All The Male Leads Have Blackened

When coming out of the company's door, Cen Simiao stepped on her high heels, striding elegantly. The ankles are white. Due to the style of the shoes, the insteps are slightly stretched, and the calves are white and straight.

The uppers are clean and free of water stains.

When she walked to another street, she remembered that she pulled out her cell phone from her purse and triggered a message to Lins: eating together the day after tomorrow.

It's not polite at all, it's almost like notification. If you say it from your mouth, the tone is especially blunt. Lin Siyin sat on the office chair, picked up the mobile phone and glanced, his eyebrows twisted together suddenly.

His face is dying.

Eyes tilted up irritably, and the arm on the table took it down and changed its position, but accidentally caught the clothes, the corners of the blazer and the waist on the pants were wet.

Darker than the rest of the clothes.

Speaking in a low voice, leaning his head back, lighting a cigarette plug in his mouth, as if there was another foot wearing red high heels.

Stepping on him, the force was too heavy.

The voice sounded coldly: "What do you say?"

The ghosts lifted up the soles of the shoes poorly, and the insteps were white. Vaguely, he could see a shallow little mole, stained with water droplets, and the light from the window came in, shining on it, crystal clear.

Wipe gently.

The throat knot rolled, and the sound of swallowing sounded, Lins led his teeth to bite the cigarette holder, and spit out the smoke gently, his brows locked, as if cursing out of the teeth: "Fuck."

See you have to hide her to understand hate.

Maybe it was a spiritual connection. Cen Simiao said that it would be nice to eat with him the day after tomorrow, but it didn't appear for a week. Both cars were parked in the Accident Section and deducted money every day.

Cen Simiao went to work on time and on time. She didn't dare to be sloppy. When she was at home, she took time to prepare things for the competition. She doesn't know anything about this. She usually depends on the system for her daily work.

During the game, the system only promised cheat to drive her to the first few games.

Fortunately, the system gave her a quick tutorial, and her desperate studies still had a chance to win. These days, Cen Simiao still feels that someone is following her to and from work.

When crowding the subway, people were all around, even breathing hard, but the sight of her eyes never disappeared, gloomy and creepy. Looking up, I immediately looked away.

Walking on the street is more obvious, especially at night.

She carried a dagger in her bag.

Stepping on high heels speeded up, and the people behind began to stride. Cen Smiao bit her lower lip, her body was tight, the street lights were bright, there were a couple of lovers, and two people walking alone.

I was more at ease, and a street light in front suddenly went out, which was just a corner.

She frowned, her steps a little hesitant, and the speed of the people walking next to her did not decrease, but within a few moments, she was a long way behind them.

Looking down at the ground, the shadow showed that there were three or four people behind.

Her heart thumped, she drew her dagger out of her bag with her teeth, raised her legs and ran forward, feeling that someone was following her hurriedly, and her head was congested and her knife was tightened.

Running into the dark shadows, as expected, almost instantaneously, someone came from behind, desperately dragging her clothes to the corner, wearing a pair of line gloves on her hand, hit her hard.

Too dark to see the face clearly. Cen Simiao screamed in horror, followed by the person in front of her, horrified, wrapped her clothes tightly, and hurried forward with her head down.

Cen Simiao took the dagger, stabbed her teeth fiercely towards the man, scratched her arm, and bleed instantly. Several people behind were already approaching, and the man was startled, and quickly covered the wound and ran towards the corner.

She panted against the wall, and several people behind her passed, sulking, and ran forward, without even looking at Cen Simiao.

The car must be settled quickly.

Lins was contracted out, went straight to the restaurant for dinner, ordered a table of dishes, and sprinkled with a layer of cumin and paprika sprinkled with sauce.

Cen Simiao took chopsticks for a few mouthfuls of food, chewed a few times in her mouth, and poured more than half a glass of soda.

Lin Siyin was particularly disgusted. He glanced at the vegetables on the table without moving a bit. The restaurant was smoky and particularly noisy. He frowned, put his elbows on his thighs, and arched his back slightly. Cen Simiao approached.

He lifted his chin and whistleed: "You prepared this meal for a week, and then dragged it down. The accident department process was over. You took the appraisal and notice and drove away. I still have to work hard with you?"

Cen Simiao bit the grilled cymbal, Texiang: "Then leave."

Lins took a sigh of relief, don't look away from her, her face didn't look good, her lips pressed.

A man in his forties around the table, holding a cigarette in his hand, swallowed clouds and misted. On a very cold day, there was a thin sweat on the head, rubbing it with his hands, getting oil on it, his mouth gushed, and his voice was particularly loud.

Zhenlins had a headache, and his face became increasingly ugly.

