All The Male Leads Have Blackened

After Cen Simiao left from there, she took her hand and hurried to the clinic, afraid that Song Boyu could not wait to find it.

She couldn't even drink water, wiped the thin sweat on her head, and sat in the studio, picking up the landline phone on the table, ready to call Song Boyu.

Cen Simiao breathed a few breaths, calmed down, and dialed out. She picked it up almost immediately, and she smiled proactively, "How do you keep calling? How long did I leave?"

Song Boyu's breathing was particularly pronounced, but he did not speak.

Cen Simiao nodded for a moment, then wondered a little and called him tentatively.

There seemed to be wind blowing there, and even the sound of Song Boyu's breathing was faintly heard. Cen Simiao felt that something was wrong, if she stayed at home, it would never happen.

She stood up, her chair getting rubbed on the ground, especially harsh. Cen Simiao hung up the landline and went to the front of the window to look around. The street lights outside were already on and the light was dim.

Pedestrians in the street hurriedly, tightly wrapped in clothes, because they were too vague to see the expression on their faces. Cen Simiao found out her cell phone and called Song Boyu again, and it was soon picked up there.

Her voice sounded like a long-lasting lamp in the cold night, with warmth: "Are you coming to me?"

There was a dull "um" over there.

Cen Simao still didn't see him, she couldn't help but asked, "Where is it now?"

Suddenly I heard the car whistle, not only from the phone, but also through the window.

She frowned and stared at the outside. The lights were dim and she couldn't see anything. She was anxious, and turned off the lights in the room. It was instantly dark, but the outside was bright.

The streets were full of traffic, and the whistle began to linger, and the faint lights illuminated people's faces. Song Boyu is across the street, with a road in the middle and the red light on, and can only stand there waiting for a while.

He was very thin, and the wind was blowing the coat, but the impatience between his brows was not blown away by the wind, but his brows grew more and more tight. Lips were blanched and white, and looked a bit cold on cold winter nights.

Cen Simao was soft-hearted and stared at him for a long while, until Song Poyu stepped through the crowd, her eyes were anxious, and she went straight to her.

He held his cell phone, stuck it to his side, and frowned slightly. "I'm going to the clinic."

Cen Simiao lowered her eyes, her lips smirking, her voice soft and waxy: "Yes."

Winter nights are cold, and many people can't wait to be at home, play games with quilts, and have snacks by the way. There is nothing more comfortable in this world.

But there are always people who can let you leave these, blowing the cold wind, enduring the strangeness with the pedestrians on the street, and eagerly walk to her.

Cen Simiao spent the night with Song Boyu in the office, and the phone turned off after seeing him. When she got up early in the morning, she was confused and felt sore, and lay down at the table for a night and panicked.

Lying in Song Boyu's arms, she opened the phone and immediately jumped out a few messages, all of which Lin Zhenqi questioned her. The words were particularly fierce, as if she could not wait to scold her.

Cen Simiao frowned, not expecting that his reaction would be so great. She yawned and got up from Song Boyu's arms. He was still asleep.

Cen Smiao put on her clothes, but her skirt was always crumpled, and she couldn't even smooth it out. They were all crazy last night. She went to the outer corridor to call Lin Zhenqi, and when she rang, she hung up.

Cen Simiao was a little stunned.

Hit the past again, it is still the case, almost hung up.

She turned her hands on.

Cen Simiao didn't think about it anymore. In a few days, Lin Zhenqi had never looked for her.

Cen Simao pondered for a while and took the initiative to go to his company. The front desk stopped her. Cen Simiao called him and still hung up.

She narrowed her eyes and sent a message.

Immediately sitting on the sofa next to them, from time to time, employees passed by, seeing her staying there alone, impatient face, and grievances through her brows, they could not help but wonder.

Cen Simiao is holding a mobile phone and chatting with Song Boyu, afraid that he can't find her. In case he had a wrong nerve, he ran out of the house to find her back and forth, and it was troublesome.

Suddenly, a gentle male voice sounded in his ear: "Please drink."

Cen Simiao gave a meal, looked up to see a man, holding a bottle of drink in his hand, and presented it to her in a gesture. Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she sat in a critical position instantly, and refused with a serious expression.

This is not a joke. Lin Zhenqi was still angry at the moment. When she saw her laughing and joking with others, what might happen?

The man bent his lips and became interested. He sat on the sofa on the other side and said softly, "If you are waiting for someone, you can go to the front desk to make an appointment, otherwise it will take a long time."

Cen Simiao was particularly polite: "Thank you."

The man put the drink he was going to give her on the table, and then drank the drink in his hand, always talking to Cen Simiao.

She leaned aside and showed no interest at all. The man was talking, and suddenly his body moved, as if ready, but the drink in his hand did not hold steady, and was spilled on his body instantly, even Cen Simiao was also hit.

She frowned, restraining her urge to curse. Standing up, ready to go to the bathroom to clean, but the man took his arm, he was guilty: "I'm not good, I didn't care about spilling drinks on it, there is a shopping mall nearby, can you give me a chance to make up, Let me take you there? "

Cen Simiao was impatient. If he didn't say a word, his arm would break free, but he didn't let go and kept tangling.

Suddenly I heard the sound of high heels stepping on the ground. The front desk was painted with exquisite makeup, with a standard smile, and said to Cen Simiao, "This lady, Mr. Lin asked me to invite you to the office, please follow me. "

The man acted stiffly and looked at Cen Simao with some wonder.

