All The Male Leads Have Blackened

As soon as Ji Wen's forefoot left, Cen Simao wrapped her clothes tightly, and walked into the room with a look of drowsiness. Before entering the door, she received a call.

Qiu Xiejie hurried particularly quickly.

She was extremely casual: "Ah, what are you talking about?"

Repeated over there, anxiously.

Cen Simiao pushed open the door of the room, put on slippers, and a dressing mirror showed the home clothes she was wearing. He promised Qiu Qijie to tell him the address, but he had to take her there.

Qiu Xiejie pursed his lips without saying a word.

Cen Simiao was not in a hurry, he wanted to wait slowly, let him think about it, and just a few seconds later, he nodded.

I didn't ask Cen Simiao why.

She listened to the phone and kept talking about it. She threw the phone to the bed and opened the closet. Unzipped the skirt, the skin was white and tender.

Button your underwear and look up at your phone: "I didn't hear you clearly, you say it again."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

Then the voice was obviously soft and suffocated: "It's all right, take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

Cen Simiao bent her lips.

The place I went to this time was Qiu Xiejie's hometown. He hadn't returned for a long time, and when he learned that Ji Wen had arranged the place here, his expression was a little surprised.

To evoke a ridiculous laugh, all eyes are ridiculed.

Cen Simiao looked at him, puzzled.

He said straightly, "When did Ji Wen become so stupid?"

Qiu Xiejie has no pleasant memories of his hometown, and Ji Wen picked it out subconsciously just in case. Qiu Xiejie did not hesitate and took Cen Simiao directly.

It's about money and the company, those unpleasant farts.

After arriving at the place, Cen Simiao never saw Qiu Xiejie very much. Although staying in the same hotel, his busy feet stayed on the ground every day, looking tired, like kidney deficiency.

Cen Simiao picked it up in the middle of the night and waited directly at the door of the room.

He was drunk, his steps were futile, his eyes were dull, and when he got closer, he noticed someone was there, and carefully identified: "What are you doing here?"

Cen Simiao was sitting with her back against the door frame, raising her eyes, her eyebrows were tender, and the hair on her shoulders was soft: "Why drink so much."

Qiu Xiejie's heart tickled.

She raised her arms and reached for his phone.

He frowned and stared, looking drunk with some effort. Suddenly, his heavy breathing calmed down, his jaw tightened, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Looking over at Cen Simiao.

She raised her chin, her face sly.

Qiu Xiejie smiled, and shook his head with emotion: "You really hate him for not dying."

On her mobile phone, she cried, made trouble, and hanged her, so that Ji Wen sent a picture of where he lived. Qiu Xiejie has known for a long time. Recently, he has been busy trying to find a way to meet President Qi.

So especially tired.

He looked at Cen Simiao's contentment, suddenly did not want to tell the truth, reached out and touched his hair, unconsciously bending his eyebrows.

after a few days.

Cen Simiao was busy putting on makeup, picking up her eyeliner slightly, taking a bright lipstick, and wearing a black backless cautious skirt on a cold day. As soon as I left the hotel door, it was freezing.

She followed behind Qiu Xiejie secretly.

Today is the day he meets President Qi. Cen Simiao was guarding at the door, rubbing her arms from time to time, getting very cold. People passing by looked around.

She didn't care.

I glanced at the phone for two hours.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, two people came out of the door, Qiu Jiejie was wearing a particularly spirited clothes, the person next to him was slightly fortunate, his height was a bit short, and a spectacle frame was placed on the bridge of his nose.

She narrowed her eyes and walked on high heels.

The road is very wide. At this time, there is no one at the door. President Qi walks as he talks. Suddenly he hears the sound of the heels buckle the ground.

Especially intense.

With a soft shoulder, Cen Simiao bumped into her body, her body shook, her face was still too late to panic, her arm was grasped, and she dragged her backwards.

Qiu Xiejie lowered his head, his face was somber, and his back moved to Qi, his lips moved: "Be honest."

She raised her eyebrows.

Mr. Qi froze, his eyes fell on Cen Simiao, his eyes widened instantly, his expression became subtle: "How are you here?"

Qiu Xiejie frowned, blocking her behind her, smiling nonchalantly, and looking at Mr. Qi, the desire in those eyes was not concealed.

He instantly sank his face, and then drew his lips, and said, "She came to me, frizzy every time."

Mr. Qi pursed his lips, and Ji Wen only mentioned Cen Simiao to him a few days ago, saying that the two were particularly good, and now he has changed.

Back at the hotel, Cen Simiao didn't say a word, and she was wearing Qiu Xiejie's coat, still unbearably cold. Qiu Xiejie looked at her coldly, the door opened, and he squeezed in.

Jaw strained: "What the **** are you playing with?"

Cen Simiao bent her eyes and said, "Fishing Kaizi."

He was cold, and Cen Simiao was not afraid, and took off his coat, and threw it gently, and fell into his arms. It smelled of perfume.

Qiu Jiejie's head was swollen, and he felt that he was not right.

No, Cen Smiao is so happy that the sentiment has risen so fast.

The two haven't spoken for several days. She doesn't care. Qiu Jiejie keeps her face up and ignores her at all. She is very cold. When he was about to leave, Cen Simiao took his arm and went out for life and death.

Qiu Xiejie was black, pulling her arm away from her.

But just dragged along the way, the two were still entangled.

It was already evening and it was dark. Cen Simiao stepped on her shoes, talking to Qiu Jiejie, with a smile in her eyes, and suddenly stumbled.

Qiu Xiejie firmly supported.