Suddenly the man talked about his excitement, his arm waved, and half of the soot accumulated accumulated on Cen Simiao's dish.

Greasy dishes, mixed with soot, soaked with oil, darkened, and look particularly disgusting.

Lins pursed her lips, her jaw tightened, her head bowed, and her eyes narrowed at the table. The man didn't know it yet, and continued to wave his arms. The remaining soot fell on Lins's back.

There was a bang, especially harsh in a noisy environment, and the sound was a lot quieter for a moment. Then the man froze, didn't care about the face, and continued to shout.

Lins stood beside him, without a fold in his pants: "I'm very happy."

The man turned his head and frowned, "Who the **** are you? Don't be uncomfortable."

Lin Siyin stretched his back, a red mark was obviously hot: "Your eyes will be blind when you are born, soot will be thrown to others, you know?"

The man frowned, looking at him in vain, still standing there to reason, presumably speaking about the face of the bun, he snorted: "You say yes? Even if it is, my smoke is good smoke , Ash falls to you, maybe you will be blessed, you have to give me money. "

Lin Si drove his head down, grinned, and bit his lip on his upper teeth. The man thought he was soft, and just about to let him get out of the way, he punched his face fiercely, and the pain was so bad that his teeth were almost knocked out. .

The table and the bench kept ringing. The man scolded and groaned. He sat on the floor and struggled. Lins was kicked up and slammed on his stomach. The couple who ate with the man were afraid of getting their skirts dirty. Woman, only dare to yell, step on high heels.

The boss of the meal quickly came to persuade Lins, who was struggling to fight, snorted, dragged the collar of the man to lift it, put his head on Cen Simiao's table, and smoked out of his pocket. , Soft Chinese.

Lins snorted, "It's so **** smokey."

Pumped out several, all lit, shaking the tip of the man's nose, he suddenly coughed, Cen Simiao sat on a chair, put the unpolluted string aside, and picked up the grilled wing tip to eat.

The smoke burned for a while, soot accumulates, Lins draws his eyes and bends, "Isn't it blessed? I can't always be cheaper, you have to try."

The man was still coughing with his mouth open, half of the soot shook off, and immediately fell into his mouth and throat. His face was frowning with pain, and his voice was sore as he shouted loudly.

I'm begging for help.

Lins was relieved, and quickly gave the store money, and then ordered again, picking up chopsticks and eating non-stop. Cen Simiao sat opposite and looked up at him.

Lins noticed that he reacted, raising his brows, bending his eyes, and making a bad joke: "The courage is very big, and I didn't panic when I saw the fight."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, raised her chin, leaned back, and said softly, "You shouldn't hit on this table. The sound is too loud, affecting my meal."

He frowned slightly and placed his elbows on the table: "You have a big spectrum."

Picking up chopsticks and eating vegetables, I just swallowed two mouthfuls, and overheard her putting the cup on the table, not heavy or light. Raising his eyes, he saw Cen Simiao's frowns frosty, and he froze.

Then he snorted and looked down to eat. He listened: "I'm not full yet, sit over and feed me."

Lin Si licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, which was particularly ridiculous. When he raised his head and opened his mouth, he would scold her.

The words of curse were stuck in the throat, followed by shortness of breath.

The shop resumed liveliness. It seemed that the customers just hurried to checkout, and a new batch of uninformed people drank and ate meat, especially happy.

The boss collected a lot of money from Lins, almost enough for a day's running. Even if he was upset, he didn't go to his heart. Have you ever done business, especially those of them who have opened stores?

Lin Si's ordered dish was just finished. The waiter hurriedly served the dish. The boss took it over and held the plate in person. He didn't come to him, glanced at him, and froze.

The person who was so powerful just now was tall and tall. Now she was sitting next to the woman honestly, holding chopsticks and picking vegetables, and delivered it to her lips, her eyes lost her breath.

When she got home, it was already late at night. Cen Simiao rubbed her stomach and ate. She picked up a glass of water in the living room, took the notebook out of the bedroom, and carefully looked at the information on the entry. There was not much time left.

Rub your forehead, accidentally spill water on your clothes, get up and wipe in the bathroom.

After a while back in the living room, Leng Buding saw Meng Lin standing in front of the sofa, staring at her computer. When she realized that Cen Simiao was back, she raised her eyes and sneered, "Want to dream again?"

Cen Simiao walked over, closed the computer, and walked into the room. Meng Lin's voice was cold behind her. "I tell you, you can't even dream."

Cen Simao ignored her, opened the door and went in. When she opened the quilt and lay on the bed, a thought popped into her head.

When she returned home, it was dark, and Meng Lin's shoes were in the porch, that is, she came back early. Why did she suddenly appear in the living room in the middle of the night?

