All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Mother Song was sitting on the sofa in the living room, her face was calm, and she was holding hot tea made by Father Song. She held it, and slammed it on the coffee table: "I want to know why you did this."

Cen Simiao was sitting opposite her, her hair was well groomed, not as messy as she was lying on the bed, and her clothes were neat and tidy. Although her charming appearance was revealed, she looked dignified and calm.

I didn't see the wanton just now.

The mother Song thought that Cen Simao was sincere for Song Boyu, and wanted to go to the house to take care of him personally, and then worked out a plan for treating him, but she did not want to take care of him in bed.

In her heart, she was not happy. Song Boyu was indifferent to others because of her illness. She had thought that Cen Simiao would touch the nails, but she didn't think so smoothly, and he treated Cen Simiao differently.

Mother Song turned pale and white for a while, frowning, barely keeping polite: "what good would you do for him?"

Cen Simao frowned, pursed her lips and said, "If he didn't mean this, I wouldn't sit here and talk to you. If it's good, it probably makes him very happy."

She did not shy away, and her tone was gentle, but Song mother was getting more and more anxious. Seeing Cen Simiao was particularly unpleasant, and her face was cold: "I think you are not suitable for treating him. Personal relationship, I want to consider substitutions. "

Cen Simiao looked up at her, but no response, nodded, bending her eyes and said, "If so, I respect your decision."

There was a little surprise in the mother's eyes, and she didn't figure out what she was thinking. He dropped his eyebrows, paused, and said what he wanted: "Tomorrow, if there is too much luggage, I can ask the driver to help."

Seemingly a kind expression, it is actually telling Cen Simiao to leave tomorrow. Moreover, Mother Song did not let her leave immediately because she did not want to bear the reputation of driving people away.

Cen Simiao didn't care. Nodded his head. As soon as he was about to answer, he heard Song mother say again: "He's emotionally unstable now, I hope you don't tell him."

Cen Simiao stared at her for a moment, then bent her eyes, and her lips moved: "Yes."

In this conversation, Mother Song had the upper hand. After all, Cen Simiao left as she said. But if you think about it, you have already said that you are leaving, and Cen Simiao's departure has nothing to do with this conversation.

Moreover, as long as the mother of Song mentions that Cen Simiao and Song Boyu were together, Cen Simiao does not give up at all and says that they are voluntary.

The mother of Song was very embarrassed.

It was already late at night, Cen Simiao got up and returned to the room, rubbing her eyebrows, and as soon as she lay on the bed, she heard the cell phone ring suddenly. She frowned subconsciously and glanced.

But they found that Song Boyu called.

Answering the call, the voice over there seemed to be hoarse just after waking up: "Are you out? I just fell asleep and suddenly heard your footsteps."

Cen Simiao froze, yawned, and was lazy. She recalled that during the day, Mother Song was standing at the door, almost on the edge of anger.

Song Boyu was not afraid at all, and his look returned to the same as before, and the desire between the eyebrows has not yet dissipated. Because Cen Simiao was particularly uncomfortable, and his stomped feet broke free, he frowned slightly, dissatisfied.

Mother Song glared at them both and rebuked, "What the **** is going on!"

Song Boyu raised his eyes, raised his brow, and said softly, "I'm preparing to kiss her. Can you come to her for something, can you come back later?"

He took it for granted that he didn't feel wrong at all. Mother Song was so anxious when she saw him. She opened her mouth to scold, but couldn't scold anything.

Until night, when Song Boyu was tired and tired beside Cen Simiao and returned to her room, the mother of Song forced her anger to find Cen Simiao.

Song Boyu's ears are very sensitive. When Cen Simiao went upstairs, she deliberately slowed her footsteps, very soft, but he was still heard. She lay down on the bed and leaned over, "Well, I'm thirsty."

Song Boyu paused and didn't speak. The two just held their phones and listened to each other's breathing.

Cen Simiao was a little sleepy and yawned several times. She was lying on the bed, her eyes could not open. Suddenly I heard him say, "I want to hold you to sleep."

