All The Male Leads Have Blackened - Chapter 169

Cen Simiao was standing in front of the door, her body tense and her breathing instability. She never expected to meet Song Boyu here today, without any preparation.

But Song Boyu behaved as if she had known she would come.

Cen Simiao frowned slightly, looked up, and ran into Song Boyu’s gaze. His eyes were dark and he could not see the emotion, and pursed his lips and said, “Is there nothing to tell me?”

Cen Simiao closed her eyes, and for a long time she whispered, “You open the door.”

Song Boyu stared at her with a curved corner of his lips, but without a smile in his eyes, he stood up and walked towards Cen Simiao.

When the shoes stepped on the ground, the noise was not loud, but every time, Cen Simiao was panicked.

She stepped back subconsciously, clinging to the door, her footsteps getting closer and closer, and she inadvertently looked up, and found that Song Boyu had come to her.

There was a layer of haze on his face, he couldn’t see his expression clearly, and the emotion in his eyes made people wonder: “Thinking, do you really have nothing to tell me?”

Cen Simiao grasped the doorknob, and a thin layer of sweat was on the palms of her hands, her lips were clenched, she could barely stabilize her mind, still gritted her teeth and said, “No.

Song Boyu frowned, his eyes sinking a bit, holding Cen Simiao’s arm, his voice softened: “Don’t worry, you will.”

Cen Simao didn’t understand what he meant.

Suddenly he leaned forward, Cen Simiao’s breath was all around him, and he was dragged into his arms the next second. Song Boyu Meiyu was full of desires, and he didn’t hide anything.

Cen Simiao was a little flustered, trying to dodge, but it was useless. Immediately after that, the buttons on her body were torn off several times, and the collar was scattered, and the white skin was exposed to the air.

She froze and subconsciously raised her arm to her chest to cover it, but Song Boyu opened it. His kiss came down, with an irresistible momentum, Cen Simiao shivered, don’t overdo it and try to avoid it.

Song Boyu’s eyes were darkened, pinching her chin, forcing her head up, admiring her anxious and ashamed expression, kissing her fiercely.

Cen Simiao felt that his hands were dishonest and twisted a few times, and it didn’t work at all. Instead, the irritated Song Boyu stuck in from the edge of her clothes, her warm palm pressed against the skin.

Suddenly a sudden numbness.

Cen Simiao didn’t hold back a moan. Then he heard his chuckling in his ear: “I said you would have something to tell me, and think about it.”

Cen Smiao bit her lower lip tightly and scolded him angrily, but Song Boyu became more and more arrogant, without any restraint.

She was hugged by her entire body, her legs dangled, and her toes were occasionally poked at the ground: “You stop me! This is someone else’s home, what is it like!”

Song Boyu made a move. She was about to take off her skirt and stopped. Then she got into the clothes and rubbed a few times. The hot breath fell on Cen Simiao’s neck. He bit his earlobe slightly, and his mouth was vague. “Yeah, do it. You can’t be in someone else’s house.”

Cen Simiao looked up instantly, her eyes filled with anger. As a result, the next door was opened by Song Boyu, her clothes were messy, and several buttons were dropped, which could veil the whiteness.

The cold wind outside fell on him, Cen Simiao shivered, and before he could scold, Song Boyu was thrown into his car. She lay on the back seat, getting ready, and her back was covered with cool cloth.

Then there was a gurgling sound.

Cen Simiao’s earlobe was bitten by him, and he heard him say, “Is he competent here?”

Facts have proved that Cen Simiao can’t help it at all. She could only toss by Song Boyu, her legs were sore and weak, and the light outside the window fell on her body, which seemed even more tempting in a small space.

After the end, Song Boyu sent her home. The car stopped at the door, Cen Simiao gathered her collar, her legs trembled, and pushed away the hand that he stretched out to hold her out of the car.

The cold wind snored, and Song Boyu followed, and Cen Simao did not give him a good look. Touch the key directly from the bag, open the door and walk inside.

Suddenly her arm was pulled, Cen Simiao frowned, and the anger came up immediately, pursing her lips: “It’s over?”

Song Boyu looked away with ease and took the key in her hand: “Go in.”

Cen Smiao froze, then took the key but failed. She stared at Song Boyu: “How do you let me go home in the future?”

He was wearing only a cashmere sweater in the cold wind, and there was a red mark on his neckline. His original cold look became a little ambiguous now: “Are you spare?”

Cen Simiao looked up at him.

Song Boyu also said, “It’s really impossible, you just live with me.”

She always felt that the child had grown up, and she had no simple appearance in the past.

And Song Boyu seems to have learned to keep her cold. Originally, Cen Simiao thought he would be in a hurry to contact the next day, but by the fourth day, Song Boyu was not moving.

Instead, Dong Yunyi called and asked her directly how she saw her. Cen Simiao rubbed her eyebrows, especially tired: “Can you tell me before you do this?”

Anyway, get ready in advance, take a shower and spray perfume.

Cen Simiao never waited until Song Boyu, but Lin Zhenqi waited.

Lin Zhenqi was too busy a while ago and finally had time to take a break and called Cen Simiao out to play. As a result, Cen Simiao had just sat in his car, and before he could say a word, his cell phone rang.

