All The Male Leads Have Blackened

A Bentley parked in front of the restaurant.

The steward waited by his side. He was old, his eyebrows were white, and he looked at the glass door of the restaurant from time to time. Occasionally a few people came out, he didn't care.

Not long after, Cen Simiao was about to come out of it. He hurried up, holding his coat in his hand, and put it on her body which was only wearing a thin skirt.

Cen Simiao thanked respectfully. Then he turned around, with a smile on his face. The man next to her blind date was a gentleman in particular. He wanted to take the initiative to open the door for her, but all the housekeepers did it for him.

The man retracted his outstretched arm, hid the embarrassment just now, and smiled and said, "I'm very happy to be with you. I don't know if I have any chance in the future?"

Cen Simiao looked up, smiled lightly on her lips, and said nothing. The man stumbled for a moment, and after reacting, he coughed unnaturally.

He seemed a little embarrassed, stopped talking, his jaw tightened, and left Cen Simiao.

Cen Simao nodded and sat in the car. After seeing his car leaving the window, he squeezed his brows. The driver had started the engine and she pursed her lips. "Stop first."

Cen Simiao got out of the car and felt the cold wind for a moment, but felt much better. She leaned against the door and looked down at her nails made in the morning.

The steward frowned, and put her coat on her, but her old face was still full of energy: "However, you feel uncomfortable, I go back and tell my husband ..."

Cen Simiao shook her head: "It's okay, let's get along and try it out."

The tone of her speech was particularly casual. She could not see the joy in her eyebrows, but was dull.

The steward almost watched her grow up, where she couldn't see that she was wrong. Cen Simiao had a car accident the year before and was unconscious. She woke up in the first half of the year and recovered quickly.

But she was always cyanotic, and when she was shouted, she frowned and looked very upset.

Cen Simiao's parents felt that she was not adapting to the environment after recovering, and wanted to be offered psychological counseling to her.

Then began rounds of blind dates. Cen Simiao took the initiative to ask for it. I saw three a day, and it was almost a month.

The young talents introduced by Cen Simiao's parents to her are all from their circle. Everyone knows a little bit of wind and grass.

Besides, Cen Simiao is now spreading the young men who have succeeded in the unmarried career in this circle.

Where can I hide it.

Most of the men who come for a blind date are fun, and want to see what Cen Simiao looks like, so anxious to marry out. As soon as they met, they froze.

Even so good-looking, even a blind date.

After accepting the joke, I came up with the usual set of pick-ups, but the result was not as good as Cen Simiao's performance, which always makes you feel good.

Men who have been dating Cen Simiao will inevitably meet in a circle, although it is a little embarrassing, the most is not convinced.

They all felt that they did not lose to others, and Cen Simiao looked satisfied at the time, but went to see the next one.

These people really breathed a sigh of relief, and said that they had to chase Cen Simiao, and did not forget to contact her every day, but there was a lot of water in the heart.

The steward was trying to persuade Cen Simiao to sit on the car, and when she heard the phone rang, she took out a glance and a message.

[The man who went on a blind date with Miss Cen just went to the bar. 】

The steward looked solemnly and solemnly said to Cen Simiao: "You can't get along, he usually likes to play, but he's still frightening. He just thought he had a good impression on you. But now go The bar is up. "

Cen Simiao said "um" and said nothing. She could clearly feel that she was in the wrong state.

Use blind dates as a strategy battlefield, at a glance, see what the other party wants, and then follow the show to easily gain favor.

Ever since she came back, the world she has experienced in her mind has been annoying.

In the imaginary world, she can pamper herself to love for a while. But not now, she will never see that person again, so she cannot continue.

Every time she remembered what happened before, she was particularly uncomfortable and emotional. After finally calming down, my head started to hurt.

Cen Simiao's blind date is mainly to find someone who can bring her out of those worlds. But every time I will subconsciously Raiders, never at all.

But if you don't, things will get worse.

Suddenly I heard footsteps, calm and steady, as if getting closer. Cen Simiao looked away from her hand and looked up.

A man thinner than her, with only a shirt on her upper body and two buttons scattered, revealing her throat and clavicle. There were no wrinkles in the pants.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, relying on the two long legs, and she could see the strong muscles, and she only wore a pair of single pants.

The man noticed Cen Simiao's gaze, stood still, and turned to look at it. Cen Simiao didn't dodge, and looked generously.

He glanced at himself, then a smile on his lips, and sighed, "Can I ask something?"

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows.

He continued, his voice down: "When did I owe you money to make you stare at me like that?"

Cen Simiao retracted her gaze and frowned. His eyes flickered slightly, and he moved his lips, preparing to speak, and suddenly saw Cen Simao raising his head, his expression was cold, and his voice was lazy: "Is there smoke?"

