All The Male Leads Have Blackened

At night, the street lights are dim and a little bit colder than during the day. Occasionally pedestrians passing by on the road have been wrapped in down jackets and have a hurry.

Cen Simiao was wearing Qin Zhongmo's coat, her head down, and she was standing downstairs. There was a thin sweater inside him, and the wind penetrated directly through the neckline. The corners of his eyebrows were still stained with anger and his expression was cold.

"Let's go back."

The sense of alienation is particularly strong.

Cen Simiao looked up, he looked away and looked away, anyway, he did not look at Cen Simiao anyway. When I was in the hotel just now, Qin Zhongmo lowered her eyes, raised her arms, and trembled. Cen Simiao's eyes turned red, and she looked pitiful.

He touched Cen Simiao's cheek, his emotions were complicated, and Cen Simiao went forward, but Qin Zhongmo turned around, picked up the clothes on the ground, and threw it to her.

Cen Simiao muttered and heard: "Put on your clothes and I will take you back."

This attitude makes her a little hesitant.

On the way home, Qin Zhongmo didn't say a word, he took good care of her, and couldn't see what he thought in his heart. Unlike when she moved last time, she had a clear attitude and wanted to keep her distance.

But this kind of waiting and alienation is not a joke.

Cen Simao hesitated to go upstairs, and suddenly raised his eyes, Qin Zhongmo stood in place, with his head slightly lowered, a trace of tiredness flowing from his eyebrows, the wind at night was too cold, and the thin sweater could be seen sturdy Back.

Cen Simiao moved in his heart and rushed to hug him.

The clothes were cold, and his face shrank suddenly against his chest, then he tightened tighter. His body was stiff and he struggled a few times, Cen Simiao's voice was anxious: "Don't push me away."

After a while, Qin Zhongmo's voice sounded, "Do you want me to freeze here?"

Cen Simiao shuddered and looked up timidly: "Then you follow me upstairs."

He dropped his eyes and sneered, and his eyes became uncontrollable. He pushed Cen Simiao away and yawned. Seeing that she still did not leave, he went directly to pick up the coat she was wearing and draped it over herself.

"Two or three words coaxed me to make up with you. It's not that cheap."

Cen Smiao clenched her arms coldly, and suddenly shrank her body. Qin Zhongmo was just like a person now.

He grabbed Cen Simiao's bag, took the cell phone from it, and handed it to her again, Ceng Simiao stared at the screen, dumbfounded.

The balance is zero, all transferred to Qin Zhongmo.

He seemed to smile: "It's a long-term relationship, the password hasn't been changed for so many years. You just wore my clothes and made me frozen here. The money was used to offset it."

Cen Simiao took a nap, not knowing whether it was cold or angry, and clenched her teeth: "You **** go by yourself, I'm not waiting."

Then turned around and trot into the building.

Qin Zhongmo froze for a moment, looking at her back without thinking, her lips opened and closed, her eyes helpless, and her lips pursed: "No conscience."

Cen Simiao now eats Qin Zhongmo's heart, she is too cold, and the corridor is dim. It happens that the lights on this floor are broken, and she strode up the stairs. Her high-heeled shoes were uncomfortable, and she was so annoyed that when she heard footsteps behind her, she frowned alertly, trying to hide aside first.

Leng Buding Cen Simiao was hugged around her waist, and with thin clothing, especially cold, she couldn't help shrinking, her ears breathing hot. Struggling hard, he felt hugging her shoulders, his back hitting the wall, and he pressed over and kissed him directly.

The glass windows in the corridor can clearly see the face through the moonlight.

Qin Zhongmo was extremely hard, as if venting, Cen Simiao clutched his arm, but was pinched tighter, his fingertips rubbing around his waist.

She was soft and clinging to Qin Zhongmo's body, gasping a few times, and in a dim and narrow environment, she looked even more seductive and provoked her nerves.

It was more than half a day before leaving. Cen Simiao's skin was cold, but her cheeks were red, her head was lying on his shoulders, her eyes were blank, her breath was wide.

The next morning, Cen Simiao opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. After a while, she sat up and held the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Unlock.

