All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Lin Zhenqi almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and even his eyes were blurry.

He kept staring at the manager's suit, and in his mind gradually wore clothes that coincided with the man Cen Simiao was holding that day.

He stood still, his heart sank, he jumped faster and faster, and panicked. But the look on his face was chill, and he could not see it at all.

The manager was about to sit down, dragged the chair out, and looked up to see Lin Zhenqi's expression, frowned, and asked softly, "How is Lin still dissatisfied with the contract?"

Lin Zhenqi stared at him, his eyes dark and cold.

Signing the contract, not only the manager's attention, Cen Simiao also remembered. Near noon, Cen Simiao was preparing to go home in the clinic. She glanced at the time and frowned.

Today is the day Lin Zhenqi signs the contract. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be here early.

Still nothing happened.

Cen Simiao put down her bag and waited a little longer. Until Song Boyu called and urged, his tone was vaguely anxious. Cen Smiao rubbed her eyebrows and did not grind any more.

As soon as I stepped out, I accidentally glanced at the figure on the steps and turned his back on her. She was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but her necktie was loose.

When the cold wind blew, the man's alcohol was particularly heavy. He squeezed the bottle and poured his head into his mouth.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, pretending not to see it, and continued to walk forward, stepping on the ground with high heels, making a crisp sound.

The man's back trembled, tightening the wine bottle, tightening his jaw, turning his head to look at Cen Simiao, just facing the sun, he could not open his eyes.

Lin Zhenqi's throat tightened and she wanted to speak to her, but she couldn't make a sound.

He watched Cen Simiao open the door and was about to sit in and leave. Suddenly she made a move and looked up at Lin Zhenqi here.

Their eyes collided.

When the door was closed, Cen Simiao walked back to the clinic. She stopped in front of Lin Zhenqi, glanced at him, and then went inside.

Lin Zhenqi pursed his lips white, feeling that his heart seemed to be choked. He stood up, drank his wine, and was stunned, like stepping on cotton.

He stumbled, and Cen Simiao in front of him walked as if he didn't notice it. She went into the office and took the glass and poured water.

Cen Simiao bent over, and she wore a work skirt to outline the curve, especially the waist was extremely thin, her thighs were slender, and her skirt was full.

It all fell into Lin Zhenqi's eyes.

Cen Simao turned around and handed him the watered glass. Lin Zhenqi didn't pick it up, and she looked up: "Drink some hot hydrolysis and hangover."

Lin Zhenqi still did not respond, just stared straight at her.

Cen Simiao lowered her eyebrows and was about to retract her hands. Suddenly, the back of her hands became hot and was firmly held by Lin Zhenqi.

She struggled, hot water splashed out of the cup, and fell on her hands. The hot skin became red. Cen Simao's hands became loose. The water cup immediately fell to the ground and became broken glass.

Both of them were stunned. After Cen Simiao reacted, her eyes turned red, and a few tears fell. She tried to break away Lin Zhenqi, and seemed to choke: "What on earth do you want!"

Lin Zhenqi was stunned. After a while, he looked at Cen Simao. He had a terrible headache, and his voice was dumb: "Why do you do this?"

He didn't point it out, but Cen Simiao clearly knew what he was talking about. She looked up, with tears in her eyes, and a strong disguise on her face: "We've all divided up, and what are you talking about?"

Lin Zhenqi was irritated by her words and said sharply, "How could we possibly divide if it wasn't for your toss? Why did you do that!"

He gripped Cen Simiao's shoulder in excitement.

Cen Simiao felt particularly painful, and her tears flowed even more. She choked and said, "Yes, I'm stupid, I'm my own affection!"

She turned to look elsewhere and continued: "This business is different from before. You have to prove your strength like home, so that they can rest assured to give you the company."

"And those who own the shares are staring at you. If the business fails, you will have a lot of trouble later."

Cen Simiao's voice trembled, and she cried without speaking, almost unable to breathe.

Lin Zhenqi knew that she was telling the truth, but her nerves were tightened to the extreme by her stimulation, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't need you! I won't sign the contract!"

Cen Simiao looked up instantly, her eyes calmed down, and her brows frowned. He still clenched her shoulders, trying to break free, but it was useless.

She said, "My shoulder hurts. You let go first."

Lin Zhenqi didn't hear it.

Cen Simiao stared at him: "I still have bruises on my neck. Will you hurt my shoulder?"

With a silk scarf around her neck, she could hide the traces of being pinched, and staying with Song Poyu at night could only let the system open a golden finger and not let him detect it.

When Lin Zhenqi heard his words loose, Cen Simiao rubbed her shoulders and said with an open eye, "If you don't sign this business, your father won't agree."

"Everything is talked about, and I just need to sign it. You regret it here, and the manager is not easy to explain to the company. He is important, but it is important that he needs to pass the company copy to the company.

"The last step has been reached, which shows that the company also wants to sign a contract. Even if you give the manager a cold face, he will never give up signing a contract because of this."

Lin Zhenqi pursed her lips tightly, stayed still, and suddenly there was a hint of irony in her brows. He looked up and set his sight on Cen Simiao.

"You really think of everything."

He had a strange tone and then said, "Did I even think about breaking up with you?"

Cen Simao looked up at him with a embarrassment flashing on his face, clenched his palms, and tears fell again: "What are you still doing here, hurry up."

She began to push Lin Zhenqi outwards. He kept motionless, staring at her, suddenly hugging her Cen Simiao, her chin resting on her shoulder socket, her voice softened, helplessness never before.

"Will we be together again? I was wrong, and you forgive me."

He heard Cen Simiao answer in a crying voice: "It's late."

