All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The hotel room was dimly lit.

The door closed slightly, and the sound of the lock came into the ear. Xu Shi hadn't closed the window, and a cool wind poured in. Cen Simiao leaned against the wall and pulled her hair behind her ear.

The person in front of him had been drinking, his eyes were red, and there was a drunken seedling. His mouth was vaguely cursed. Looking at Cen Simiao, his eyes were full of anger.

She heard the name mixed with the words.

Qiu Jiejie.

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled and she meditated again. Concealing the emotion in his eyes, he took a few steps forward, picked up the red wine bottle, and poured it into the goblet he was holding.

Quietly advised: "Stop drinking."

Ji Wen looked at her gentle appearance and drank harder, vomiting bitter water.

She pursed her lips and glanced at the time. At twelve in the morning. He looked at him again, and his eyes were a little dim, and the words in his mouth were cursed, becoming incoherent.

Cen Simiao continued to pour wine.

Twenty minutes passed.

She bent down and went to see the person lying on the coffee table, snorted with alcohol, and whispered in her ear: "Wake up."

In response to her was snoring.

Cen Simiao stood upright, and instantly changed her expression on her face, looking at him with her eyes down, and squinting at the environment in the house, and went to the balcony with her mobile phone.

The sound of high heels is particularly loud in a quiet room.

She turned to her side, her forehead hair scattered again.

The call was connected, and the voice inside was so energetic that we could not detect fatigue.

Cen Smiao narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue, her tone was extremely embarrassed: "Hello, this is Song Luo Porcelain."

"Anything?" His voice was low.

She couldn't help holding the phone closer to her ear: "Yes, I'm going out to do something, but now I can't find the car when I go back, can you trouble me to pick me up."

He added: "Ji Wen's phone is off and I can't find him."

Squinted in the house, picked up the phone on the ground, set mute, and turned off.

There was no voice on the phone yet, she said softly: "Can you hear me?"

Qiu Xiejie is working from home, wearing a home suit and a coffee cup next to it, which has been consumed three times. It was freshly brewed at the moment and it was a little hot.

Taking a sip, I didn't want to answer the phone, but I was afraid it was a business issue.

He narrowed his eyes, was a little impatient, and was rather unbelieving at the words on the phone.

Alienation: "You can download a ride-hailing software."

She didn't answer: "I'm sorry to wait for you to pick me up."

Then reported the address and hung up the phone. Qiu Xiejie stared at the mobile phone, frowning frantically, and very irritable. After thinking about it, he called the driver directly, and before he called, he hung up.

Holding the car key, he went out unhappyly.

Ji Wen and Qiu Qiejie are university classmates, and they started a business together. The two have suffered a lot, and it can be said that they have deep feelings. But in the end, we can share our troubles, we cannot share our blessings.

Ji Wen sometimes did not agree with Qiu Xiejie's conception, but in the end it proved that Qiu Xiejie was right. He felt guilty, and slowly he felt disoriented, thinking that there was no place for him to show his talents.

It was just superbly hidden and was not found, except to vent in front of the original owner.

He has been in love with the original owner for two years, but he has never touched it, because when he first met, Ji Wen met a boss of a large company and inadvertently showed his goodwill to the original owner.

He has since moved his mind.

Later, taking the opportunity, he directly sent the original owner to the man's bed, got a big list, and defeated Qiu Xiejie.

Cen Simiao glanced at Ji Wen who was drunk in the past.

Did not hold back, kicked hard.

The original owner and Qiu Xiejie have never been in contact, they are the first time to call. Cen Simiao arranged her clothes in the mirror, added makeup, and spread her hair.

After a while, the phone rang.

She stepped down the stairs on high heels, and the door closed slightly to block the snoring sounds.

The car was parked at the entrance of the hotel, the lights were on, Cen Simiao's skirt was blown up, her slender neck was covered with broken hair, her eyebrows were cold, and the buttons of the shirt were tied from the second.

The whole man looked cold and serious.

Qiu Xiejie yawned and suddenly was a little sleepy.

The door opened, and the cold wind instantly poured into the warm car. He was wearing a thin shirt with his cuffs still pulled up. It was a little cold, and he said, "Close the door."

Before the words fell, I heard the sound of touching the door.

She didn't close her mouth and took a scent of perfume. Not sweet but strong enough to make him frown directly. Without saying a word, start the car directly.

Cen Simiao first thanked him, "Thanks to you today, it is really troublesome."

Qiu Xiejie glanced at her.

She didn't seem to notice the alienation inside, and still said to herself: "Thank you very much, I owe this kindness, and I'll invite you to dinner someday."

Suddenly he held the steering wheel with one hand, grabbed the phone with one hand, swiped across the screen, and put it in front of her after a while.