Early the next morning, Cen Simiao hadn't got up from the bed yet, and heard a noise through the door. My wife came back. I had a few arguments with Meng's father before and went out for a few days. I don't know what to do today, so I came back.

But the two men stirred up again.

Also mixed with Meng Lin's crying and coquettish, without Meng Jun's voice.

Cen Simiao was resting today, staying asleep until noon, and after walking to the living room to receive water, Leng Buding saw everyone in the Meng family sitting on the sofa.

She trembled and greeted her eyelashes, ready to return to the room, but was stopped.

The wife was especially kind. She peeled the apple and handed it to her, and whispered to inquire about her current situation. Cen Simiao only said that she was working. The wife asked a few words, but didn't ask anything, her face changed, her eyebrows were cold: "I heard Lin Lin said, are you participating in a design competition?"

Cen Simiao answered.

The wife frowned, "No."

The corners of her lips were bent: "What joke are you talking about, I've grown up and should be able to ..."

The wife did not intend to make sense, but she was spoiled when she was young, and her temperament was especially spoiled: "If I do n’t know, I just do n’t. If you want to go, move out of this house first!"

Cen Simiao wiped her lips and hadn't had time to talk. Father Meng's face was a bit disgusting. He pulled his wife's arm and slapped him in the back. He said angrily, "Can you talk to the child well, she ... "

Meng Lin gritted her teeth, tears fell, and half of her body leaned against Meng's father, her chin resting on his shoulder: "Dad."

With a frown, he finally sighed and didn't speak again.

Cen Simiao looked at this scene, her eyebrows jumped, and she looked at Meng Jun. He played the cell phone without any concern. When the parents of the Meng family quarreled, he went to persuade him.

She didn't sit anymore and stood up, but Meng Lin suddenly ran to Cen Simiao's room, and on the table was the invitation letter for the game that had been mailed a few days ago.

Cen Simiao's eyes narrowed, her steps deliberately slowed down, and Meng Lin took a moment to tear into pieces.

Her jaw was tight and her eyebrows smug: "I said, you can't even dream."

Only one day later, Meng Lin took the invitation to her design competition, which was specially obtained by Meng's parents. In front of Cen Simiao's eyes, she said softly, "These should belong to me."

The car had been driven out of the accident department, and Cen Simiao went to Lin Siyin.

With a frown on his face, his face was unhappy, and the flirtatiousness between her brows became cold and glamorous. Lins was playing the game, raised her eyes, and then whistleed, "Who has provoked you, so powerful, I have to worship. "

Cen Simiao approached and glanced at the situation: "Spicy chicken."

Lin Si exploded his hair, Cen Simiao pushed him aside, took over the keyboard and slammed it, and immediately cleared the customs, killing the boss | death.

The suffocation in her heart let out a little. Even if she thinks about the plan, she is still enraged by Meng Lin.

Lin Siyin stood next to him, opened a Coke, drank a few sips, and watched this confuse his game: "Is there something? Nothing, hurry up."

Cen Simiao nodded: "There is something."

He bent his eyes and leaned up: "What's the matter?"

Nodded again.

He was happy: "Fuck is good news. Go slowly, I won't help you."

Cen Simiao looked up at him, stood up, Lins didn't move, she put his arm on his shoulder, and stroked it gently on the cheek. The stubble that just came out was a bit tied, and he wrapped his neck. Individuals posted together.

Low tone: "Really don't help me?"

He snored, don't look over. Cen Simiao's fingertips were slightly cold, covered with red nail polish, and gently turned around her neck. She suddenly grabbed the tie and wrapped it around her index finger.

Gently untied, the button on the neckline was opened by her.

Throat knots roll more often.

She bent her lip corner and covered his tie with his tie. Linthin suddenly felt completely dark, her body tight, but she didn't stop her.

Cen Simiao grabbed his belt, walked to the sofa, pushed him down, pressed him up, chin against his shoulder, and ambiguous in his ear: "Help me, I won't treat you badly."

Obtain the invitation letter again, and assume the responsibility of issuing the entry certificate of the designer and contestant.

Work location, Lins Citing Office.

Such errands have always been performed by contestants, but they are only incidental. They have received their own documents and sent them to others. This is more important than the invitation.

Only this one.

If the person who issued the certificate really does not like it, it will not be given to others, either. Regardless of this, the organizers call it by its name, people who are unlucky, or people who let others look at them, are definitely not suitable to participate in the competition.

Especially in line with Lin Si's unscrupulous.

However, generally speaking, no designer dares to do this, after all, it is difficult to pass on his face.

Meng Lin jumped around at home, kissed this one, hugged that, and was very happy. She repeatedly promised that she would take the first place in this game.

Her major also happened to be in design. She was very good at school, so she had confidence.