Lin Zhenqi was sore by the tip of her nose that she said was so uncomfortable, she said, "It's not too late, not too late."

Cen Simao shook her head.

When the two were separated, it was already around eight in the evening. Cen Simiao's attitude towards Lin Zhenqi was particularly cold, and there was no intention of reconciliation. Lin Zhenqi didn't care at all and asked her warmly.

When returning home, Song Boyu's face was already very difficult to read, and held her mobile phone to ask her: "What time is it, how much is your time off from work?"

Cen Simiao gave a cough and flung him in his arms, but Song Boyu pushed her away, calmly, "Why come back so late?"

She edited the reason: "When I was going to get off work, a patient suddenly came over, so it was delayed."

Song Boyu looked at her for a moment, her brows moved, and she said, "What about you?"

Cen Simiao froze.

I heard him say, "Are you the kind of person who is willing to delay work for business? Can you find a credible person?"

Cen Simiao glanced at him and felt that something was really wrong. He said, "I used to live in your house in order to heal you, and I was still taking care of you. Why can't I stop work because of the patient?"

Song Boyu raised an eyebrow, watching her reasoningly struggling, pulling her to the bathroom to wash her hands, the faucet opened, and the water flowed to the fingers.

He said, "That's because you didn't settle down and hit my mind."

Cen Simao didn't hold the soap, fell into the water basin, looked up at Song Boyu, he looked at him calmly, put the soap back in the box, and then rubbed her hands, the foam poured from the fingertips.

She moved her lips: "You, have you read any books?"

Like a person, how did the boy who didn't understand anything suddenly become this picture.

Song Boyu turned his head, looked at her and said, "Why, don't you see me?"

His eyes were deep, and with a hint of threat, his brow raised.

Cen Simiao cleared her throat: "No."

Song Boyu was satisfied. He didn't ask Cen Simiao why he came back late and sat with her at the table for dinner.

The system shuddered, watching the news coming from it, it was a big loophole. I can actually restore my memory, I just want to finish it!

It looked tremblingly at the remedy and, after reading a sentence, stared in disbelief.

When eating, Cen Simiao felt that she had been taken care of, not even using chopsticks. She took a spoon and drank the soup, but Song Boyu glanced.

Cen Simiao frowned: "I'm not unable to eat by myself."

Song Boyu took the dish to her lips and glanced at her: "When are you going to be unable to eat by yourself?"

Cen Simiao has nothing to say.

After eating, Song Boyu packed up the chopsticks in the sink, squeezed the detergent to clean it, and rubbed the foam in the palm.

Cen Simiao held the apple in her hand, ate on the side, looked away, and looked at Song Boyu.

Her voice was soft: "Why did you suddenly change so much?"

The faucet sounded very loud. Song Boyu didn't hear clearly, stopped his hand, and turned his head to the side: "What did you say?"

Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes and raised the corners of her mouth: "I said, I bought a nightgown yesterday, do you want to watch?"

Song Boyu turned on the faucet, flushed the foam on his hands, turned his back to her, and said nothing. Cen Simao raised her brows and bit the last bite of apple flesh into the trash.

She went to Song Boyu to wash her hands and pushed him with her shoulder: "You move over there, it's too crowded."

Song Boyu grabbed her hand and washed it under the tap. Cen Simao did not struggle, and the hot water he turned on was not cold at all.

She felt that Song Boyu's fingertips were in Capricorn, slowly moving up, past her white wrists, and then the slippery touch disappeared, touching her sleeves.

Song Boyu's eyes were dark, and the water in his fingers wet the sleeves. He came to Cen Simiao's neck again, stroked it gently, bent the corners of his lips, and bit his lips.

With his hands slowly moving down, Cen Simiao's shirt was wet, became transparent, and clung to the skin. She became short of breath, and gasping into Song Boyu's ears.

He stared at Cen Simiao, turned off the faucet, and said softly, "You are more attractive than wearing pajamas."

As soon as the voice fell, Cen Simiao's clothes were torn apart, and the shirt buttons fell to the ground, revealing a whiteness. Song Boyu held her on the table, a little cold, and Cen Simiao couldn't help shaking.

Immediately surrounded by the warm breath of Song Boyu, she raised her head, and could not help but overflow with the voice of hooking people.

He heard Song Boyu's mute voice in his ear: "We are about to prepare for the wedding."

She was frustrated at all about talking.

Most of the month passed, and it was getting colder and harder, and the snow was also diligent. Just two days ago, heavy snow had fallen, and the snow on the ground had not melted yet.

Lin Zhenqi took the cell phone and kept sending a message to Cen Simiao, but she didn't get a response. He went to the clinic later, but he hasn't seen anyone. She seems to be particularly busy lately.

He frowned, dared not go to her house, for fear of annoying her. These days he picked a diamond ring and wanted to propose to Cen Simiao. But no one can find it now.

Lin Zhenqi was so upset that he took out his diamond ring and glanced at it. Suddenly the bedroom door knocked, and he looked up, his voice indifferent: "Who, come in."

The door opened, and a friend standing outside was Lin Zhenqi impatient: "What's the matter?"

The friend's gaze fell on the diamond ring he was holding, raising his eyebrows, and shaking the invitation in his hand: "An invitation from a friend on the business field of my parents, my daughter will have a wedding in a few days."

Lin Zhenqi frowned: "What's the matter with me, hurry up."

A friend threw the invitation to him, and Lin Zhenqi would throw it away, but he heard: "Of course it has something to do with you, acquaintance."

Lin Zhenqi pursed her lips, opened it impatiently, and glanced casually, but she stopped breathing, her head buzzing.