All The Male Leads Have Blackened

In the dark room, no lights were turned on. He changed his shoes and saw a pair of men's slippers at the door. His eyes were dark and he went barefoot to Cen Simiao's bedroom. With a small night light on, her face was blurred, and the shadow was drawn on the wall.

One more tall man.

Go slowly to the bed.

He took Cen Simiao's hand, rubbed his fingertips gently, and stared at her obsessively, anxiously not blinking for an instant. Cen Simiao breathed softly, and at a glance she fell asleep.

She touched her side with her hands, stroking lustfully, her full red lips were slightly open, and her tongue was looming. He didn't hold back to teasing, Cen Simiao suddenly frowned, his eyelashes trembled, and he stiffened, but her fingertips caught him by surprise.

The blue veins in the forehead kept jumping, and the eyebrows grew darker.

He leaned over to kiss her, his body trembling a little, but Cen Simiao was particularly tolerant, and at his mercy, even seemed to respond to him unintentionally.

He kissed more and more, breathing heavily, kissing her neck, and stroking his hands constantly.

The day that Cen Simiao left before his eyes, the sentence that he said before leaving repeatedly appeared in his mind: "Sir, I will be by your side, and you will still hate me."

He suffocated, remembering the night before, her voice trembled across the door.

"Sir, don't you want to see me?"

He did not respond.

She disappeared afterwards.

He embraced Cen Simiao and painted her eyebrows: "I can't wait to tie you around, but you run away when you see me, and you are so close to him. If I forcibly separate you, will you hate me. "

Her eyes changed and she kissed her earlobe: "Don't let him go in the middle of the night, OK, I feel bad."

The next morning, Cen Simiao was full of kiss marks. She was alone at home. She snorted, got up from the bed, went to the living room to pour water, and opened the curtains and glanced.

I think he must not have left.

He picked up the phone and called Gao Luyuan. He was particularly impatient, and his voice was very tired. He seemed to have just woke up: "Is there something wrong? What phone call did I get in the morning?"

She frowned, where did she get such a temper: "Did you eat, come to my house, I will make it for you."

Don't be fooled over there: "What do you want me to do for you? Uncomfortable."

Yuan Gao hung up the phone, lowered his neck, turned off the cold wind in the car, leaned on the driver's seat, and frowned. Drive the car out of Cen Simiao District, took two bags and went upstairs early.

He yawned and looked down for slippers, but he didn't see it for a long time, and frowned: "Where did you get my slippers?"

Glancing at Cen Simiao inadvertently, she stared suddenly and saw the kiss mark on her neck. Opening his mouth and moving his jaw, he turned his head and snorted, "Who are you going with?"

Cen Simiao frowned.

Xu Zhiheng thought that she was in love with Gao Luyuan, and was jealous of her thoughts. She was afraid to push her farther and farther, so she did not dare to appear generously.

To put it bluntly, it is pretending to be emotional. He now estimates that there are shouts in the bones, get her back, and never let her leave. But he was still afraid of affecting his image in her mind, and she was afraid of him.

This pretentiousness still needs to be stimulated.

Gao Luyuan stayed here with her all day. Except for the breakfast he brought, the other two meals were a takeaway. He was particularly disgusted: "Can we learn to cook, the necessary survival skills are not fucking."

Cen Simiao was lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, glanced down at him, and said to him, "Let's go, it's getting late."

He widened his eyes, groaned, walked out, threw on his shoes and walked into the elevator with a curse in his mouth. At the door of the corridor, I called to find someone.

There was soft words and thoughtfulness.

Immediately drove over.

Cen Simiao pulled the curtains, it was dark outside and the room was very bright. She opened a corner and looked downstairs. There were many cars. I didn't know which one Xu Zhiheng drove.

At night, it was quiet.

At eleven o'clock, Cen Simiao went to the bathroom to wash, change clothes, blow dry her hair, deliberately froze time for a while, and poured a glass of water.

Just after drinking, turned to look at the curtains on the balcony, dark-colored, and under the lights, the silk threads above showed polarized light. Suddenly the phone rang, Cen Simiao picked it up from the coffee table, drank in the cup, and accidentally dropped the cup.

Yuan Gao called here.

She connected: "Did you just leave, why did you call again?"

There was a moment of silence there, all of a sudden weird tone: "It's too fast for you to cross the river and tear down the bridge, I'll ask you something."

Cen Simiao let him say.

Hearing: "You said why Lao Tzu is so fascinating. Someone called me every day. Could you come out and turn around, don't hang yourself on that uncle."

The tone was low and the meaning of joking was reduced.

She pursed her lips and indifferently said: "You know that before dark, there will always be many people who want to go home subconsciously."

"What the hell?" I didn't understand.

"He's my subconscious."

