All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Bai Nen's calf has touched Lins's back.

The touch is delicate, and Xu has been exposed to the air for a long time, and it is a bit cold.

She was drunk. She drank the glass in her hands, leaning her upper body forward, putting her lips on his neck and getting closer, she could kiss her throat.

The warm breath stimulated Lins's nerves.

His expression was disdainful, and the corners of his eyebrows were very skillfully replaced with sarcasm. He straightened his back, leaned back, opened his body completely, and turned his head to look.

Eyes are drooping, then raise your eyes. Already full of ridiculousness, the corners of her lips are curved, quite slutty: "Who are your girlfriends, don't roll in bed by then, and cause a lot of trouble."

Cen Simiao frowned, her mouth moved, and she was about to speak. Suddenly, her shoulders were heavy and she was pushed by him. She was almost lying down with her nose close to the nose.

His eyes fluttered more and more, raising his hand to touch Cen Simiao's cheek, and looked carefully. The people nearby saw the mouth filled with champagne, and Mei Yuma was full of excitement after drunkenness, all of them roaring there.

Hormones all over the body shouted, "Come on, let's see and see, we are just so bored that we are going to die."

Cen Simiao showed a drunk state between her eyebrows, her eyes soft and her face sticking to his fingertips, which was very attractive.

But he heard a smirk.

Lin Si cited a change in attitude and was rather disgusted, saying almost mockingly: "I am not interested in you. Drink a few glasses of wine and get out of here."

Her eyelashes trembled, her palms clenched, and her body trembled.

Lins cited: "Come here, I will feed you myself."

Without getting up from her, she stretched her arms to the table, took a glass of wine, and drank it at her. Cen Simiao nailed her palms and resisted his impulse.

Squinting his eyes, he drank a drink with his hand.

The neck was long and sloping back, forced to swallow the liquor, and occasionally two drops were exposed, sliding along the chin and extending to the collarbone.

Pitifully pitiful.

The wine glass was empty, and picked up another glass, Cen Simiao stared at him, Lins's sarcasm on his lips became heavier and colder.

She pursed her lips and turned her head to the side. The wine still kept flowing down the collarbone into her clothes.

"open."

Lins raised a brow: "Let go of what you do and keep playing."

Taking a bottle of wine directly and filling Cen Simiao, she lowered her eyes and her expression changed, which made people feel a little oppressive.

Lins paused, and she suddenly raised her eyes.

Lips left the wine glass, let the wine wet the clothes, and turned his head to kiss the back of his hand. But his eyes were cold, even stronger than Lin Siyin.

He had a layer of desire between his brows at this moment, and looked at Cen Simiao's eyes for a moment.

The situation was particularly weird, with a bottle of wine poured on their bodies and their clothes all wet.

The coquettish people felt that it was a good show, whistling hard, and attracting people from the other place. Suddenly someone came to the front, frowned, and his eyes were surprised: "Uncle?"

Linz's pressure was irrelevant, and his breathing was gradually heavy.

After a while, the steps were getting closer and he glanced impatiently: "What are you doing here?"

As if suddenly awake, Lin Ge stopped his feet and quickly lowered his head. He just saw the man with a half-face on the deck, especially like his ex-girlfriend. He wanted to see it clearly, and approached unconsciously.

He coughed, especially uncomfortable: "Uncle Xiao, take a break, otherwise Grandpa should ..."

Lin Siyin could not be more than a few years old with him, and he was particularly fond of playing. It is said that the old man is close to the next generation, but the old man in the family particularly prefers Lin Siyin, and the most scolded is Lin Siyin.

Hearing this, Lin Si cried out: "Come here to pretend to be serious and want to be serious in the Father's study ..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Simiao suddenly got up and pushed him away, still facing away from Lin Ge.

Around Lin Siyin's neck, sitting on his body, two white tender legs were exposed to the light again.

His face was pressed against his chest, and his body was full of alcohol. Lin Si attracted the thoughts that had just come up. All of Lin Ge's words were mixed up. He frowned, trying to push Cen Simiao away, and his waist was suddenly pinched .

It hurts a lot.

"Sit down and don't move around." Lowering his voice, he lost his tenderness.

He lowered his eyes, Cen Simiao's expression was extremely cold, his jaw was tight, and there was a bit of sharpness between his eyebrows. She was really a little panicked, and didn't expect Lingo to appear suddenly. If she had revealed her identity at this moment, how much trouble would have been caused.

Unconsciously get serious.

As soon as the words came out, Cen Simiao regretted it, who would listen to this tone.

But Collins raised an eyebrow, with a few eyes in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he became interested. He glanced darkly, rubbing her chin with his fingertips, and Lingo next to him was still talking, and probed his brain to see who was in his arms.