Cen Simiao glanced.

WeChat payment QR code.

He looked at the road ahead, and the car drove extremely securely with a cold voice: "Sweeping two hundred is enough. This is a toll. There is no need to be human."

Cen Simiao dropped her eyelashes and swept over the past two thousand.

Qiu Xiejie raised an eyebrow at her.

She frowned: "And the money to buy you dinner is in it."

Hearing a smirk, Cen Simiao turned to look at him, Qiu Jiejie just opened his mouth, a word popped up, and suddenly saw her expression, more alienated than him.

After a pause, he frowned.

Cen Simiao was sitting in the co-pilot, holding a bag in his hand, looking straight ahead, without saying a word, but the whole person exuded a sense of pride.

His eyes moved, and he felt a little more than two hundred.

The car drove for a while and suddenly calmed down, Qiu Xiejie frowned: "Where do you live?"

Cen Smiao bowed her phone, he asked again, but still didn't get a response. A little angry, he ran over to see her in the middle of the night, how could he beg for help instead. Suddenly I heard the sound of navigation.

She set her phone aside: "Just follow the navigation."

Then he turned his head and did not look at him again.

Qiu Xiejie pressed his tongue against his teeth, his brow moved, his sleepiness dissipated a lot, it was really energetic. Staring at the road ahead, a song was released.

The sound suddenly exploded in a small space, and the intense musical sound filled the eardrums, and the rhythm was extremely fast.

Cen Simiao frowned and glanced at him. Qiu Xiejie was knocking on the steering wheel with his fingers, and he was quite comfortable. She pursed her lips and bumped into his eyes.

Qiu Xiejie frowned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, seemingly brought by music, and was very relaxed at this moment: "Have you heard?"

She shook her head: "No, I usually don't listen to these."

Hearing her response, and not piercing people vertically, Qiu Xiejie was a bit surprised, and asked, "Whose song do you listen to?"

Cen Simiao bent her eyes: "I don't listen to songs, I listen to storytelling online."

He turned his head: "What book?"

"Gold | Bottle | Mei."

Qiu Xiejie frowned instantly, and looked at her several times, seeing Cen Simiao's expression on the face was more serious, her eyebrows were still indifferent as before, and she could not see any hint.

It seemed like he was thinking.

Qiu Xiejie didn't talk anymore, and now he was completely sleepless, driving tightly. Cen Simiao's face did not change color, especially generous.

As the car drove into the community, Qiu Xiejie suddenly heard: "Do you know why I went out?"

He pursed his lips and frowned, unconsciously trying to say something about him, but by the mouth he became: "Why?"

Cen Simao turned his head, he subconsciously looked away, staring at the front, and heard that she seemed to have gathered together, and it happened that a song was finished, and the sound of breathing in the ear was particularly clear.

"I want to give him a green hat."

He turned his head violently and touched the tip of Cen Simao's nose. The two were close together, and the emotions in his eyes were exposed. Ke Cen Simiao's eyes were still very cold, and what he said just now seemed like an illusion.

Qiu Xiejie pursed her lips tightly and stared at her with a mocking tone: "You are really hard at work." He was about to push her further away, but Cen Simiao had already sat back.

She frowned and glanced in front of her: "You have gone the wrong way, not this one."

As expected, the car stalled.

Qiu Xiejie lifted his eyes, leaned his arm against the window, with the ridiculous irony on his lips, and his throat moved: "Get out of the car."

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows and turned to look at him without saying anything. She opened the door and got out of the car without forgetting to thank him.

The car had just started and suddenly saw her turn back again, shouting that she had forgotten to take the bag. Also placed on the front passenger seat. Qiu Xiejie pursed her lips and tried to open the window and threw it to her, but now a car came, reversing, stuck in the middle.

He felt tired and crooked, opened the door, cold wind poured into the collar, and his body was suddenly full of cold. A few steps passed, carrying her with a bag.

Cen Simao didn't answer, and walked forward to him, staring at his eyes, Qiu Xiejie's brows grew more and more fierce. Leng Buding was dragged by her collar, Qiu Xiejie was not prepared to stay close to her.

The original indifferent look suddenly became eyebrows and charming, and the light flowed.

Qiu Xiejie froze.

She lowered her head, leaned closer to his throat, warmed her breath, and said softly, "I'm kidding, don't take it seriously."

Immediately looking at him with the corner of his lip, his hand was released, Qiu Xiejie immediately straightened his back, eased his mind, his face was particularly ugly. Cen Simiao has turned.

The lights were behind, and she was walking in front, her waist was extremely slender, her heels were crisp and her posture was very attractive.

Qiu Xiejie went to his pocket to smoke, squeezed a pinch in his mouth, and lighted it with a lighter, but was blown out several times.