All The Male Leads Have Blackened

"come."

The coldness revealed by Song Boyu as a whole was particularly obvious, his eyes were dark, he could not see his emotions, and stared at Cen Simiao.

She was sitting at the table, her legs were slightly bent, the skirt wrapped around her was wrinkled, her skirt became shorter, her skin was exposed to the air, and she could not help tearing the skirt apart.

Cen Simiao's eyebrows were scattered, but now she disappeared, her lips were tight, her body was tight, she seemed to be particularly nervous.

She didn't expect Song Boyu to come over, and she happened to run into Lin Zhenqi. In this case, Cen Smiao was a little embarrassed and did not respond.

It's going to be big this time.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she didn't look at Song Boyu, and her head was silent. Song Boyu repeated again: "Come here."

There was more coldness in the voice, which made people listen and couldn't help being scared. Cen Simiao moved and prepared to go down the table, but Lin Zhenqi grabbed her arm and she froze.

Lin Zhenqi smiled rather than laughed. Instead of letting her move, she pinched her waist. Cen Simiao struggled subconsciously, but he was still pushed into the table by him.

The two were so close, Lin Zhenqi's breath fell on her neck, itching. He had deep eyes and a smile on his lips, but the whole man didn't seem happy at all: "If you listen to him now, where can I put it?"

Cen Simiao frowned, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, Song Boyu has come towards here. Lin Zhenqi raised an eyebrow and frowned Cen Simiao's cheek: "Stay well, and explain to me later."

He turned around and Song Boyu had approached and was about to reach out and drag Cen Simiao. Lin Zhenqi raised his hand to block him, smirking: "Why are you robbing someone when you are sick?"

Song Boyu's face was cold, his expression looked particularly sultry, his thin lips moved: "You go out."

Lin Zhenqi seemed to hear something interesting. She raised her brow and nodded, and nodded to him. She nodded, and stretched out her arms around Cen Simiao's shoulders. Sure, I'll go with her. "

But just when he was about to meet Cen Simiao, Song Boyu held his arm, his strength was particularly strong, and Lin Zhenqi was a little bit aching.

Anger was revealed from Song Boyu's eyes. He stared at Cen Simiao without paying attention to Lin Zhenqi's cry.

Cen Simao bowed her head, painted her exquisite makeup, and her clothes outlined curves, and the whole person looked dignified.

Song Boyu stared at her, the anger in his eyes surged, but he barely restrained, almost gritted his teeth: "You leave me again, forbid!"

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and looked up, but happened to hit his eyes. She didn't say anything, pursing her lips, she bowed her head and felt Song Boyu came to grab her.

Lin Zhenqi scolded and grinned, really angry, and was particularly unhappy. He raised his hand to push Song Boyu, grinning smirkly, and said rudely, "Why, I haven't finished communicating with her yet."

Lin Zhenqi put his arms on both sides of Cen Simiao's body, and then got closer, his eyes were dark, and the distance between them could almost kiss. The tip of his nose was next to Cen Simiao's chin and slowly descended.

Until it fell on her thin white neck.

He wrinkled his nose and sniffed. "Change the perfume."

This action is particularly ambiguous.

Cen Simao hides, frowns subconsciously, a look of rejection. Lin Zhenqi raised his lips and said softly, "What are you afraid of? Someone feels uncomfortable here? Well, let's go somewhere else."

He glanced at Song Boyu, then put his hand on Cen Simiao's calf, rubbed his fingertips a few times, and slowly meant to slide upwards.

Song Boyu stood there, all without seeing it, his eyes were dark, and now the anger between the eyebrows disappeared, and the anger and gloom replaced him.

He stared at Cen Simiao's calf, and the hands with dark skin on it.

As you go up, you are about to touch the skirt. Lin Zhenqi bent her mouth and said in a dumb voice, "Go, I'll hold you out."

He reached out to Lou Cen Simiao's waist, but suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him, raised his eyebrows, didn't even care, and didn't even look.

Lin Zhenqi was about to hug her, Cen Simiao's expression became startled, staring at him behind, with a big stare, he turned his head and glanced at it, just to see a vase slamming into his head .

The cracked sound of the porcelain piece sounded, and then fell on the floor. Lin Zhenqi's eyes were dark and hazy, and his forehead was stained with blood.

Song Boyu's jaw was tight, his lips were white, his eyes were cold and he could not see any fear or uneasiness, so he stared at him and fell to the ground.

Lin Zhenqi's lips moved and saw Song Boyu's crazy and distorted expression, trying to say something, but finally passed out.