Cen Simiao was holding Lin Siyin's trouser tube with her legs. The action was particularly tempting, but only Lin Siyin could see the expression on his face. He raised his chin and said softly, "You're pretty good."

She frowned.

Lin Ge still didn't see his full face, tempted to sit beside him, opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

Lins frowned.

Seeing that he didn't notice it, he moved forward slightly.

To see what it looked like, he stretched his neck.

Suddenly Lins lifted his head, stood up holding Cen Simiao, his eyes were cold, Lin Ge suddenly felt guilty, coughed awkwardly, and wanted to admit that he had stood up and walked out.

Lin Ge narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman's soft long hair and extremely **** waist, and her heart was itchy.

The phone rang, he glanced down and hung up.

Back to the past: Baby, I'm in a meeting and it's not easy to answer.

Meng Lin looked at the mobile phone, his face full of unhappiness, turned to knock on Meng Jun's room door, and kept complaining.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger outside, and the weather was not warm after autumn. Cen Simiao was wearing thin clothes, and she was still wet with a large piece of body. She was blown away by the wind, and was instantly cold.

Lins's car was convertible, the driver in front was driving, and the two of them were in the back seat. Cen Simiao had lost her mind for a while now, shivering coldly, her face was particularly ugly.

But he started to get excited, and Cen Simiao beat him impatiently, just as Lins brought him together, but he was very light, but this time, he suddenly became a bit heavy.

His chest flushed.

Holding Cen Simiao tightly, breathing harder.

She froze.

I tried to fight again, and suddenly felt panic about something below.

He squinted his eyes, and before he thought about it, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm. His hand strength increased, and Cen Simiao dropped tears subconsciously, and her eyes became red. She looked bullied and did not dare to resist.

The hot breath stopped for a moment.

Cen Simiao felt that she was no longer in the act of dialling her, and was not quite right, raising her eyes.

Lin Si's eyebrows' desire has disappeared for the most part, with a cold expression, and there is even a bit of distaste in his eyes.

She froze, and suddenly Lins led away from her, straightened up and sat down, facing the driver in front: "Stop over."

Turning around to see Cen Simiao: "What are you doing, get out."

"..."

When she got home, it was raining heavily outside, and she was soaked and wet when she waited for the taxi. She was so angry that she sneezed.

Meng Lin happened to be sitting on the sofa, playing games with Meng Jun, and when she heard the movement at the door, she looked up and snorted instantly.

Cen Smiao changed her shoes and was ready to walk to the room, but she heard: "I came back like this at night, and they were soaked, and I didn't know what to do."

Extremely mean.

She snorted and turned to look at it. Meng Lin kept talking. The characters in the game were dead. Meng Jun was particularly upset. She frowned and raised her head. She suddenly choked and uncomfortably coughed. Excuses to leave.

Cen Simiao frowned: "You don't go with your boyfriend at night. Why, you are left out?"

As soon as Meng Lin's expression changed, her face was full of anger, she opened her mouth to refute, and was interrupted.

"I want to see my parents, but it's raining too much. Rest assured, as long as they recognize me over there, leave from here. After all, anyway, that's my family."

Cen Simao's dress, and the time now, the credibility of this remark is zero, but Meng Lin was angry and heard her mention of her parents there, and her heart was suddenly upset.

Even if she didn't want to go back, the parents over there were particularly good to her, and only her eyes were on her. Meng Lin is also used to it, she can trample on this love without care, but never allow others to take it away.

Cen Simiao has turned and left.

Meng Lin stared at her back and gritted her teeth.

For the past few days, Cen Simiao has been squatting in the bar, but she hasn't seen Lin Siyin's shadow. She was particularly annoyed that she felt sick. You have to get up as usual during the day and go out to work.

I really could n’t handle it. I got up a little late and hurried downstairs, just to see Meng Lin passing something by He Zuo and going out.

She narrowed her eyes.

The parents of the Meng family got up for breakfast and sat around the dining table with Meng Jun, sighing helplessly. Recently, Meng Lin was motivated, got up very early, and then hurried out, not knowing what she was doing.

After complaining a few words, just knowing how to work hard and ignore them.

As soon as the words fell, Cen Simiao came out of the kitchen, holding milk in his hand, He Yan followed.

Cen Simiao's eyebrows were lowered, as if she had not seen anyone sitting at the table, and she turned to talk to He Yan: "Meng Lin is more sensible than me."

He Yan sighed: "Yeah, I went out in the morning for a few days and carried my stuff to see my adoptive parents. I was specifically instructed to buy something for my body."