He reached up into his pants pocket, felt a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter, and threw it at her.

A whole package, unopened. Cen Simiao squeezed one out, but the housekeeper frowned to stop it. She had pinched her lips and the lighter lit.

The smell of smoke was blown to the tip of the nose by the wind, arousing a heart addiction. Cen Simiao was more cheerful, and suddenly heard a dumb voice: "Give me one, don't patronize yourself."

Cen Simiao threw the cigarette back, and he frowned, "One will do."

Cen Simiao paused, glanced at him, and smiled. Put out the smoke and get back to the car: "Return your whole bag the other day."

The man pursed his lips, his eyes changed, and his lips seemed to smile: "Where do I go to find you?"

Cen Simiao was generous: "I've been here for a blind date recently. I won't come tomorrow, and I will definitely come the day after tomorrow."

When the car drove away, the man's eyebrows were cold, his face was somber, his lips moved, and he snorted, "I have been here for a blind date recently, and you really are not idle.

If he did not agree to the above conditions before coming, he must let Cen Simiao recognize him actively, so that he could not be forced to be with him.

If you violate the rules, go back anytime.

Otherwise he can't wait to clean up Cen Simiao now.

After several days in a row, Cen Simiao did not go on a blind date. The main reason is that the parents are not used to her, and feel that the situation is not good, so they must see a psychologist.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and held the pack of cigarettes for a while, and was still very upset. The parents didn't know about her smoking, but the steward kept it for her, but would never help buy cigarettes.

This bag is exhausted.

She tore up the cigarette case and tossed it in a trash can, wrapping her cigarette butts in paper. The psychiatrist had seen it, and Cen Simiao had not resisted, and she expressed her emotions.

The psychiatrist is very professional, and the treatment method is not much different from Cen Simiao's self-degeneration.

Letting Cen Simiao's parents continue to introduce her to her can at least ease her occasional anxiety. Cen Simiao was really messy these two days. She smoked fiercely.

In the evening, Cen Simiao was a smoker and wanted to go out to buy, but her parents have been locked in the house recently. She went straight out of the wall.

When she was about to climb up, she suddenly heard movement over there, and raised her eyebrows with a glance. A man turned down from the wall with a sharp hand.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and prepared to shout. The man looked up, and she paused, only to find the person who gave up the cigarette that day: "How are you here?"

The man frowned, glanced at her, and whispered, "How come here."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and looked up at the wall. There should be a kitchen over there. The person was messy. She turned to the other side to get out.

The man stood upright, glanced at her, and said softly, "I'm the newly recruited chef. I'm about to go to dinner. I want to go out a little urgently, but I'm too far away from the gate. "

Cen Simiao looked at his overalls and said, "Is there a smoke?"

The clothes she wore were particularly gentle, and the whole person was very charming, not at all like someone who could do the work of turning over the wall. The cloak had been stained with gray, evoking a thin layer of silk.

The man touched his pocket subconsciously, and suddenly stopped, frowning and asking her, "Don't you ask me what's my name?"

Cen Simiao smiled politely, "What's your name?"

He pursed his lips, and the whole man looked particularly sullen. She was so angry that she threw the cigarettes away and turned away. As a result, there was no movement behind him. He turned to look at it, and Cen Simiao was removing cigarettes.

He gritted his teeth, "Gu Shumu."

Cen Simiao looked up and nodded, bending her eyes, "Hello."

The sky was getting darker and colder, Cen Simiao went back to the room, took a few cigarettes, and felt more comfortable, opened the window to smell the smoke.

Take a change of clothes and go to the bath.

Cen Simiao's mother knocked on the door. She didn't hear the response for a long time. She pushed in the door and saw the window open. She quickly closed it: "What window should I open on a cold day, what should I do if I get cold?"

There was a sound of water in the bathroom. The mother knew that she was inside, and said to the door, "Hurry up, the person your dad said is coming. He is very good. You should be satisfied this time."

Cen Simao responded unhurriedly.

In the kitchen, Gu Shumu prepared all the dishes and was drinking water to rest. When he came down this time, he was arranged to be the chef, and he had already been recruited to Cen Simiao's house.

He had wanted to meet Cen Simiao better, but he had no idea, and hadn't seen him for a few days. She went over the wall deliberately to find her.

Gu Shumu remembered her expression and couldn't help worrying. Suddenly someone touched his arm and the water spilled out. The man quickly apologized, his voice was a little cold: "It's all right."

The man was in a hurry, annoyed and said, "It's all because I paniced, but fortunately I didn't shame when I served."

Gu Shumu didn't care.

Hearing again: "Today, Mr. invited guests to introduce her to Ms. Cen, maybe she will be the son-in-law of the family, so be careful."

Gu Shumu frowned: "What did you say?"