All The Male Leads Have Blackened - Chapter 172

There are not many people in the street. Cen Simiao and Lin Zhenqi are very close. Her expression was all in Lin Zhenqi’s eyes, and even the words she spoke softly were heard clearly.

She hooked Song Boyu’s neck, her chin resting on her shoulder socket, and her action was particularly intimate. Eyes kept falling down, it seemed that Lin Zhenqi had not been found.

Suddenly heard the cell phone ring, Cen Simiao froze and took the cell phone freely. The screen showed that Lin Zhenqi had called.

She was straightforward.

Song Boyu did not see the name of the caller, staring at Cen Simiao, his eyes questioning. She arched an eyebrow and held his arm: “One of the patient’s family members in the clinic, I won’t pick up, I will stay with you.”

As soon as the words fell, Song Boyu held her thin waist. The two were especially close. Lin Zhenqi on the other side saw that his face was gloomy and his body moved, as if he wanted to step forward.

Suddenly Cen Simiao grabbed Song Boyu’s hand and hid behind the corner. By the time Lin Zhenqi came over, they had already boarded the car and were leaving.

The car started the engine, Lin Zhenqi stared at it, didn’t step forward, until the car disappeared in front of him.

After a long while, the people accompanying him walked up, worry appeared on his face, and yelled at him tentatively.

Lin Zhenqi looked up, her eyebrows gloomy, her eyes dark.

The man was about to get stuck in his throat.

In the evening, Cen Simiao received a call from Lin Zhenqi in the clinic’s office.

She squinted her eyes and switched on: “Look for me during the day. I’m busy and I can’t catch up. I’m going to call you, but you called again, miss me?”

Cen Simiao had a charming tone and a smile, and the voice on the phone was dull. Even if he wasn’t there, he could feel his chill.

“Where?”

Cen Simao paused, leaned on the back of her chair, and raised her mouth: “Clinic, are you coming?”

Hang up the phone over there.

She raised her eyebrow, put the phone on the table, got up and poured a cup of coffee, took a sip, and still felt a little sleepy.

Cen Simiao feels that this is a bit ruthless, and the system has been talking about letting go. It ’s okay to die in a different way, or it is likely to be killed by Lin Zhenqi.

You have to let it cheat.

Cen Simiao dragged out the task of reversing the life of the original owner.

After the original owner got engaged with Lin Zhenqi, he suddenly changed his heart and ran away with other women.

Cen Simiao asked the system: “Which gentle way do you think can make the original owner feel comfortable?”

The system stopped talking.

Before Cen Simiao came to the clinic, she managed to appease Song Boyu, otherwise she wouldn’t even want to run out alone.

She was stunned, and suddenly a sudden knock on the door sounded, her nerves tightened, her throat tightened, and she stared at the door for a while before saying, “Who, why are you knocking like this?”

Stepping forward, just opening the door, a figure rushed towards her instantly, holding her neck, Cen Simiao felt suddenly out of breath, very uncomfortable.

She frowned, seeing who was in front of her, and spat out a few words: “Zhen … Qi …”

Lin Zhenqi’s eyebrows showed madness, and she pressed Cen Simiao against the wall with a slight force in her hands, really wishing to kill her.

Cen Simiao became more and more uncomfortable and began to struggle, but it was of no use. She flushed her eyes and stared at Lin Zhenqi with a grievance. Tears flowed from her cheeks and fell on the back of his hand.

Lin Zhenqi hated her appearance the most. When he started to doubt in the bottom of his heart, Cen Simiao would do this, making him unable to hold back.

He was getting harder and harder, Cen Simao frowned, suddenly grabbed his hand, shook weakly, like a leaf caressing.

Lin Zhenqi gave a meal, feeling her weakness, Cen Simiao’s lips were pale, her whole body had lost her strength, her body was getting softer and harder to stand.

Her eyes were worried, and she seemed to be concerned about what happened to Lin Zhenqi.

Lin Zhenqi’s arms froze, and her hands couldn’t help her. Staring at Cen Simiao for a while, she gradually recovered. She had broken her hands and leaned against the wall, panting heavily, like a fish ashore.

He put his hand still stiff in the air, taunted in his eyes, sneered, and stepped back.

Cen Simiao has been a lot better, but her neck and neck are so bad. When she hears the movement, she looks up, her eyes are misty, and her throat is dry: “What’s wrong with you?”

Lin Zhenqi smiled on his lips, but his eyes were gloomy. He tilted his head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, he moved his lips. “I’ll call you. Where are you when you don’t answer?” “

Cen Simiao did not answer.

He didn’t talk anymore, the air seemed to freeze.

After a while, Lin Zhen turned around strangely, stared at Cen Simiao, and said sharply, “Talk, tell me where you were then!”

Cen Simiao’s eyelashes trembled, looked at him, then lowered his head, as if he had not seen the hope in his eyes that had not disappeared, and admitted directly: “I, I am with others.”

She said it was extremely difficult, it was difficult to say, and her tone was a little slow, but it made Lin Zhenqi listen more clearly.

Lin Zhenqi stared at her, then looked elsewhere, then smiled on her lips, and then looked at her again: “What do we do together? Talk about work, it must be about work, otherwise it won’t be frank.”

He couldn’t understand what Cen Simiao was thinking now, and the smile on his lips was a bit bitter. He pursed his lips, and the smile that stood out stiffened. Now. “

Lin Zhenqi said, “You just point to my nose and say that you are holding people’s necks, you are talking about work. All the mess is my thoughts, it’s **** me!”