In the office, Lin Zhenqi sat on a chair with her back to the door. As soon as Cen Smiao entered, she was coughed by the thick smell of smoke, and frowned: "Why do you smoke so much?"

No one answered her.

Cen Simiao looked up and saw only Lin Zhenqi's back of her head. She walked to the desk with innocent eyes in her eyes: "What's wrong? Are you still angry? It's not good for me, I shouldn't do it for work first Go, please spare me once, just once. "

Lin Zhenqi's brows froze, and when he heard that his lips were bent, he smirked. Cen Smiao pursed his lips, took the initiative to walk around the table, and came to him.

Lin Zhenqi looked up at her, her eyebrows spreading, but her eyes felt extremely cold: "What are you doing?"

The sound is a little hoarse, it should be smoking too much. Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, and then passed a trace of grievance on her face, and turned to open the window: "You said what I'm doing for so long, I haven't answered your call, and sent a lot of text messages. Ask me somehow. "

She turned and her eyes were red: "You can't bully me like that."

Lin Zhenqi listened to what she said, frowned, stared at her for a long time, and then lit a cigarette without speaking.

Cen Simao walked over again, took his arm, and shook gently: "What's wrong?"

He glanced, gripping the smoke with his fingertips, and moving his lips: "Who did you leave that night?"

Cen Simiao frowned, with doubts on her face: "What?"

Lin Zhenqi suddenly became irritable, smashing the smoke at his fingertips, almost roaring: "Who did you walk with at the bar that night!"

Cen Simiao was startled, her lips clenched, her tears falling, and she twitched softly: "I didn't. Someone asked me where there is a convenience store. I went out with him and told him where to go."

She looked up, with grievances in her eyes: "You don't believe it, you can check it."

The system really can't listen anymore. That monitoring has been wiped out by it, even if it is checked, it still works.

Lin Zhenqi's face was gloomy.

Cen Simiao was particularly grieved. After a while, she cried more and more, and couldn't cry. She looked at Lin Zhenqi: "I love you."

The tone seemed to be soaked from a lot of love for a long time, especially affectionate.

Lin Zhenqi trembled. He paused and raised his hand to hold Cen Simiao. Her depressive cry was in her ears, but she kept repeating: "I really love you, I can do anything for you, Do not get angry."

He tightened Cen Simiao tightly.

Lin Zhenqi didn't mention it again, and was particularly happy with Cen Simiao. Xu was in a good mood, and his career became smooth. The project that he couldn't talk about finally won.

She has been busy again in the past two days, and she can't afford to be with Cen Simiao, but she doesn't seem to care about it at all, and hasn't taken the initiative to find him at all.

Lin Zhenqi felt some strange feelings in his heart, but still barely suppressed.

Cen Simiao is shopping with Song Boyu. The two have been in a good relationship recently. The most obvious thing is the favorability, which has risen particularly quickly.

She chose a dress and asked Song Boyu to try it on. She sat and waited, and suddenly she glimpsed the manager, who was picking clothes for her companion.

The two were very close. They bought a suit, and Cen Simao pretended to be close, and heard the woman say, "Tomorrow when you talk about business, you should wear the one I picked, and you are not allowed to change anything else."

The manager agreed with a smile.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, watched the two of them leave, and turned back to where they were. Song Boyu had already come out of the fitting room.

The clothes fit him very well. His legs seemed to be very long, and his figure was very strong.

Cen Simiao nodded: "It looks good."

Song Boyu smiled and looked down at the clothes. After Cen Simiao settled his account, he took him to another house and bought the suit that the manager had just taken away.

Let Song Boyu replace.

Cen Smiao froze, thinking he was young and unsuitable. But when he put it on, he had a special aura, and the indifference between the eyebrows gave him an abstinence.

She held Song Boyu and was particularly satisfied: "It's so handsome."

Song Boyu coughed lightly.

It was still early, after Cen Simiao walked out of the mall with him, he pulled out his cell phone from his bag and sent a message to Lin Zhenqi, saying that she was at home now, and she missed him particularly.

Not long after, Lin Zhenqi came back and coaxed her kindly.

Cen Simiao noticed Song Boyu's dissatisfaction, and quickly took the office and got closer to him. Then ask the system, where is Lin Zhenqi now.

The system sighed and threw an address.

Cen Simiao drove straight to the past, and then led Song Boyu to turn around. He didn't complain, as long as Ceng Simiao could always be in front of him.

Cen Simiao walked a little tired, and was a little impatient, and suddenly heard the system shouting: "Hurry up! Lin Zhenqi appeared!"

She quickly looked up, looked around, and finally saw Lin Zhenqi coming out of the building, Cen Simiao frowned, grabbed Song Boyu's arm and walked not far away, letting his back to Lin Zhenqi.

There are not many people on the street and the noise is not noisy. If you calm down, you can hear several people talking quietly. Lin Zhenqi was holding her cell phone and was about to call Cen Simiao, but now I had time and wanted to accompany her.

Suddenly I heard laughter, especially sweet, especially like Cen Simiao's voice. He couldn't help but stop and looked away.

Cen Simiao was fluttering in the arms of a man, intimate manner, with a smile in his eyes, the whole person looked particularly charming.

Lin Zhenqi froze instantly, and the blood from head to toe cooled down.