All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Without the sound of knocking on the door, the room was quiet for a while, and Cen Smiao realized that she was nervous and even breathing quickly.

Lin Zhenqi next to her took her hand, glanced at the bedroom door, ridiculed in her eyes, and dragged Cen Simiao downstairs with an ugly expression on her face.

Ceng Simiao's footsteps suddenly struck, and the sound of shoes on the ground was particularly abrupt. She frowned and broke away from Lin Zhenqi, glanced at him, then turned and walked to the bedroom door.

Lin Zhenqi's face became gloomy for a moment, and he snorted. The next time he did this kind of unsatisfactory effort, he would be a fool to do something affectionate.

He was about to leave with a cold face, and heard Cen Simiao's voice sounded, calm and cold: "I never said I would stay with you. I thought I could cure you, but now I can do nothing."

"The next time I meet, I hope you have recovered."

The voice dropped, there was no response inside, and the room was quiet again.

Cen Simiao stood for a few seconds, then turned towards Lin Zhenqi. She wore high heels and stepped on the floor, her voice was particularly obvious.

Lin Zhenqi was pulled by her arms and turned to look at her, Mei Yu still unhappy. Cen Simiao bit her lower lip, a little wronged, and shook him.

Lin Zhenqi pulled at the corners of her lips and looked at her. Cen Simiao's body was full of charm, and it was particularly tempting to look at the eyes.

He stooped to hold Cen Simiao, then hugged him horizontally. Cen Simao was unprepared, and suddenly volleyed under her feet, and whispered softly.

Lin Zhenqi's lips were bent, her voice was smiling, and she seemed to raise her voice on purpose: "Go, I'm holding you away from here."

Talking about scratching the itchy meat on her waist, Cen Simiao bit her lower lip and didn't laugh.

The two went out like this. Even if they didn't see it, they could guess what it was like.

Seeing Cen Simiao's departure, Song's mother calmed down and calmed Song Boyu in the room. "There are many good girls, you always like them. Her heart is not with you, and staying is useless."

The inside was quiet, and crashed into the door like crazy just now, becoming two extremes. Mother Song frowned and patted the door: "Bo Yu?"

no respond.

She suddenly began to worry, and the sound of the door rushing became urgent, shouting at it, "Don't scare me, what's wrong?"

Father Song, who was standing on the other side, pulled her apart and opened the door with the key in his hand. The key had just entered, and before it had time to turn, he heard the sound of something broken inside.

Pushing the door in a hurry, Song Boyu held the house and smashed it to the ground with fierce eyes, dark eyes, and depressed depression making people panic.

As if changing people.

Somehow the mother Song took a step back, feeling a little flustered.

It was just fine outside, but it was a bit cold. Cen Simiao was held by Lin Zhenqi to the front passenger seat, and then he closed the door. Cen Simiao shrank a bit, and the whole person looked very poor.

The anger in Lin Zhenqi's heart had not yet dissipated, and she glanced at her without saying anything. Originally I wanted her to explain what was going on with Song Boyu, but the words she said in front of the bedroom just now were obviously talking about Song Boyu's unrequited love.

Lin Zhenqi always felt wrong, but couldn't say it.

The two had nothing to say. After sending Cen Simiao home, Lin Zhenqi was leaving. She opened the door, and the cold wind outside came in instantly, pursed her lips, and looked up at Lin Zhenqi.

He frowned. "Don't leave, what are you doing?"

Cen Simiao stared at him, his jaw tightened, and after a while his eyes became red, his face was grieved, his eyelashes trembled, and tears fell to his cheeks.

Lin Zhenqi took a breath, her throat tightened, and raised her hand to touch her, but Cen Simiao had already turned and got out of the car, and walked quickly to the house.

He saw Cen Simiao's side face, biting her lower lip tightly, suppressing sadness, and tears came out of her eyes.

Lin Zhenqi froze, inexplicably a little irritable, and wanted to open the door, but retracted his hand. Repeated several times, actually stopped for more than 20 minutes in front of the house.

The next day, Cen Simiao stayed at home, had a good meal, and played on the Internet with her mobile phone. When she slept at night, no one called her.

She yawned and glanced at Lin Zhenqi's circle of friends. It was the latest two days, and I was drinking with a bunch of friends, and the girl next to me laughed particularly well.

Cen Simao raised her eyebrow and looked at the chick carefully. She felt particularly familiar. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered the woman who drank together last time.

He is quite comfortable.

Cen Simiao put the phone down and didn't think about it again. She waited patiently for several days, but still couldn't wait for Lin Zhenqi to call.

She took the initiative.

It took a while to pick it up there, and the voice was lazy and exhausted, and I wondered where the romantic went: "Is something wrong?"

Cen Simiao said with a hum, and quickly said, "No."

Lin Zhenqi was impatient: "Then why are you looking for me?"

She took a sip of the coffee from the table and said nothing. There was a pause there, and it seemed to be a snoring: "I missed me, then come and play tomorrow."

Cen Simiao hung up the phone.

Sure enough, Lin Zhenqi still had a rude feeling for her, and felt that she was dishonest and very resistant.