She frowned, and her voice sounded pathetic, but she said nothing and said nothing. Song Boyu muttered, "Why can't you sleep together suddenly? Obviously you are very happy."

Cen Simiao rubbed her eyebrows: "Close your mouth and take a good rest."

Song Boyu pursed his lips and didn't speak anymore, but he was still unwilling to hang up, and Cen Simiao could feel his unwillingness from the sound of his breathing.

She said softly, "Go to bed, and you will see me tomorrow morning."

He muffled his voice: "When is tomorrow morning?"

Cen Simiao's tone was a little impatient: "It's endless."

He was silent.

Early in the morning the next day, Song Boyu got up from the bed and quickly went to Cen Simiao's bedroom door and knocked. The sound was lazy, and he was still awake.

He was about to push in the door, and the mother of Song downstairs didn't look good, and hurriedly called out, "Come down for breakfast first."

Song Boyu turned his head and said, "I call her down."

Then Mother Song watched as he pushed open the door and closed it. Cen Simiao was still on the bed, and the whole person was sleepy.

Song Boyu leaned over, opened the warm quilt, wrapped her slender waist, and kissed her vigorously across a thin nightdress.

Cen Simiao was still a little confused. Before long, the whole person softened into a stream of water, his eyes were lazy, his hands unconsciously caught his neck, his mouth was gasping slightly, and the flushing on his face was particularly obvious.

Song Boyu's eyes were dark and staring closely at her. It wasn't like being apart for a night, but like not seeing him for a long time. As long as I kiss, I can't help it, I feel my white skin while groping the edge of my night skirt.

Cen Simiao's body trembled slightly, and she bit her lower lip tightly, an unbearable look.

The mother of Song outside the door looked very poor. She broke away from her father and dragged her hand, raised her arms and started knocking. The mouth also said, "Breakfast is ready and you can eat."

No one responded to her.

Cen Simiao was blindfolded in the nightdress she had slid up, and could not see anything, but because of this she became more sensitive, clenching her teeth, and dare not make any sound.

Song Poyu's action was extremely fierce, and she was about to distract her. Cen Simiao lowered her voice, but because she was shaking, she couldn't say a whole sentence: "You, slow, slow down."

Song Boyu rubbed her neck, suddenly close: "I can't help it."

Immediately afterwards, Cen Simiao felt more intense movements. She squeezed his arms so hard that she could squeeze back the sound that was about to overflow.

By the end of the day, breakfast was cold. Song Boyu held Cen Simiao and washed his body, and he went to the kitchen to warm the milk himself. Some angry mother next to me, seeing this scene, could not tell what was in my heart.

He also boiled the pot and pulled up his cuffs to fry the eggs. Mother Song wanted to take over, but he said no. Song Boyu started to do things with a very serious look and was very attentive.

In addition, as soon as the range hood was turned on, the sound was loud, and Cen Simao was not found walking around with her suitcase.

She stood at the door of the kitchen for a while, didn't go up to say goodbye, pursed her lips, and walked out to the cold wind.

Song Boyu prepared the breakfast, and his eyes and eyes were unconsciously dyed with gentleness, and he took the tray to the upper floor, but opened the door without seeing Cen Simiao.

He froze and turned to see the entrance downstairs. Cen Simiao's shoes were missing.

Song Boyu pursed her lips and turned to her mother, "Did you let her go?"

Song Mother looked a little unnatural, opened her mouth, and explained softly: "She told us before that she's busy with some things these days, so let's come back to accompany you and she'll go out first. She didn't tell you ?"

Song Boyu's eyelids were down and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes. Song mother was a little worried, and yelled at him with her palm tentatively.

Suddenly he raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, making people look scared.

In the morning, she didn't even eat breakfast, and she was exhausted and exercised. Cen Simiao was weak on her two legs. She bought a pancake fruit in front of the stall and padded her belly.