Cen Simiao returned home at night. With the car, she was finally not as worried as before. I do n’t know if anyone would follow. Meng Lin was waiting for her in the living room, with long hair and a smile between her brows and eyes.

Did not say anything, but provoked.

The next day, I went to Lins cited the company to get the entry credentials. Meng Lin deliberately dressed up, knowing that Lin Siyin was Lin Ge's youngest uncle, and he didn't dare to talk about it.

The front desk made her wait.

Meng Lin frowned, saying nothing, waiting for forty minutes. I asked again, and the front desk was very polite: "Madam, please wait a moment, if you can, you will be invited in immediately."

Meng Lin waited for another two hours, holding on to the anger, at which time the front desk offered to invite her to the fifth floor.

When I got there, I was told that there was a meeting on the fifth floor, and the place to pick up the documents was in another building.

She held her breath, feeling that she was about to explode, stepping out on high heels, and when she got there, she stopped at the front desk again. Meng Lin was slightly angry: "I've been waiting in Block A for more than two hours. You didn't notify us. Why should I wait?"

The front desk repeatedly apologized, but let her wait.

Meng Lin's face was gloomy, and she just wanted to leave when she turned around, but thought of Cen Simao, and she was happy, and stood there for another three hours, and was about to get off work at night.

It was getting dark.

She was asked to go up. When she reached the eighth floor this time, no one stopped her. She knocked on the door and said quietly, "Hello, I'm here to get the documents."

"Come in."

Meng Lin frowned, always feeling familiar, and pushed in the door. She raised the corner of her mouth, opened her mouth to say hello, and looked at the sitting person, her expression froze.

Suddenly, "How are you here!"

"Is this where you can stay? You have no invitation letter. Why are you here? Hurry up, or I'll call the security guard."

Cen Simiao drunk her cola, and Meng Lin turned furious and called the security guard. After a while, she led someone up, and she pointed at Cen Simiao: "Get her out!"

The security guard froze and said embarrassedly to Cen Simiao.

Cen Simiao put down the Coke in her hand: "It's okay, you go out first."

Meng Lin's eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and she looked at her. Where could she not understand? She was shaking with anger and came to her: "Who helped you?"

Cen Simiao bowed her head and chuckled: "You want to question me now?"

Meng Lin was about to hit her, and Ceng Simiao's eyes were cold. She dropped the cup on the ground with a loud voice, and Meng Lin was startled.

Cen Simiao's eyes were sharp: "You think clearly before you say."

Meng Lin's momentum was short for a moment, her lips were clenched tightly, but she didn't dare to spit when she was angry, she gritted her teeth. If they leave this time, Meng's parents will certainly not be able to help, and then watch Cen Simiao's talents.

She is not reconciled.

Cen Simiao was sitting on a chair with her back leaning back, her posture was particularly relaxed, and she sneered, "How about, do you want me?"

Meng Lin trembled, holding her palm firmly, opened her mouth, but suddenly heard the chair rang, Cen Simiao stood up, she looked up, but felt that her eyes were dark, and her face was particularly painful.

The document smashed into her face.

Cen Simiao: "I've sent it to you. Don't ask me."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Cen Simiao came out of the company. Lin Siyin was still working in the office. She explained the problem all night and said that she should not deceive others.

She was too sleepy. She passed by the coffee shop, and now she was a bit slow. She sat down for a while. It's already evening and there are still a lot of people in this shop. There are no seats available.

There were fewer waiters in the evening shift, some were too busy, and I was embarrassed to come over to get coffee. She yawned, got up indifferently, and took a sip on the way back to her seat.

Putting the cup down and squinting at the card holder accidentally, there was a soft cushion on it, and the lamp was shining a little warm, but now it was reflecting, her eyes tightened.

Look closer, a pin.

If you sit down, you will definitely get stuck. It was just a matter of taking coffee for a while. Cen Simiao frowned, who did it.

Suddenly there was a child crying behind him, and an adult's scolding sound seemed to be coming towards her.

Cen Simiao turned his head alertly, the adult holding the child saw the pin in her hand, and immediately bent over to apologize, apologizing all the time: "I'm sorry, I didn't teach the child well, and one didn't pay attention to it, I just made such a prank . "

She let go of her hanging heart.

The child left the adult, and the child kept screaming in pain. The adult cursed, "Deserve it, how can I teach you, what can you do? I want to poke others, but I poke myself."

The child choked, "Not my needle."

The words passed faintly into Cen Simiao's ears, and she was about to sit down, a few centimeters away from the cushion, and immediately choked.

She buzzed her brain, flicked the cushion gently, took out two lip liners from her bag, and pressed on the cushion. As soon as I went down, the needle that was suddenly glistening exposed.