Cen Simiao has now returned to her heart clinic and lives daily in a step-by-step manner. Since returning from the Song family that day, there has been no news of Song Boyu for a long time.

She asked the system and didn't ask anything. It happened that there were many things in the clinic recently. Cen Simiao was particularly busy. The assistant took a lot of medical records for her to see.

Cen Simiao was worried and panicked. If you encounter something that is not so important, you can fool the past, but some are particularly critical and cannot be sloppy.

I was looking for help from the system, but it turned out to be very real.

She had no choice but to go to her former classmate Dong Yiyi for advice. He now also opened a family mental clinic, one of the best in the city.

Dong Yiyi is generous and speaks very well, but jokingly said that she has regressed, and these are actually still asking him to ask.

When Cen Simiao came out of his clinic, it was already afternoon. She was standing at the parking space, holding the key in her hand and preparing to open the door.

Suddenly heard the whistle, she did not raise her eyes and leaned to the side. I felt a car parked to my side. He turned to sit in the driver's seat, but saw a person getting out of the car next to him.

The man rushed to the back door and raised his hand to open it, but heard a male voice inside: "Wait."

The emotions are particularly gloomy.

The man made a move and did not continue.

Cen Simiao was seated in the car and heard it when she was about to close the door. She felt the sound familiar but couldn't remember it.

After dropping the window and glancing at the car, she still didn't remember it, then started the engine to prepare to dump the car and left within a moment.

The man standing next to him tentatively shouted into the car without responding.

Inside the car was a woman in her forties. She was dressed plainly and behaved especially well. She was holding a fruit knife in her hand to cut an apple. She looked at Song Boyu, pursed her lips, and said, "Let him eat the apple first, Go to the clinic. "

The outside people answered.

The woman respectfully handed the cut apple to Song Boyu. He sat there, but didn't pick it up, suddenly turned his head and stared at the fruit knife in the woman's hand.

Song Boyu narrowed his eyes.

That night, Cen Simiao was dressed up at home and went to the bar to find Lin Zhenqi.

After arriving there, nothing really happened. She has been sitting beside him, watching Lin Zhenqi get tired with other little girls. Cen Simiao had to show a look of laughter.

And from time to time, a little girl mocked her. Cen Simiao didn't say a word, raised her eyes and stared at Lin Zhenqi. He looked like he hadn't seen it before.

She dropped her head, and after a while there were tears on her cheeks, a grievance showing through her eyebrows, and she suddenly stood up to Lin Zhenqi and choked, "What do you want me to do?"

Lin Zhenqi's gesture of drinking was like hearing funny words and twitching his lips: "How about I want you, what the **** do you want me to kill you?"

Cen Simao watched him for a long time and turned away without a word.

Lin Zhenqi's chest was panicked, her face was particularly ugly, and she yelled at the chick who came near him: "What are you doing next to me?

Drinking buddies saw him like this, and laughed: "What the **** do you have in your heart to spit others? You have run off people, and you are not comfortable?"

Lin Zhenqi glanced at him, and suddenly heard the people around him whispering: "Oh, I see that girl just now is a dead heart, wouldn't I really listen to you?"

Lin Zhenqi's face suddenly changed.

It wasn't too late now, Cen Simiao was home and was lying in bed, feeling really tired. I turned my hands off and slept soundly.

No one could find her during this period.

When he woke up, the room was dark, and Cen Simiao was dizzy and turned on the light. As soon as he passed, he heard the doorbell ring.

She frowned, who came here in the evening. Without leaving, he continued to lie on the bed.

But the doorbell kept ringing, Cen Simiao covered her quilt on her head, and wanted to close her eyes to continue to sleep, but she was noisy.

She turned over and touched the mobile phone on the nightstand. Just opened it and found more than a dozen messages.

Lin Zhenqi sent it.

Ask her where she is.

The tone changed from cold to impatience, and the last message was already anxious.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, just closed the news, and suddenly Lin Zhenqi called. She raised her brow, and her voice was a little hoarse, and when she was about to speak, she heard anger over there: "Come down and open the door."

After a meal, she twitched the corners of her mouth without saying a word. Lin Zhenqi heard only the sound of shallow breathing, and he became increasingly irritable.

"speak!"

Cen Simiao felt that he was inexplicable, and when he moved his mouth, he heard it again: "Don't you **** do anything stupid, who really died will collect your body."

She froze for a while, then realized what Lin Zhenqi was talking about, and then her eyes fluttered, tears fell, and she cried a few times.

Lin Zhenqi was suddenly flustered, and what she was about to say was hung up. He rushed over again and was already off.

Looking up at the lighted bedroom, Lin Zhenqi was particularly anxious, clenching her lips, going to the trunk to take out the golf club, smashing his teeth and hitting the glass in the living room.

Cen Smiao was so shocked that she was drinking water in her bedroom, and she coughed.

She opened the corner of the curtain and looked down, and quickly dropped the glass, rushed to the kitchen, took a fruit knife, and ran to the bedroom bathroom.

Close the door.

The shower head turned on, and the ground suddenly became wet. She made herself especially embarrassed, and put her clothes on her body. The whole person looked pitiful.

Pick up the knife and hang it on your wrist.

With a sudden slam, the door was opened, and she turned to look at her with red eyes.