The balance is zero.

She held her cell phone, which means that she now has no money to go out to take the subway. Cen Smiao felt that last night, she was standing outside and confused, she clearly wanted to be reconciled, how did she turn into money, and then she got a kiss.

Looking at the transfer figures, Cen Simiao was particularly distressed.

I lost a kiss for so much money.

Suddenly the message reminded her to look down impatiently, Qin Zhongmo turned over the money, she frowned, and quickly opened her eyes. Ten thousand yuan.

Another message popped up.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, especially regretting why she didn't choke him last night.

I have something to do today, so I have to go to the audition first. Go into the bathroom and take a shower. When you come out, your hair is dripping with water and blow dried with a hairdryer. Wang Tianxi forced to open the bedroom door, like a kick.

Cen Simiao was sitting on the sofa, blowing her hair and the hair dryer humming. Wang Tianxi frowned, his face unhappy, and her voice was particularly rushing: "I'm sleeping, can you be a little educated, don't blow your hair at this time."

At eight thirty in the morning.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes: "I told you, don't mess with me today. If you really want to make trouble, come over with a stick, and the two of us will fight directly, don't pull these useless."

Wang Tianxi sneered: "Who are you scaring? I came back so late yesterday and I don't know who the hook was. You should really let Zhong Mo look like this."

The hair dryer's movement was so loud that she even took her to speak a few degrees higher and got into Cen Simiao's ears, which was particularly annoying.

Shut down, and the room was quiet.

Cen Simiao stood up, her eyes tinged with irritability. She was taller than Wang Tianxi, she did not lower her head, her eyelids drooped, and approached: "Are you going to recruit me today?"

Her voice was cold, her face was not ugly, and there was no gloom, but it was particularly stressful. Wang Tianxi bit her lower lip, looked up at her, refused to be soft, but did not speak again.

There were five people in the cast audition with Cen Simiao. The one that looks longer than the other is more provocative, and the figure is also enchanting. They are also some famous actors before filming.

Cen Simiao stood there, taking advantage of the reputation behind the film.

Her last audition.

He raised his eyebrows, took out the mobile phone and sat in a chair to take a self-portrait. He sent Feng Orange a little past, then put the mobile phone in his bag and stopped looking.

The actress in front of Cen Simiao was extremely explosive, and the attempt happened to be a bad thing revealed by the character, which was discovered by the male lead, turning from helplessness to grief, and showing deep love and a trace of begging for love.

She looked desperate, her eyes fixed on the front, as if the man was standing in front of her eyes, her arms raised, she wanted to reach out and touch, but she was afraid of causing disgust.

The back is straight, humble but proud, and the corners of his mouth are tearing, like crying and laughing, especially crazy, and his mouth murmurs: "I was born to be the stars, and there is no one who is not envious. Why ca n’t I be proud? Want to be as lowly as she is, and can't wait to dig out her heart, show it to others, and then exchange for the other's appreciation? "

"I, I love you, can you look at me."

The lines are particularly stimulating and can't help excite the onlookers. The emotions burst out, but they were too exaggerated, and they would be exaggerated in the camera.

Song Dao was not very satisfied, and frowned.

Immediately after the audition, the actor adopted soft tactics, showing a sense of intimacy everywhere. Looking at the pitiful and miserable, the interpretation was pretty good, but it was particularly inconsistent with this character.

Song Dao pursed her lips tightly and heard her say, "Let's change the pattern, I think it's more reasonable. Director, what do you say?"

Someone who can audition today is backed up, but unfortunately, Song Dao sneered: "I don't lack actors here, I don't need to change the script for a role."

The man looked ugly for a moment.

After trying it one after another, Song Dao became more and more irritable, worse and worse, worse than the first one. Although it's too much, when it comes to acting, it's better to mention more.

He had an idea in his heart. When it was Cen Simiao's turn to audition, he was absent-minded and didn't want to look at all.

Cen Simiao smiled, and greeted Song Dao first, and had to respond coldly, bending her eyes. Just now the system opened her a golden finger and quickly realized the character's inner world. When sitting on a chair, her mind was chaotic.

