All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The light in the bathroom was dim, and it seemed particularly ambiguous to fall on Cen Simiao. She was slender and almost sat on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Lin Zhenqi rushed in from outside, her heartbeat was so strong, her eyes widened, and she was panting, "What are you doing!"

As soon as his voice fell, he was about to step forward, Ceng Simiao choked and said loudly, "Don't come near, leave me alone!"

She was very emotional, trembling, and the fruit knife touched her smooth wrist, and seemed to be cut with a little force.

Lin Zhenqi quickly stopped and even took a few steps back. He almost fell on the water stain on the bathroom floor, but he couldn't take care of it. He calmed Cen Simiao in his mouth: "Okay, I won't go, you Put down the knife. "

Cen Simiao tears one after another, sobbing endlessly, looking cruel on the ground, she bit her lower lip tightly: "I don't want to love you, I really don't want to."

The tone of grief was extremely sad, and the painful emotions were suppressed and mumbled to himself.

Lin Zhenqi's heart seemed to be stung a bit, opened her mouth, and when she wanted to speak, she suddenly looked up, her eyes turned red: "You let me die, I did as you said, why are you stopping again? ? "

She didn't look over her face after speaking, it seemed a little uneasy, and the sadness in the eyebrows was suddenly brightened, and the whole person looked particularly beautiful.

Lin Zhenqi froze, and was annoyed by her remarks. She wanted to say something back, and was afraid she would be emotional and do something stupid, and pursed her lips: "Come here, put down the knife."

Cen Simiao just cried.

He said, "Why don't you listen to me?"

Cen Simiao had hazy eyes, looked up at him, sniffed, and whispered, "You know how to bully me."

She looked aggrieved and spoiled, her hair was scattered, and she was soaked in water against her white neck, which seemed particularly tempting.

But Lin Zhenqi didn't have that thought, staring at the knife she was holding, her throat moved, and she patiently coaxed, "put down the knife, listen to me, and hurry up."

He felt his heart was hanging, especially panic. Cen Simiao's hand shook, as if holding a posture for a long time, the arm lost strength, and gently swiped across the wrist.

Lin Zhenqi's blood was cold all of a sudden. After seeing that she was not injured, she panted, sitting on the ground, and her pants were wet with water. He almost lost her strength: "I'm a bastard, I said those words wrong. ,Stop it."

Cen Simiao's eyes were lowered, as if she was still wondering, without moving, the nerve in Lin Zhenqi's brain had been pulled to the extreme, and it would be broken again with force.

His voice trembled, and he suddenly raised his voice: "You hear nothing! Damn it! I let you put it down, put it down!"

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, buried her face between her knees, lowered the knife slowly, and landed on the ground to make a sound. With Lin Zhenqi's heart finally no longer hanging.

Her eyes were red: "Don't be fierce."

Lin Zhenqi felt weak all over and around him, staring at Cen Simiao for a long time, the emotions in his eyes were quite complicated, and he twitched his lips: "You have to play like this, I have to die in front of you."

Cen Simiao looked up.

After a while, a glass of hot water was added to the bedroom table. Lin Zhenqi sat on the chair, looked at the fruit knife in his hand, and looked up at the bathroom door.

Suddenly the door lock rang, Cen Simiao came out of her in her bathrobe, her cheeks were red with smoke in the bathroom, her eyes misty, and water droplets contaminated by her tail fell to the collarbone.

She glanced at Lin Zhenqi, and then lowered her head, clinging to the wall, without saying a word.

Lin Zhenqi chuckled, fingers rubbing the sleeves of his clothes, turned his head to look at the cup, and said, "Come and drink the water."

Cen Simiao didn't move, her face was a little timid.

He pursed his lips: "I know I'm scared now. Wasn't it terrible just now?"

Cen Simiao raised her head instantly, opened her mouth to explain, but Lin Zhenqi gave her a glance, and she lowered her head again.

Lin Zhenqi walked over and handed her a water glass. Cen Simao didn't look at him, her eyelashes trembled, took a few sips while holding the cup, and then choked.

She kept coughing, Lin Zhenqi patted on her back, Cen Simiao hid, and left his hand. The next second he was hugged by him, Cen Simiao exclaimed, and he was placed on the bed.

Immediately after he pulled the quilt over her, Lin Zhenqi squatted down beside the bed, stared at her for a while, sighed, turned to the bathroom to get a towel, and dried her hair.

He moved softly, but with impatience between his eyebrows: "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Cen Simao buried her chin in the quilt, and revealed a pair of eyes to look at him.

Strangely, Lin Zhenqi didn't want to go to bed this time.

After he was engaged to the original owner, he hooked up with other women. The original owner was blindfolded, and he had already sent relatives and friends wedding invitations. However, he encountered Lin Zhenqi and other people.

