All The Male Leads Have Blackened

At two o'clock in the morning, the neon lights turned on, at the corner next to the hotel entrance.

The lights were dim, and no one noticed them. The people passing by were in a hurry, or they were driving in a luxury car, holding their soft waist, and rushing to the hotel.

Either look tired and drag the suitcase.

The flame of the "——click" lighted up, flickering. The smoke was sucked into the lungs, and then spit it out slowly. The fingers holding the smoke were long and white.

The woman pinned her curly hair behind her ears and lowered her eyes carefully to finish the cigarette.

The mind is messy. It has been three days since I came here before the data of this world is completely transmitted. Cen Simiao pulled out her phone and a text message was displayed on it.

Sender: Brother.

The original owner of this world is a golden lady, and she has always been smooth and well-characterized. The original owner ’s father loved her so much, but as soon as the original owner ’s mother died, a woman was brought in.

Also comes with a son who is older than the original owner.

According to the original owner's father, it was biological. At first, in order to marry the original owner's mother, the woman who had previously fallen in love was abandoned. I did not expect to have a son, but later felt guilty, so I brought it into the house.

If you do n’t have a permit or a wedding, you live at home.

No matter how good the original owner ’s character was, he could n’t stand this. He changed his ways for a few days. The original owner ’s father coaxed him from the beginning, but later he became impatient.

The cheap brother entered the door, and the original owner looked a little embarrassed at first glance. After a while, the cheap brother talked, and led the original owner to play, and he really had a little bit to learn.

The original owner had some ideas in his heart.

But you can't show it, you can't bite your teeth. But who can't see it, it's her scum acting.

In fact, this brother has nothing to do with the original owner's father. Except for the original owner, everyone else is clear, but the woman had a snot and a tear at the time, saying that it was not easy for her to say that she had raised a child with him.

The original father's father has always been the old idea, and even if he has a lot of money, he doesn't have a son around, and he can't lift his head when he returns to his hometown. Helpless the original mother could not give birth, he did not dare to find another woman.

When the original mother's mother died, he wanted to find someone else to live, but he was powerless.

He was worrying, and someone came to the door, not knowing anything at all.

Cen Simiao took a deep breath of cigarettes and thought, and wanted to say a thousand words, did Qi Qi come to his house?

This cheap brother's abacus is also very loud. The original owner will definitely get a legacy in the future. If she can get her done, the legacy will definitely be his.

When Cen Simiao first saw this place, she was particularly wondering, wouldn't it be okay to marry the original owner directly, revealing her identity and telling the truth.

As a result, he was face-scrapped by the system's information.

Someone has a sweetheart and is rolling sheets in the hotel.

It just fools the original owner.

It's been an hour since I received the message. Cen Smiao squinted her eyes and called the phone a little, but no one answered for a long time.

Wait for it to hang up and call again.

Repeatedly and tirelessly several times.

Finally he answered the phone there, his voice was hoarse, and he held back his breath: "I'm not busy, why did I call?"

Cen Simiao's tone is not good: "What are you doing?"

There was a stun, there was usually gentle, why was the tone so rushing: "I'm with the client."

She said, "Brother, is there anyone around you?"

Gu Yu subconsciously looked at the person who had unbuttoned most of the buttons on the bed, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were bewildered, and his eyes became deep.

Cen Simiao didn't mean to hang up.

Gu Yu couldn't help but talk more when she saw her: "Xi Chen, I'm very busy here, don't say ..."

Before he finished speaking, the other end of the phone was more impatient than him: "I know you're busy, but I didn't ask you to chat with me. It's annoying, hang up."

"——Mutter."

Gu Yu looked baffled.

Cen Simiao put the phone back, paused, and took it out again. Looking at the time above, I stared at the pedestrians who came and went for a while, with a moment of confusion in my eyes.

The smoke at the fingertips was about to burn out, the soot fell, and it almost burned to the back of the hand.

It was too early for her to kill her cigarette butts.

Pick another one.

The system suddenly said, "You have been a bit addicted to cigarettes recently."

Cen Simiao said "um", closed her eyes, and played with a lighter.

After waiting a moment, the roar of deafness suddenly sounded, the sound of the engine became louder and louder, passing by on the ground, "squeaked", the tire stopped.

Cen Simiao opened her eyes immediately.