It seemed that Cen Simiao was crying and crying in his ear, and his heart softened softly.

Cen Simiao was stiff. She sat at the table and didn't dare to move. There were still tears on her face. She was particularly worried about Lin Zhenqi's appearance just now.

Song Boyu's eyebrows were gloomy, and he lifted his feet across Lin Zhenqi, who fainted on the ground. He came to her, his eyes darkened, and he touched her chin: "Why didn't you come?

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she didn't speak, but felt that his sight was getting colder and colder. Song Boyu stroked her legs, and her strength was a little big.

He said, "You not only lie to me, but also to me."

Cen Simiao's white and tender skin was instantly reddened by him, and she felt a little pain. She couldn't help but hide and let Song Boyu's touching hand fall through.

His eyes darkened, and staring at Cen Simiao became horrible.

He hugged Cen Simiao horizontally, opened the door of the room and went out. Instead of rushing to leave the clinic, he went to Cen Simiao's office instead.

But a few steps away, Cen Simiao has been struggling. When he came in here, Song Boyu put her on a chair.

Cen Simiao shouted, "You let me go!"

But he was getting tighter and tighter, unbuttoning her clothes, and the white body was exposed to the air little by little.

His hands are particularly pretentious, and beside him is a dressing mirror, so he can see the ambiguous movements inside.

Cen Simiao bit her lower lip tightly, her heels dropped to the ground, her legs separated, and she stepped on the armrests of the chairs on both sides, her skirts all stacked around her waist.

Song Boyu's fingertips slowly rubbed, her breathing became faster and faster, and her cheeks flushed. Suddenly he leaned down and stared at it for a long while.

Cen Simao tried to close her legs, but he pressed him, unable to move at all, and angrily scolded him. Song Boyu was just like she hadn't heard. She could only sit in a chair and let him toss.

At night, the Song family was in chaos. When Song Boyu disappeared during the day, he rushed to find it. As a result, there is still no news.

The parents of the Song family were so anxious that they suddenly heard the sound of a car outside the door. Quickly go out to see, see the car driven out by Song Boyu parked at the door.

The two of them were relieved and were about to go up to ask what was going on, and saw that the door was open. Song Boyu was wearing only a cashmere sweater and his jacket was gone.

Immediately after, he went to the other side of the car, opened the door of the co-pilot, and bent over to hold Ceng Simiao, who was exhausted and had no strength to open his eyes.

She was wearing Song Poyu's coat, and the whole person was wrapped in it, but she still showed a part of her ankle, and she could vaguely see the ambiguous red mark on the moonlight.

Cen Simiao's hair was disheveled, covering her cheeks, and she was paralyzed, and Song Boyu was hugging her and walking home.

Seeing the parents of the Song family next to him, their faces were particularly ugly, and they wanted to reach out to stop them, but found that Song Boyu's eyes were cold, making people afraid to approach.

For several days, Cen Simiao was forcibly locked in the bedroom by him, and almost never got out of bed. She rubbed her brows and looked at Song Boyu, who was preparing to feed her.

He was focused and seemed satisfied with this state, and now he enjoys taking care of Cen Simiao quite. She pursed her lips. "When will you let me go?"

Song Boyu raised his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he did not answer the question. He put a spoon on her lips: "This porridge is very delicious. You try it."

Cen Simiao did not drink.

When he waited for the porridge in the spoon to cool, he refilled it in the bowl, and put it on her lips again.

Repeated several times, Cen Simiao still did not drink.

Song Boyu put the bowl down, and lay beside her like a child, leaning on her waist rather than relying on her cheeks, her cheeks pinching: "Tell me what you want to eat."

Cen Simiao said, "Let me go."

He paused and didn't respond. Cen Simiao said it again, but still didn't get the answer. She tirelessly repeated this sentence until Song Boyu became irritable.

The anger in his eyebrows showed, his jaw tightened, and he grabbed her arm and said, "Enough is enough! Staying by my side can't stand you so much?"

Cen Simiao glanced at him, and compared with his excited emotions, she seemed more calm.

Everything Song Boyu did these days was seen by the parents of the Song family, and he was particularly anxious. This is obviously because their children are entangled in others, and they forcefully bring Cen Simiao to the house without even letting her out of the bedroom.

The parents of the Song family couldn't see it, and they urged Song Boyu, but found that he had become extremely extreme, and it was impossible for him to let Cen Simiao take the initiative.

They were frowning and annoyed. Sometimes when Song Boyu was cooking for Cen Simiao in the kitchen, the mother Song secretly walked to the bedroom door and asked Cen Simiao quietly.