In the last sentence, he almost roared out, Cen Simiao looked up, tears in his eyes, and looked at him: “Calm down, I am …”

After finishing his words, Lin Zhenqi tightened his jaw and interrupted with a snoring sound: “I’m calm? You hug others, how can you calm me?”

Cen Simiao stopped talking.

He taunted, “I **** misunderstood you, you’re a bitch.”

Cen Simiao’s eyes widened, her face embarrassed, and she shook her head desperately: “No, I …”

Lin Zhenqi was cold and frosty, glanced at her, turned and left, and the moment she stepped out of the door, she heard Ceng Simiao shouting almost heartbreaking: “I really do it for you, I love you. “

His heart trembled, but he hated Cen Simao even more, and it was all nonsense.

In the evening, the cold wind became even colder, Cen Simiao drove home and reached the door, and saw the living room light up. She walked in, subconsciously ready to pull the key from the bag, paused, and raised her arm to ring the bell.

It didn’t take long for the door to open from the inside.

Song Boyu was standing in front of his eyes, wearing an apron around his waist, his eyes and eyes dazzled by the dim light, looking particularly warm, holding a spatula in his hand.

Cen Simiao smiled, bending her eyes, and hugged him, smelling a scent of food on the tip of her nose. She looked up: “What delicious food do you have at home?”

Song Boyu took her into her arms and went to close the door first. The cold wind blocked the outside.

He has been waiting for Cen Simiao to come back, and his heart has been so agitated that he can’t help but call her or want to go to her.

Can only find one thing to do, and barely suppress the emotions. Cen Simiao was sitting at the dining table, holding chopsticks in her hand, and took a bite to eat.

Song Boyu took a glass of water and placed it on the table, then sat next to her. Cen Simiao took the glass and took a sip: “Aren’t you eating?”

He shook his head: “Wait for a while.”

Cen Simiao didn’t say much. Recently he has improved a lot. Some time ago, he expressed emotions that others can feel, but now he can say something to refuse.

It was because of his good condition that the parents of the Song family did not take Song Boyu back. Let him live here all the time.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes, and suddenly Song Boyu approached, staring at her: “What are you laughing at?”

Cen Simiao continued to eat and ignored him.

Song Boyu pursed her lips, looked at her for a long while, a smile appeared in her eyes, and a break from her usual brow appeared, blowing a whistle at her.

Cen Simiao froze and looked up to Song Boyu. He raised an eyebrow and said, “Eat, what do I do?”

She lowered her chopsticks and always felt that something was wrong.

Song Boyu glanced at her and picked up chopsticks to feed her. Cen Simiao’s eyes were suspicious, and his expression was not uncomfortable.

After a while, he suddenly said, “Will you be slow?”

Cen Simiao was eating vegetables, but didn’t understand, and then heard: “This way we can spend more time, I am afraid to forget you.”

The more she listened, the more confused, she pondered for a long time: “What did you say?”

Song Boyu narrowed his eyes, “I love you.”

Cen Simiao nodded: “I know.”

He put his chopsticks down, his expression became serious, holding Cen Simiao’s shoulder, touching her side face, rubbing her fingertips, her eyes became tender: “Will you get married?”

Cen Simiao looked at him, calmly: “Are you old?”

Song Boyu froze for a moment and said, “We can have the wedding first.”

She rubbed her eyebrows: “You haven’t grown up with me yet, so anxious to get married?”

Song Boyu frowned: “I’m already big, and I will grow old if I don’t get married.”

Cen Simiao looked up: “How old are you?”

He dropped his eyelashes, grabbed Cen Simiao’s hand and looked down, “You feel it.”

Cen Simiao feels like she’s giving up her child.

Before the curtains were pulled, you could see the dark outside. There was a thin layer of frost on the window, and it was getting colder and colder. One night passed, and when it was dawning, the ground had already accumulated thick snow.

Lin Zhenqi had a splitting headache, drank a night of wine, took a cold bath, and felt more uncomfortable. Nowhere on his body was happy. Fortunately, I was finally awake.

Today is the day of signing the contract. He is anxious to go to the company and must not be late. There were many red lights along the way, and the driver who drove the car was not very stable, and Lin Zhenqi was even more irritable.

Fortunately, I arrived early, and the manager over there was not here yet. Lin Zhenqi sat in a chair and poured coffee from cup to cup, her face was particularly bad.

Looking at the contract in his hand, but looking at everything is ghosting, the headache is getting worse and worse.

He annoyedly placed the contract on the table, squeezed his eyebrows, and suddenly heard a sound outside, the manager talking.

When someone came in and said hello, Lin Zhenqi looked up and pulled out a smile, stood up and was very polite: “You sit, the contract has already been read. Would you like to read it again and confirm it?”

The manager nodded with a smile and took over the contract to look over. Lin Zhenqi’s smile on his lips had not fallen yet, and his expression froze suddenly, staring at him in his clothes.

The manager was turning the paper, and suddenly heard a erratic voice: “When did you buy this dress?”

He paused and said with a smile, “Isn’t it because the woman around me is a little child, and I have to buy this one, isn’t it suitable for me?”

Lin Zhenqi looked cold.

The manager lowered his head and didn’t see it. He continued: “The contract is OK, we can sign it.”