turned around and went out and bumped the door.

Cen Simiao's heart landed instantly.

She has been stiff, and has become weak and soft. Thanks to Song Boyu holding her, she did not fall to the ground. Two people hid behind the closet next to the curtains. The small space made them closer together, and they could hear each other's heartbeat.

Song Boyu felt her slackly relax, chuckled softly, and slapped a slap on her butt, the sound was loud. He raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyelashes, seeing Cen Simiao's anger and biting his chest fiercely.

He moved his lips and said, "Aren't you excited?"

As soon as Cen Simiao was about to scold him, she saw Song Poyu's hand slowly slide down from her waist until the touched hand became wet. He breathed heavily and reached Ceng Simiao's ear, biting her earlobe gently: "I Is that right? "

Don't look over her head.

The parents of the Song family downstairs searched every room because they couldn't wait for anyone, and did not see Song Boyu. Calling Cen Simiao, no one answered. They were anxious and could only drive to Cen Simiao's studio to find it.

Taking advantage of this vacancy, Cen Simiao quickly came out from behind the closet, hurriedly took a shower, and had to hide from the body that Song Boyu posted from time to time. His eyebrows looked as cold as usual. What can be done can hardly be overstated.

When the parents of the Song family returned, they were both packed and sitting on the sofa in the living room. Cen Simiao was far away from Song Boyu, and didn't want to touch at all.

Song Boyu's face was a bit ugly, and he looked very upstairs just now, and it was gloomy now. Mother Song lives outside these days and misses him so much. When she finally meets, she can't help but feel sour, and asks, "Where did you go, my father and I have been looking for so long."

Song Boyu set his sights on Cen Simiao and asked her what she looked like. The smile on Cen Simiao ’s lips did not change, especially politely, and she said softly, “I took him to exercise for a while, it ’s good for the body.”

Mother Song relieved, rubbing some red eyes. She is not good at getting along with Song Boyu, even if she loves him heartily, after the greeting, she has nothing to say.

She asked Cen Simiao to sit down, and then took the freshly bought vegetables to cook in the kitchen. Mother Song usually does not cook, but here is for Song Boyu.

Cen Simiao had wanted to help in the past, but found that Song's mother was not very happy. She seemed to have delayed making her son's hearty meals.

Cen Smiao knew the fun, washed the vegetables she had in her hand, and found a reason to go out.

When it was time for dinner, Cen Simiao and Song Poyu sat aside, facing the Song parents. She concentrated on eating, and occasionally she would say something to her when she talked to her.

Song Boyu didn't even look at her, and she had the same attitude as when she first met, very cold. Cen Simiao reached out to chop vegetables, and chopsticks reached into the air. Mother Song was especially enthusiastic and pushed a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs towards her.

Cen Simiao gave a smile, thanking her with a smile on her lips. She was preparing to clamp a piece, and suddenly Song Boyu clipped the tender fish into her dishes.

His voice was low: "You love this."

Cen Simiao's eyelashes fluttered, her head bowed, and she ate the fish in the bowl. Song Boyu looked at her side by side, her eyes were quite gentle.

The mother Song who was sitting opposite her face was stiff and looked at them both, her face darkened.

The thoughts of a meal, Cen Simiao still lived here today, and moved out the day after tomorrow. This was discussed with the parents of the Song family, but Song Boyu is still unclear.

The system has been particularly busy lately, saying that it was preparing for the last temporary task cheat. It has reported the successful result of the challenge, and waited for cheat to it.

Cen Simiao was curious: "What's so useful?"

The system frankly said, "How do I know."

She has nothing to say.

Cen Simiao tried to call Lin Zhenqi over the phone, but she never picked it up. She pondered for a long time and dialed again.

After ringing for a long time this time, when I thought that it was going to break automatically, a slight sound came out of the phone.

Cen Simiao frowned: "Are you listening?"

There was no sound there for a long time. She didn't know what Lin Zhenqi was doing. She frowned, shouted his name again, and suddenly heard a heavy gasp.

Cen Simiao froze and glanced at the phone, which was indeed Lin Zhenqi's phone. She didn't speak any more, but the gasping voice there was more indulgent.

Lin Zhenqi was holding her mobile phone, and the girl lying around was quite good at serving people, but the expression on her face was innocent. He rolled his throat, glanced at the busy girl, and then rushed to the phone: "Why not talk?"

His mute voice, coupled with a heavy gasp, no one knew what was going on. Cen Simao tightened her jaw, but pretended to pull out the task bar: "I'm afraid you think I'm annoying."

She has a charming voice and deliberate softness. She is even more attractive than the girls around Lin Zhenqi. He clenched his cell phone, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped.

Cen Simiao said: "I said I didn't like you last time, did you take it seriously?"

Lin Zhenqi could not hear what she was talking about. Cen Simiao's tone gradually became aggrieved, and even brought a crying voice, people could not help but want to bully.

He grabbed the girl around him, his hand strength was particularly strong, and the girl did not dare to yell, but could only bite her lower lip in pain.

Cen Smiao hesitated a few times, and when Lin Zhenqi was about to reach the strongest, he hung up the phone instantly.

He hadn't responded yet, his soft voice suddenly disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the mobile phone before realizing that he had hung up. The mood suddenly dropped from the highest point, no matter how the girl tossed, he felt unhappy.

What's the meaning of cool, irritable, the fire in my chest is even more prosperous.

He wanted to call Cen Simiao again, and that was what he did, but Ceng Simiao had already shut down.

Lin Zhenqi gritted her teeth and suddenly wanted to curse.

Cen Simao ignored him and didn't plan to find him any more. He stayed in the room to prepare his clothes. I'm leaving here tomorrow. I haven't thought about telling Song Boyu.

She opened the closet and folded the clothes inside on the bed. The suitcase had not been taken out. Suddenly he heard the door ringing, looked up, and Song Boyu walked in from outside, looking upset.

Cen Simiao lowered her head and continued to stack her clothes: "How come?"

He squeezed his lips tightly and walked over: "Why don't you go to me and still avoid me?"

Cen Simao did not answer, ticked the corner of his mouth, let him sit on the bed, and said, "Help me stack my clothes."

Song Boyu's jaw tightened: "No help."

She gestured and raised her head: "Then why would you help me?"

Cen Simao leaned down slightly, and the snow on his chest was exposed, letting him look around. Song Boyu reached out and touched, but was avoided by Cen Simao. He frowned even deeper.

Cen Simiao fell on the bed with a slight smile, her body looked soft and soft, her waist was particularly thin, her legs were stretched out, her white ankles were exposed, and the clothes she held in her hands fell to her feet.

She glanced at her and stepped on Song Boyu's chest, which was about to come over: "Help me pick it up."

Song Boyu's eyes were dark and he felt that Bai Nen's foot was stepping lightly on his chest, his throat knot rolled, and he slowly crouched down. That foot also slid down with his movement, and lowered his clothes in his hands.

When I lifted my eyes, I saw that Bai Nen's foot dangled slightly under the light, which was quite hooking. He was stupefied, holding the foot, especially nostalgic.

Suddenly the door opened with a bang, and a sharp voice sounded, "What are you doing!"

Song Mother's face was somber that she couldn't believe the scene in front of her.