Lin Zhenqi instantly gathered his expression, and his expression between the eyebrows was particularly serious. After connecting the phone, his tone became lighter, with a bit of joke and flattering meaning.

This is from the manager of the company he wants to work with.

I took the initiative to talk to Lin Zhenqi and talk about things. The location was all right, right on the tennis court.

Cen Simiao lowered her eyebrows and turned to get out of the car. Lin Zhenqi responded and reached out to pull her, and frowned: “What are you doing?”

She raised her eyebrows, without the slightest anger on her face, and said softly, “It’s important for you to work. I’ll go back first, and we’ll go out the other day.”

Lin Zhenqi stared at her for a while, and his face was a little ugly. He wanted to tell Cen Simiao just now, but suddenly he felt terribly depressed.

How could a girlfriend be temporarily angry with a pigeon?

His eyebrows were gloomy: “No need, you go with me.”

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.

The tennis court is much better than the bar. It does not have the pungent smell of fatty powder mixed with alcohol. She had just finished a fight, she was sweating all over, holding a jar of drink in her hand, sitting and drinking.

Cen Simiao looked at Lin Zhenqi in the distance. He was talking to the manager next to her with a smile on her face. For the first time, she saw Lin Zhenqi put her posture so low.

He seemed to need the business in particular to prove his ability to his family.

But the manager didn’t seem to be too cooperative, and seemed to be hesitant.

Cen Simiao took a sip of the drink and asked the system: “What if I let Lin Zhenqi know that I’m with him on my back?”

The system is lazy: “If you don’t want to complete the task, you just do it.”

Cen Simiao thought for a moment: “I’m not saying Song Boyu.”

The system wondered: “Who do you say?”

She looked at the manager next to Lin Zhenqi, and she wore a pair of gold-framed glasses. Wen Zhibin said, “I say him.”

System: “What?”

Cen Simiao pinched the can, the sound made attracted the attention of Lin Zhenqi and the manager. She smiled a little embarrassedly, then lowered her head.

The system is still in trouble: “Do n’t laugh! What do you want to do? I just checked the manager’s information. There are four or five lovers around you. Don’t be stupid!”

Cen Simiao rubbed her eyebrows: “I just want to make Lin Zhenqi misunderstand, not really want to gang up. If he finds me cheating, but he doesn’t know who that person is, and then he knows that he is the manager. It just happened, what do you think Lin Zhenqi would think? “

The system was speechless for a long time, and finally uttered a sentence: “Is it too hard?”

Cen Simiao got up and threw the can into the bin, and waved at Lin Zhenqi who was playing.

Suddenly she heard the phone ring, she looked at it, and suddenly widened her eyes.

Song Boyu called.

Cen Simao didn’t pick it up, and she also gave up.

The phone didn’t call again, and it didn’t ring again until twenty minutes later, Cen Simiao still didn’t answer. I called over there this time, over and over again, and took the trouble.

Cen Simiao raised her corner of her mouth and connected: “Is there something wrong?”

After hearing her voice over the phone, she was silent for a moment, then seemed to be dull on her chest, her breathing was a little heavy, and her voice was hoarse: “I thought you would coax me.”

Cen Simiao froze, didn’t understand what he meant, and heard it say, “Every time you keep me cold, I have to come up.”

The tone was grieved.

He said, “I miss you, where are you?”

Cen Simao was about to speak, and suddenly Lin Zhenqi shouted, asking her to pass the water, and her voice was clearly and clearly passed to the phone.

She clenched her cell phone instantly, and there was no movement there, Cen Simiao’s throat tightened, her throat cleared: “You …”

In the end nothing was said.

The cell phone was quiet and terrible. Coincidentally, Lin Zhenqi urged her to pass over the water. Suddenly, Song Boyu said, “You are very busy, you are not at all leisure.”

Then the call hung up.

Cen Simiao was a little panicked.

In the evening, Lin Zhenqi drove her home and was ready to get tired of her. Cen Simiao didn’t have this thought at all, and pushed him aside, softening his voice: “Tired.”

Immediately let Lin Zhenqi breath in his heart, rubbing his eyebrows, and laughed helplessly.

Cen Simiao got out of the car with a bag and went straight to the door of the house. She just opened the door and went in. She was bending over to take off her high heels, and suddenly she heard the bedroom door ring.

She looked up instantly, and by the light outside, the dim room could see Song Boyu standing upstairs. He was slowly coming downstairs, getting closer and closer to her.

Cen Simiao frowned, and seemed to be panicking back into high heels, moving his feet to avoid, but somehow made up for it.

Song Boyu grabbed her, Cen Simiao struggled and twisted, but was hugged horizontally, her skirt turned up, her legs tossed like fishtails.

He lowered his head and took a bite at Cen Simiao’s neck, his voice mute: “I really want to choke you to death.”

The car outside the door started the engine again and was ready to leave. Lin Zhenqi was preparing to light a cigarette, and suddenly saw Cen Simiao’s coat falling on the front passenger seat.

He put the car out, got out of the car, went to the door and rang the bell, but waited for a long time without moving.

Just when Lin Zhenqi was wondering, he suddenly heard the sound of something falling to the ground. He immediately tightened his eyes and patted the door urgently: “What happened to you, what happened?”

Cen Simiao was pressed on the table, her legs were slightly bent, and she was desperately suppressing the gasp.