All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Lin Zhenqi stared at the bronzing font on the invitation, without blinking for a long time, and suddenly didn't know the word on the invitation for a moment. He shivered and hadn't returned yet, but felt that his hands and feet were cold.

The friend was still leaning on the door frame, looking at Lin Zhenqi's appearance, couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, and said to him, "Can you be a little bit prosperous, or you'll get down on this.

There was no response, and the room was quiet. Lin Zhenqi seemed to be settled, stiffened, motionless, except that his face became increasingly ugly.

The friend frowned. He knew that Lin Zhenqi had sincerely moved this time, and I'm afraid the injuries could not be lightened. A few days ago, a group of buddies gathered at the bar. Lin Zhenqi couldn't survive, saying that there was something busy.

They all thought it was the company's business, so they didn't persuade it. When the drink came out in the middle of the night, a group of buddies wanted to go to Lin Zhenqi's office building and call him for amusement.

The driver was driving. They were groggy, sitting in the car full of alcohol, and the smell of the smell in the car was very short. Can't help but open the window.

The cold wind from outside suddenly blew in, and they shuddered coldly, suddenly seeing Lin Zhenqi's back on the street opposite him, he was squatting and piled up the snow on the ground.

Next to him was a piled snowman's body, his gloves seemed to be torn, and he threw them aside, his hands flushed with red.

The buddies were so shocked that their eyes were about to fall to the ground. The driver stopped the car and walked over to look.

Lin Zhenqi stood up suddenly, sighing towards the palm of his hand, and suddenly a layer of white mist in the sky. He reached out his cell phone and wanted to call, but he looked hesitant.

Finally, open WeChat, and after a while, send a voice message.

He pursed his lips, as if nervous, holding his phone, his voice trembled, but his tone was especially gentle, like a warm stove in winter.

"Can you look at the snowman's face and meet me?"

Lin Zhenqi frowned slightly, his face was exhausted, but his eyes became more and more affectionate. He pulled his lips: "I really miss you."

He never got a response.

After this time, my friends knew that Lin Zhenqi had planted it, and never wanted to be happy in his life. He looked to Lin Zhenqi: "If you are not happy, then ..."

Suddenly Lin Zhenqi stared at him, his eyes were dark, his body was dead and his voice was hoarse: "You **** nonsense."

The friend froze, frowned, trying to scold him soberly, but still put up with it: "The invitation is clearly written, you can take a closer look."

Immediately after the words fell, Lin Zhenqi stood up, slippers were not on, and barefooted on the ground, his eyes frosty.

He tore up the invitation and went straight out. The friend panicked and saw that he was in the wrong state and quickly reached out to stop. But Lin Zhenqi shoved away, and he rushed out like crazy.

I drove to the clinic to find Cen Simiao, but I did n’t see anyone. The assistant was polite and polite: "She is going to get married. Recently I was busy decorating the wedding room. Today I am going to buy furniture at Fengli Mall. You can come back tomorrow. . "

After Lin Zhenqi heard this sentence, his original gloomy face seemed to be covered with a mist, his eyes stared straight, making people panic when they looked at him, and the assistant's palms were sweating, so that his legs were not soft. .

Fengli shopping mall is very big, people come and go, it is very difficult to find people.

Cen Simiao is holding Song Boyu's hand and turning around. The large and small furniture in the home have been selected, and there are still no desks left.

She looked at a simple white-lacquered desk, put it in the study room, with a soft bay window curtain, and a bright red rose embellishment in the vase, which should be good.

But Song Boyu did not agree with life and death, and kept pulling Cen Simiao to go elsewhere.

She was wearing high heels, and although she was used to it, she was not too tired, but she couldn't help tossing back and forth.

In addition, Song Boyu looks at dark desks, which are completely different from Cen Simao's thinking.

She began to get impatient, stood in a small place, and began to reason: "That color doesn't match the study decoration at all, why do you choose that table?"

Song Boyu's brow moved and she looked at her: "Well worth it."

Cen Simiao felt a headache and was about to continue to explain. He suddenly got closer, his warm breath fell to his ear, and he bit his earlobe gently.

Cen Simao was unprepared and shivered, and quickly pushed him away.

Song Boyu smiled with great satisfaction. He stared at Cen Simiao, his eyes were deep, and his fingertips were ambiguous, Capricorn earlobe: "You lie on a dark desk, and I take off your clothes one by one, and my skin looks fairer. Bend your legs ... "

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes: "Does the white desk make my skin look white?"

When Song Bo Yu paused, the joke between the eyebrows disappeared and he uttered a sentence: "White."

The two settled on the white desk.

When preparing to go home, Cen Simiao called out the system and asked Song Boyu what was going on.

As a result, the system was in support for most of the day, and finally hurried, shouting: "You finish your task, ask what to do?"

Cen Simiao froze: "Are you in love? You have such a bad temper."

The system is particularly annoying, being criticized every day, can it be happy? Recently, Song Boyu remembered everything that happened in the world before, and was shocked.