The system laughed at her deserved, never seen her so ruthless, the last second was still tender and affectionate, the next second immediately packed up and left.

It has recently exchanged more information with its friends on the forum, and has also quarreled from time to time, exercising its expression skills, including ridicule.

When Ceng Simiao frowned, when she was about to speak, she heard the phone ringing, thinking that it was Song Boyu, still hesitant to pick it up, but found that it was Lin Zhenqi's number.

She refused directly.

As a result, it sounded instantly, and Cen Simiao refused to respond to the reflection, but after pressing it, it was found that Song Boyu called. She frowned, holding her cell phone and waiting for him to call again.

But nothing happened for a long time.

Even a few days later, Cen Simiao didn't get any news from Song Boyu, but Lin Zhenqi's phone call was particularly diligent.

She took it once in a while, and didn't say much. Lin Zhenqi was particularly surprised by her cold and hot attitude, unable to figure out what she was thinking.

In fact, Cen Simiao didn't think about it, just didn't care about him.

There are not many patients in the clinic, because Cen Simao did not accept a doctor for a while, so when she suddenly returned, the clinic was still deserted.

She wasn't in a hurry, she just rested for a while. The assistant also became quiet, often leaving work early, and was preparing to pack things home this day, and suddenly heard a cold voice: "Is she here?"

The assistant looked up, and Song Boyu stood in front of him, his face seemed not so good, it was gloomy, and the whole person seemed to be a little thinner than before, and it felt cold.

She froze for a moment before reflecting on what Song Boyu said. Because there was no patient in front, no appointment was needed, and the assistant politely arranged him to the consultation room.

Then she ran to find Cen Simiao, but as soon as she reached the front desk, she saw Lin Zhenqi standing there. The assistant walked over, "What's your question?"

Lin Zhenqi shook his lips, squinting at Cen Simiao's office, and said softly, "Yes, I want to invite a doctor for dinner."

The assistant frowned: "Sir, if you don't have a medical condition to consult, you can come back another day."

Lin Zhenqi frowned: "Someday? No, I came here with determination."

After all, the voice of the man on Cen Simiao's phone had not been explained.

Lin Zhenqi is just like a nerve these days. No matter what he does, Cen Simiao's soft and charming crying cavity is in her head.

I couldn't stand it, so I came here to find her. While talking to the assistant, Cen Simiao was carrying the bag out, and she looked ready to go home.

He bent his eyes: "It's not easy to meet you."

Cen Simiao's response was very dull, her eyes were lowered, and she didn't look at him much, but Lin Zhenqi seemed to show that she was pretending to be a gesture because she was embarrassed.

Cen Simiao led him to the consultation room. The assistant next to him stunned, always felt that there was something wrong. After the two went away, he suddenly remembered that Song Boyu was also there.

Cen Simiao stepped on high heels, opened the door to enter, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Lin Zhenqi looked at her slender waist, squinted her eyes, and made no effort in the past: "Yes, I think I have been nervous recently and have been thinking about you."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, her jaw tightened, and a slight embarrassment flashed between her eyebrows. She seemed to be gritting her teeth and said, "Are you intriguing me? If you don't like me from the bottom of your heart, why come here to say these things."

She was trembling with excitement, but with grievances in her eyes. Lin Zhenqi's unruly eyes converged, staring at her for a long time, and tearing the corners of her mouth: "What about you, is there no other man around you?"

Cen Simiao opened her eyes wide and turned her head particularly angry: "You get out!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhenqi laughed: "I don't."

Cen Simao turned her head to look at her, and suddenly he hugged her waist, her feet were suspended, and she sat on the table. Lin Zhenqi's hands were on both sides of her, staring close at her, her posture was particularly ambiguous: "I don't think I can fall in your hands."

Cen Smiao bit her lower lip tightly, looked up angrily, but froze, her body becoming stiff.

Song Poyu was sitting there on the sofa not far from him. He looked cold, as proud as he was when he first met, but his eyes were cold, and the rose in the vase was in his hand.