A person riding on a locomotive, wearing a helmet and wearing a locomotive suit, blue and white, and much whiter. Especially dazzling at night.

He stepped on the ground with one shoe, and his other leg stepped down, wrapped in tight motorcycle clothes, looking straight and slender. When I stopped the car, I threw the gloves, and my knuckles were clear.

Taking off the helmet, the light at the hotel door just hit him, and the light was white. The hair was messy, and just a gust of wind blew past it, and a black hair was blown back.

He stretched out his hand to smooth it, Xu had stiff hair, there were still a few sticks, he frowned, and was impatient.

Stepping on the steps a few feet, cursing: "Fuck."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and walked out of the corner with a half-smoke of cigarettes. She was extremely **** in dress and had a heel of eight centimeters.

She smoked and walked over: "Brother, can you borrow a fire?"

An Zeru is a typical person who is not as good as his name, and has an arrogant attitude. He has been beaten by his father since he was a child. He is not like the An family, but he is swaying and showing his inheritance.

Just hit it, just don't change it.

He was annoyed at the moment, tangled with two dull hairs above his head, combed with his hands, and when he heard someone talk, he didn't even look at it: "Let ’s come together and see if I am busy."

Cen Simiao approached, stepping on the ground with high heels, very crisp.

An Zeru turned her head impatiently, and for a moment, she saw the smoke between her fingertips, burning, smearing her lips with big red lipstick, holding it gently and taking a sip.

He glanced: "Aren't you sucking, what lighter do you want?"

Cen Simiao dropped her eyes, choked the cigarette, and then stretched the cigarette in front of him. Her fingers were slender, her nails painted purple, and her fairness seemed tempting.

Her tone was lazy and casual: "It's gone."

An Zeru snorted from his nose, taunting the corners of his eyebrows, felt the lighter from his pocket, threw it, and drew an arc from the air.

Cen Simiao caught it firmly and lit the cigarette again.

She lifted her eyes and prepared to throw them away. The dead hair on An Zeru's head was finally smoothed, his frowning eyebrows were also loosened, and his eyebrows flowed openly.

Cen Simiao called him: "Hey."

He turned back, the lighter threw it at him, reached out a hand to catch it, and rolled back his pants pockets. An Zeru's mood improved, and she did not bother to see her at the moment, and looked again.

Quite nice.

Blowing a whistle: "Why don't you go home and smoke here?"

Cen Simiao bowed her head, her eyelashes trembled, and her bent neck looked pale and delicate under the light, but she was extremely **** and showed a hint of wildness.

She took a puff of cigarettes: "Why don't you go home, the child came out so late?"

An Zeru raised her eyebrows and drew her mouth away, her original interest faded, she touched the lighter from her pocket, and then she smoked for a long time.

"Fuck." The pants were too tight to plug a lighter.

Cen Simiao took out the cigarette case, clipped one, took a few steps forward, and stretched out his arm. An Zeru glanced, stretched her palm, waiting for her to throw it over.

Cen Simiao took a few more steps, stood beside him, and looked at the palm of his hand. The blood is ruddy, palms are clear, and the skin is tender and tender. Really good life, no worries.

Put it on, the movement is extremely fast, the fingertip seems to inadvertently stroke the palm.

An Zeru felt itchy, frowned, looked down, wondering, and raised her eyes to see the arrogance of her brows, and the smile on her lips.

She didn't say it herself, she did it on purpose.

He taunted: "Sister, how old are you, and you come out to make me young and young."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes: "What do you have to think about, what about being younger than me? I haven't looked good yet."

An Zeru was speechless, choked his cigarette in his mouth, took a lighter, took a deep breath, and then frowned, particularly disgusted: "You smoke, too young."

Cen Smiao froze slightly, a little dazzling.

He heard him say, "Not addictive."

She pursed her lips. "Thinking about it? How about staying with me to do things."

An Zeru was smoking a cigarette, stopped abruptly, coughed a few times, his jaw was tightened, and his posture was guarded: "I just **** you with a cigarette and wanted to sell me?"

Cen Simiao looked down.

"Catch with me | I'll go." She raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips, and looked at the hotel door.

An Zeru suddenly widened his eyes, came to the spirit, took a sip of the cigarette, and put his tongue against his teeth: "Look, your life is exciting."