Looking down, the heel broke and the feet slipped out. She frowned and squatted down, but saw Qiu Xiejie bend down, holding her feet, and wiped gently.

Dress her again.

Just different levels.

He bent his lips and looked up: "It's ugly."

Cen Simiao opened her mouth, and saw him carry his body behind him, squatting halfway, with his head slightly sideways: "Come up, I'm carrying you."

She dropped her eyes and tried to slap off the heel of another shoe as flat shoes. Before she had time to move, she suddenly leaned forward and was dragged to the shoulder by Qiu Xiejie.

He whispered, "It's okay at home. Be decent when you can be decent outside. Go to the front and buy a pair of shoes to wear. I'm carrying you on this road."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips.

This place witnessed Qiu Xiejie's appearance when he was a kid. When he grew up, he came out and ventured alone, without mentioning it here. She took the initiative to pull him out this time, but did not expect such a smooth.

Lie on his shoulder, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his side. The corners are sharp, the nose is straight, the expression is especially cold, and the eyebrows are indifferent.

Cen Simiao laughed softly: "It's a scourge."

He paused and looked at her side by side, but he couldn't think of it, his ears pressed against her soft lips.

I heard her laugh and pursed her thigh with her lips.

The two were in trouble, suddenly the road was blocked, and a man stood in front of him. He raised his eyes, and the lips with a smile on his lips were immediately smoothed.

Look cold.

Cen Simiao calmed down and went along his line of sight. The man was well-dressed, shaved, listless, his eyes darkened.

Taunts and unwillingness appeared in his eyes: "Isn't this Qiu Jiejie, even when he's rich, he's still thinking about it, when he'll be back, it's rare."

Qiu Xiejie gave him a cold glance: "Get away."

The man was uneasy at first. He heard this sentence and was so annoyed that he didn't even say sour words. He directly scolded: "Your boy thinks that the man is dressed like a dog, and other people don't know what you were like? I ca n’t even eat enough. I rely on others for relief every day. ”

"Your parents are short-lived ..."

Qiu Xiejie's face was somber, he opened his mouth, his muscles were tight, and suddenly the man was hit. Cen Simiao took off his shoes and threw them over.

Give him the other one and lower his head: "What else is going on at this time? Just hit it. You don't plan to go back here to be poor. You can't beat it to death and you will lose money."

What this said is really a misconception.

The system groaned on one side, and then saw the favorability rising with their own eyes. There was a strange feeling, one of them was darker than the other.

Qiu Xiejie laughed, and his eyebrows were still cold. Cen Simiao had already jumped off his back, and saw that he was **** heavily, his eyebrows jumping.

Isn't this a good fight? If you can fight it out, don't tear it.

As a result, the man wailed a few times as soon as he fell to the ground. A few people surrounded him not far away, and hurried towards Qiu Qijie. He seems to have just gotten into a fight, and it's very cool.

There was no sign of fear, and it was as if you were not afraid of the pain when your fist fell on your body.

She understands that this place is small and most people know it. There is no reason to help others when they meet with acquaintances. Seeing more and more people around, Cen Simiao encouraged.

Qiu Xiejie is still fighting, although the corners of his mouth are broken, but others have not fallen into any good condition.

She frowned, and took advantage of the opportunity to grab, Qiu Xiejie had not recovered, thinking that who was behind him hit him, frowning and fisting.

When she saw it, she suddenly held her back: "What the **** did you pull me?"

Cen Simiao glanced at him: "Don't **** talk nonsense, run away."

More and more people came around, Qiu Xiejie frowned, looked at the people next to him, moved his chin, hugged Cen Simiao, and ran to the parking place.

Jumped into the car, the door slammed shut, the car started, and the throttle was opened.

There was no figure behind him.

Cen Simao felt backward and leaned back on the seat, her head tilted, and she couldn't help laughing, and whistleed at Qiu Jiejie: ​​"It's awesome, I just saw that you all have the same posture as them."

Qiu Xiejie's eyes were blue, his clothes were crumpled, he held the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand unbuttoned the cufflinks, pulling them up, his eyebrows flowing openly, and rare comfort.

This place seems to be a tourist area to be developed, and it is not yet perfect. This section of the road is surrounded by grasslands and no one can see it at all.

He tilted his head: "You told me to fight, who knows you later persuaded. I'm still taunting me now."

The tone was rather uneasy.

Cen Smiao narrowed her eyes, her body crooked, and she approached him: "When do you listen to me like this?"

Breathing shallowly, landed on his neck, Qiu Xiejie twisted his head uncomfortably, as if someone was tickling. Cen Simiao touched his side: "It's ugly."

He didn't say a word, and let the hand make trouble on his face.

Suddenly it slipped down, capping his throat for a while. He swallowed his throat and glanced at her: "Don't call me here."

Cen Simiao bent her eyes and nodded obediently.

Immediately, his thigh became hot.

Qiu Xiejie raised his chin, clenched the steering wheel, and turned his eyes sharply, making a turn and pressing the brakes. Gently glanced at Cen Simiao.

She smiled softly.

Suddenly, "How come to stop?"

The ears were full of warm breathing.

He looked up, smirked his lips, stretched his hands tightly and held them tight, the two were close together, and his breathing became obviously heavy. Qiu Xiejie kissed fiercely, carried her from the copilot, and pressed it on the steering wheel.

Cen Simiao sat on his thighs with both knees.

Can't even struggle.

Suddenly the skirt was tucked up and pulled directly to the collarbone, exposing a whiteness. His eyes darkened, and he became irrational.

A trace of sobriety between the eyebrows disappeared.