Perhaps the original owner was injured too deeply, Cen Simiao's counterattack in this life was to hook Lin Zhenqi into his hand, and then dump him.

The system also specifically pointed out to her that he must be made painless.

Cen Simiao sighed.

For the past few days, Cen Simiao never saw Lin Zhenqi again. Not because he didn't want to see her again, but because he was so busy that he had to call her several times a day, presumably because he was afraid she would be more attentive, and then committed suicide with a fruit knife.

Lin Zhenqi seems to be talking about a business recently. In order to prove to him that he is also capable, he gritted his teeth and worked hard.

Cen Simiao was busy with his business while he was away. There are a lot of case files in the clinic. She hasn't figured it out yet. If she doesn't hurry up, the patients won't come to her by then.

I ran to the former student Dong Dongyi and learned a lot. Later, Cen Simiao went to his house in the evening in order to avoid interruption while he was working.

The two were serious and talked about their work, plus research and discussion. Dong Yiyi felt like he was back in class and couldn't help talking about the patient he had recently taken over.

"When he was treated, he collapsed because he was left by a woman. He didn't eat for several days, his lips were dry and his eyes were dull."

"Ask him nothing, all by dripping up. It's been better these days, but I always think he's getting more and more gloomy."

Cen Si frowned, wondering what was going on, and Song Boyu appeared in front of her.

After a while, Cen Simiao went to Dong Yiyi again in the evening, and saw a car parked at the door. Some of them were familiar, looked at it more, and then rang the doorbell.

There was a patient in Dong Yiyi. He didn't leave Cen Simiao. The two stood at the door and said two words, Cen Simiao was going to go back.

As a result, Dong Yiyi quipped: "You fight so easily, it's easy to grow old. Hurry up and have a love relationship, there will never be no chasing you."

Cen Simiao's mouth ticked, with a joke in her eyebrows: "Follow me a lot, I'll bring one for you to see the other day."

As soon as the voice fell, she suddenly heard the sound of collision. She froze and raised her eyes to see the back sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was too far away and blurred.

Dong Biaoyi frowned, and sent Cen Simiao away, and came to the front of the sofa. Song Boyu's expression was as indifferent as ever, his lips tight, his eyes darkened.

Dong Yiyi narrowed his eyes and said, "The guest who just came is my classmate, and it is very beautiful."

Song Boyu looked up, his lips moved, and he leaned on the sofa with a mocking voice in his eyebrows, his voice hoarse: "I know better than you."

After waiting for a few days, Cen Simiao suddenly received a call from Dong Yiyi, saying that she should get there sooner, and she had something to ask for her help.

She rubbed her eyebrows without asking what was the matter. When I passed, I saw the car parked at the door. Cen Simiao rang the bell, but waited for a minute before the door opened.

She frowned and pressed a few more times, still motionless. Touch out the phone and call Dong Yiyi over. Shut down. Cen Simiao felt something was wrong and turned around to leave.

Suddenly she heard the door lock ring, and opened it from the inside. She turned to look at her, and suddenly felt a little stunned.

Song Boyu is standing in front of him.

He glanced at Cen Simiao, his expression indifferent: "Come in."

Cen Simao was stiff and somewhat at a loss, thinking about leaving, but looking up, she saw that Song Boyu had already walked into the house, and she didn't seem to care about her.

Cen Simiao frowned, frowned, and stepped in with her feet. Song Boyu was drinking water, holding a cup in his hand, not even looking at her.

Cen Simiao glanced around the room and did not see Dong Yiyi. She pinched her forehead hair behind her ear and asked softly, "Where is Dr. Dong?"

Song Boyu drank half a glass of water, finally stopped, looked at her, and said without emotion, "There is something going out, and I'll come back later."

She responded, and couldn't find any more words, which was really awkward. Song Boyu sat on the sofa, suddenly stood up, and walked towards Cen Simiao.

She suddenly tightened.

But he watched Song Boyu pass by and walked to the door to close the door. Cen Simiao was restless, but a bit lost for no reason at this moment.

Song Boyu sat back on the sofa again, holding a drinking glass in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

Cen Simiao stood beside, without a word of silence. The room was so quiet that she could hear the breathing of the two, and the swallowing sound of Song Boyu occasionally drinking water.

About five minutes later, Cen Simiao looked up at him, still cold, and she said, "I'm leaving first, please help tell Dr. Dong when he comes back."

Song Boyu touched the cup with his fingertips and ignored it.

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, turned and walked toward the door, raised her hand and turned the handle, but it couldn't be twisted. She frowned, preparing to see what was going on.

Suddenly I heard that the water glass was heavily on the table.

Her scalp tingled instantly.

Song Boyu was looking at her, bending the corners of her lips, her eyes were no longer simple: "We should tell the old."