Cen Simiao was weak every time.

The mother of Song was terrified, afraid that Cen Simiao would be tossed to death. Cen Simiao knew her mind and didn't break it. She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, which had no card at all and could not access the Internet.

She squinted her eyes. Fortunately, Song Boyu was so energetic that she could exercise at any time and pass the time, otherwise it would be really boring to stay here.

For the past half month, during this period, the parents of the Song family thought of ways to send Cen Simiao out, but they all failed because Song Boyu looked at her seriously.

Cen Simiao gained a few pounds, she sighed, got out of bed, and walked around in the bedroom, always more activities.

Opening the curtains, the outside sunlight came in, and it was a bit dazzling. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly stared at a car parked not far from the gate.

This is Lin Zhenqi's car.

Cen Simiao stared sideways for a long time, raised the corner of her mouth, and then closed the curtain again.

Suddenly the door rang, and she turned to look at it. Song Poyu held the key to open the door, carrying milk in her hand, and saw her stepping on the ground barefoot with a frown.

He put down the milk, bent down, picked up Cen Simiao's slippers, then squatted down, raised her feet, and helped her put on.

"Beware of catching cold."

Cen Simiao said.

Song Boyu looked up violently, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. This was the first time she had spoken kindly in these days. He was particularly happy, hugging Cen Simiao and kissing her soft, warm red lips.

Cen Simao did not refuse.

For a few days, she could see the car outside the gate. And once Lin Zhenqi got out of the car and looked up here, but he was too far away to see nothing.

Cen Simiao can only see the vague figure.

After another two days, Mother Song suddenly ran upstairs and knocked on the door. Song Boyu was holding Cen Simiao, touching her hands dishonestly, and suddenly heard the voice and acted.

Mother Song was particularly anxious: "You're coming out, your dad fainted in the study, I can't move him, you come and help carry it."

Song Boyu frowned, and she got up from Cen Simiao. She pulled open the quilt to cover herself, and said to Song Boyu, "Hurry up."

He strode out, Cen Simiao narrowed his eyes, and after the door closed, he immediately got up to get dressed and listened to the movement outside.

The footsteps were particularly chaotic, and it was unclear who it was. Song Poyu should have entered the study, and the mother of Song followed, but heard another footstep approaching here.

Cen Simiao froze, and suddenly heard a slamming sound, as if the door was forced to close.

Immediately after the door of her room was knocked, Lin Zhenqi's voice said, "Because of you and I, my head was hurt. Do you want to make compensation?"

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and heard the voice of Mother Song. She was very sharp: "Hurry open the lock, the key is on Bo Yu, I can't get it. After you rescue her, you go quickly."

Lin Zhenqi used an uneasy tone: "Success, you can rest assured. After I take her away, I will definitely not hold your son to hit me."

As soon as the voice fell, he took the hammer handed out by Song Mu, and smashed the door lock with great strength, making a particularly loud sound. After two or three attempts, the door was finally opened.

Cen Simiao came out of the bedroom, her eyebrows were very charming, and the whole person was hooked from inside to outside.

She really didn't do it on purpose this time, mainly because of the severe torment by Song Boyu these days, and her condition didn't change for a while.

Lin Zhenqi gave her a glance, her face was a bit ugly, and her chest was still stuffy. After seeing Cen Simiao, she suddenly filled her heart.

His jaw was tight and his eyes were cold: "Come with me."

Before Cen Simiao was able to speak, she heard a loud noise, and she looked up. It was from the study next to her.

Song Boyu slammed the door desperately inside, and his voice was fierce, with fear and panic: "You are not allowed to go, you are not heard! You are not allowed to go!"

Cen Smiao pursed her lips.

He had to respond, panicking more, hitting the door harder, his voice trembling: "Why are you leaving again? Isn't it good to stay with me?"

While listening, Mother Song held her palms tightly and said angrily, "What have you been doing these days, I'll get you a doctor again, and when the illness is cured, you don't want her anymore."

He said to Cen Simiao, "Not yet."

Cen Simiao's feet moved, and the door slammed louder in the room, and his tone became humble: "Don't go, I won't stop you after you want to go out, and won't lock the door, where do you want to go? I'll let you go, don't leave, OK, I beg you. "

Cen Simiao opened her mouth to speak, but did not speak, raised her feet and took a few more steps. As she was about to go down the stairs, the sound of a door stop suddenly stopped.

He said, "Are you really leaving?"

Song Boyu's voice became silent and she could not hear any emotions, but her heart shuddered inexplicably.