Gao Luyuan's eyelashes trembled, a smirk, and his throat moved, and he became unruly: "Fucky nonsense, keep talking to him face to face. When you cross the river and dismantle the bridge, I have someone like it, I tell you , In the future I want to let me help you. "

When I heard the phone, I kept saying, "No, I admire you, such as your red hair, how cool it is."

He hung up impatiently.

The bathroom door was open and misty, and a woman came out with a bath towel covering her body and a slender figure. She bent the corner of her mouth and approached Gao Luyuan.

He glanced at him, holding his hand down, and said something indecent in his mouth.

In the middle of the night, Cen Simiao's door rang again, with a subtle voice. If she fell asleep, she wouldn't even hear it. He walked to the bedroom familiarly, Cen Simiao had fallen asleep, but frowned.

He couldn't help but gently smooth.

His eyes were dark and staring at her. The room was very warm. His hands were running down his neck. His skin was smooth and he made trouble in the quilt. Cen Simiao's lips were kissed by him.

Gently.

Half a while apart, his lips became redder. He stroked it with his other hand, and Cen Simiao held his fingertips instantly. He was numb all over, his mind was blank, and he stirred gently inside.

He lay beside Cen Simiao, opened the corner of the quilt, and reached out to hug her. Suddenly her lips moved, her teeth bite, as if she noticed something in her mouth, her eyelashes trembled, as if to wake up.

He pursed his lips, stiffened, but heard her snorting, charmingly boned. He seemed to be holding on to him, stroking her body with her hands, the nightdress had reached the waist, and the edges of the underwear were pulled apart.

He moves gently.

Cen Simiao breathed quickly, her cheeks gradually became flushed, her brows frowned, and her mouth sobbed a few times, as if she had been bullied and cried.

It makes him hard to control.

The next day Cen Simiao woke up, back pain, changed her underwear. When I walked to the living room, the broken cups on the ground were cleaned up, and the coffee table was still early.

She bent her eyes.

At noon, Cen Simiao made a special trip downstairs to the supermarket. When she came back, she was at the doorway of the corridor. She didn't dial up and pretended to call: "When did you come here, and I brought it here early. I have nightmares again and I don't know what's going on, I fell asleep myself and covered myself. "

He paused and said, "Would you like to come again today, don't leave at night and stay with me."

Then he laughed, seemed a little embarrassed, and turned into the corridor.

This scene fell to the people sitting in the cars next to them, clenching their fists and looking somber.

This is the case for the next few days. Cen Simiao pretends to sleep, wakes up and eats breakfast, and pretends to call others to stimulate him. As a result, I didn't know if he was stupid, and printed a note.

Next to breakfast.

After Gao Luyuan heard of this, he drove to Cen Simiao's house in the evening, carrying a big bag in his hand, and all of it was eaten. It is particularly conspicuous when placed next to the coffee table.

Then tear a bag of snacks and chew in your mouth.

Cen Simiao wanted to reach for it, and she was slaped on the back of her hand, which became a big red.

He ate half full, left a lot of rubbish, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, picked up the car key and went out. Cen Simiao was so angry that Yuan Quandang did not hear it.

He closed the door, the smile on his lips disappeared, his eyes lashed down, and he walked to the entrance of the corridor, where the cold wind blew into the open clothes, and it became extremely cold. Lean on the door and take out your phone.

A period of monitoring.

The original hostess had a good show with senior executives and Gao Zhisu at the hotel.

All three were slamming together like crazy. The original host mother was slapped several times, and Gao Zhisu went to beat the executives again. The original host mother rushed to persuade her, crying, and said that the executives promised that she would give the company confidential things. She also wanted to help Gao Zhisu, so she did so.

But the executives were stunned.

Obviously she sent one first.

He didn't admit it, and even annoyed Gao Zhisu, forcing him to go to Xu Zhiheng to check the news.

All were recorded.

Gao Luyuan sent Xu Zhiheng over, and made a bad idea in his heart, and sent a word.

Then he opened the door and sat up.

The person in the other car was staring at the floor where Cen Simiao lived. The lights were still on, and the curtains loomed her shadow. His eyes were blinking, his eyes glowing.

Suddenly the phone rang, and I turned it off unintentionally, but accidentally opened it.

Immediately frowning, his eyes fell on the last line of words, his jaw tightened, his eyes darkened. Coincidentally, a figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor, attracting his attention and staring firmly.

Cen Simiao was holding a garbage bag, wearing a thin piece of clothing, very cold, walking to the trash can, a car parked next to it, she struggled to bypass.

Throwing the trash in, tightly wrapped clothes, deep in the night, she lowered her head and walked back. Just walked to the car, suddenly heard the door ring, and turned his head subconsciously.

With a heavy arm, he was dragged into the car instantly.