The system has been struggling to ask how to look at the host, and the strategy is returned to the strategy, but to this extent, it is already a huge loophole.

Moreover, it was revealed above that these worlds are used to hone the mind by experiencing various misery for Song Boyu.

The more uncomfortable he is, the higher his attainment. But now Song Boyu remembers everything, no matter what he experiences, he will not be as painful as before.

There is no need to carry on this task.

It was discussed above that after this mission was over, Cen Simiao was sent back, and there was no need to go to another world.

But no formal decision has been made yet.

I really want to do this, the system is particularly wronged, it has worked so hard for so long, in order to evaluate the title, get the year-end award, but it seems to be a disaster.

The system's mood was low: "No love affair, but you are ready to go back someday."

Cen Smiao Lengbuding heard these words, stepped a step, stopped there and did not move forward. Song Poyu next to it realized that something was wrong, frowned slightly, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

She froze for a moment, looked up at Song Boyu, suddenly pulled the corners of her lips, with a smile on her face, and said, "Probably silly."

Cen Simiao's face was abnormal just now, and she could not see it at all.

Song Boyu pursed his lips and chuckled, "What about you?"

She lifted her eyes and held Song Boyu's collar. He leaned obediently, Cen Simiao rubbed his hair, kissed his face, and said softly: "I've been lying to you all the time."

Her eyes showed affection without knowing it.

Song Boyu froze for a moment, then bent his eyes.

In the car not far away, Lin Zhenqi stared at the scene in front of her eyes, her lips turned white, her eyes were dead.

He moved his head, leaned his head back, his head hurt, and he was chaotic and thoughtless.

I just felt that my heart was about to explode.

Touched out the phone and saw Cen Simiao's number in the call log. She called it more than 20 times a day and never picked it up.

With a mockery in his eyebrows, he dialed out again. There was a few beeps on the phone, Lin Zhenqi waited to hang up automatically, but suddenly he heard: "Is there something wrong?"

Quite calm.

He frowned and looked up to the front. Cen Simiao stood alone, while Song Boyu was walking inside the mall.

She was holding a mobile phone with no emotion on her face, and it seemed like two people when she was next to Song Boyu.

Lin Zhenqi looked dark, staring at her, his voice hoarse: "How are you these days?"

On the phone: "I'm fine. I'll call you later if I'm fine. I'm a bit busy."

He grinned, rubbed his nose, and lowered his eyelids: "I'm not at all good, I miss you every day."

After a pause there, he said, "I said it last time, we can't go back. Take care."

Lin Zhenqi pursed her lips: "You don't love me anymore?"

He heard the phone saying, "I'm getting married."

The call hangs up.

Lin Zhenqi saw Song Boyu coming out of the mall, holding a drink in her hand, unscrewing the bottle cap, and handing it to Cen Simiao, she instantly frowned and became especially pretty.

He stared for a while, until Song Boyu and Cen Simiao left, and looked away, took a cigarette in his mouth, and the smell of smoke filled the car.

There was a smile on Lin Zhenqi's lips, her eyelashes trembled, and her orbits gradually became moist, but her expression became particularly gloomy.

After a month, the sky was still cold as usual, and it was so cold that it shivered even when walking thick in the street. Cen Simiao was finally no longer busy, and her wedding date with Song Boyu was over.

There were a lot of guests, and their parents greeted with smiles on both sides.

Lin Zhenqi stayed in the corner, holding the wine glass and pouring. A friend next to me met and lowered his voice: "What are you doing, I know you are not happy, but what if you drink so many things?"

Lin Zhenqi was like he hadn't heard. Before, the spirit between the eyebrows was gone, but more gloomy. My friend was anxious: "Anyway, today is the day they get married. You can't hit the scene ..."

After finishing his words, he was taken aback by Lin Zhenqi's cold eyes.

The friend sighed and regretted bringing him over.

Suddenly Lin Zhenqi looked at a place, and a few little girls were there, wearing bridesmaids, and his eyes were straight.

friend:? ? ?

The room behind the bridesmaids was a dressing room. Cen Simiao was preparing there. There was something outside just now, and she called out the people in the room, leaving her alone.

She just got her makeup done, and she stood up to put on her wedding dress.

There is a full-length mirror in front, Cen Simiao smoothes the layer of gauze on the skirt, bends slightly, and loosens the undressed wedding dress, revealing a whiteness.

She pulled the zipper up hard, and suddenly heard the door rang, remembering that she didn't lock the door, and frowned: "Who?"

The door opened, and Lin Zhenqi stood there, seeing Cen Simiao's wedding dress, her eyes darkened, and the jealousy among the eyebrows was particularly obvious.

Cen Simiao frowned, taking a few steps back: "What are you doing here, I didn't ask you."

Lin Zhenqi's jaw tightened, his lips twitched, and his voice was hoarse: "I suddenly remembered that at the beginning I said I wanted to sleep with you, but I didn't sleep until I broke up."

He pursed his lips: "Sorry always wants to make up."