This character is too proud. If the performance is based on reality, it will definitely say that the acting is good, but it has no charm, and it is completely the object of being attacked by the audience.

Although it is also a way of fire, it will never let the audience even have a good opinion of the actor.

She froze her emotions, stood still with her eyes down, and had not moved yet, but it had made people feel different in temperament, and her whole temptation was sad.

As soon as he raised his eyes, his expression was especially conceited. The pain in his eyes had been forbearing and suppressed. He laughed a little, but showed a flattery, his feet moved, as if looking at the male lead.

Raising his chin: "I do n’t do anything wrong, but why do you blame me? She is good at others, draws your attention, and robs you. What she did, I ca n’t do it Come, I have to use my method to fight you over, what's wrong? "

While she said something wrong, she looked just like the worldly thing, especially innocent: "Don't be angry."

Soft words, hiding under the sleeve but holding palms, his eyes suddenly became seduced, repeating softly: "Don't be angry."

Her arm seemed to be pushed a little, and there was a flash of injury on her face. She immediately squeezed her lips tightly and pursed out, "I tell you, I can't do it like her, and my heart belongs to you."

After finishing this period, Cen Simiao appeared in an instant and became polite, directed at Song Song who was sitting in front of him: "I'm done, how about you?"

Song Dao's expression was faint, and she didn't take it easy. She glanced at her, and then looked down at the script. She pursed her lips: "Have you seen the script, the last sentence is not there."

Cen Simiao was about to speak, and she heard: "It's done, I'm fine today. Go back."

She paused: "Guide Song, then ..."

Song Dao frowned: "So many things."

She sighed and was about to turn around, and she heard: "Don't run out of power on your mobile phone, go back and wait for the letter."

From there, it was dark and it took too long. Cen Simiao called President Liu with a slack eyebrow, talking coquettishly, and drove to the house by car.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I got a text message prompt. Qin Zhongmo's call was not received just now.

Bending his eyes and dialing back: "It's okay to chat with you, a word or a thousand."

Qin Zhongmo was just off work, was blown by the cold wind, his sleepy expression became a little more spirited, and he heard the voice on the phone: "Who did you talk to just now, I didn't receive it when I called."

Cen Simiao said truthfully: "Jinzhu."

There smiled: "Isn't your gold owner me, how much is 10,000 yuan left?"

Cen Simiao's eyes became flirtatious: "It's all spent, come here for me."

Qin Zhongmo originally wanted to go home, but she was so foolish that she was hooked to the gate of the community. Seeing Cen Simao's clothes, she frowned: "Where did you go?"

She took off her down jacket and put it on her shoulders.

Cen Simiao grabbed his hand and walked down the stairs, dimly, straightly tipped his toes and kissed him. Breathing is particularly seductive, as soft as boneless, she is particularly enthusiastic today, as if she had changed her personality last night.

Qin Zhongmo wanted to stay sane, but she was repeatedly provoked by the string, her heart tickling, her kisses getting more and more fierce, and her brain blank.

Hugging it directly, Cen Simiao's legs were wrapped around his waist, leaning against his ears: "Go up the stairs."

Eventually she brought her in front of the door and kissed him, and Cen Simiao responded to him, then went to the bag and touched the key, tried several times, and it didn't open. Gently bit his earlobe, pushed him away, and focused on opening the door. Qin Zhongmo grabbed the key and quickly opened the door.

With a slam, the door hit.

The room was dark, and the two were still entangled in front of the door. Cen Simiao's soft gasping sound poured into her ears. She bit his throat knot lightly and scratched itching, but it made people feel more unbearable.

Qin Zhongmo threw her down jacket on the ground, pulled her sling, and was about to kiss.

With a click, the light came on.

Wang Tianxi stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the scene in shock. She couldn't believe it, and shivered.

Cen Simao lowered her eyelids, raised her eyes with confusion, circled Qin Zhongmo's neck, and gasped unconsciously. He glanced darkly, closed her clothes, and hugged Cen Simiao's room directly.

When the door was closed, Wang Tianxi clearly heard the soft laughter from inside.

"It hurts, you lightly, don't hit me,"