All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Cen Simiao pushed him away.

Qiu Xiejie was unsteady when he was about to kiss her neck. He took a few steps back, with a little disappointment between his eyebrows, reached out and wiped his face, looking at Cen Simiao.

She lowered her head to tidy up her clothes, her neckline was ripped open, and her slender collarbone was exposed. In this world, because she temporarily changed the system, she did not check her favorability as often as before.

I probably expect to get about 20%.

I didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Qiu Jiejie saw that she didn't say a word, and was unwilling to talk to anyone. She asked for nothing, looked at the door, moved her steps, and said in her mouth, "I'm not going to disturb you here."

Cen Simiao rubbed her chin with her fingertips.

Footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door. Holding the door handle, I heard the door lock ring slightly.

She said, "I'm hungry."

The motion stopped, Qiu Xiejie turned around, his eyes were puzzled, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. Cen Simiao looked seriously. The two looked at each other for a while, and suddenly she frowned.

"I'm really hungry."

He raised his chin and looked at Cen Simiao from the top to the bottom. He was particularly intriguing and sneered: "Go, what do you want to eat."

Qiu Xiejie was rare and generous once, ordered a lot of good dishes, and the price of red wine was quite high. Cen Simiao went to eat while eating.

zero.

Killed.

She was a little skeptical, and said to the system in a subtle way: "Do you have the same functions compared to the cute system?"

The system is particularly rigorous: "We are a system jointly developed by Jinjiang and the prefecture. Each system has its own characteristics and cannot be generalized."

Cen Simiao was silent for a while, and asked directly, "Isn't it good?"

The system has no emotional ups and downs, and is very polite: "Quite, please be assured that the host will not attack. Our system will not pump. Excellent stability will always be your backing."

She started thinking about cuteness.

Qiu Jiejie changed her indifference before and took special care of her at the dining table. Cen Simiao smiled and accepted, bowed down to eat the dish, and suddenly he glanced at his hand touching the shirt cuff, as if to smooth.

There are inconspicuous folds.

She narrowed her eyes.

Looking back at the previous meeting, in addition to wearing swimming trunks by the sea, Qiu Xiejie has always been in a suit and leather shoes, with a particular focus on appearance.

Suddenly he looked up, as if he noticed something, Cen Simiao avoided his eyes and drank his head to eat. He lowered his chopsticks. The restaurant was in a good environment. There was no need for a private room. Everyone around him spoke in a low voice.

After wiping the paper towel, he asked, "What's going on with Ji Wen?"

Cen Simiao clamped chopsticks, put it in her mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed, and said without hesitation: "His heart is too big, and I don't even notice it in it."

The tone is irrelevant.

Qiu Xiejie looked at her for a moment, lowered her head, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and raised an eyebrow: "You want to stimulate him? Ji Wen came here with me, I know him."

"If he knew ..."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, her eyes darkened: "Know what?"

Qiu Xiejie froze for a moment, then laughed and went to pickle.

She looked away, bowed her soup, and tasted extremely delicious: "He was unwilling to resort to any means. He had some scruples at first, but in the past two years he has become increasingly underlined. I ca n’t persuade it."

Speaking later, his tone was a bit low.

Qiu Xiejie looked at the watch, the dark lines on it were exquisite, just eight o'clock. I thought that Cen Simiao was resentful because Ji Wen was stained with flowers outside, but she said nothing.

This is really in love, don't you care.

He lowered his head and sneered, not thinking about the mess: "It is not terrible to use any means, as long as he can hold it, and his emotions are not affected."

Cen Simiao frowned.

"Why, don't agree?" Qiu Xiejie bent his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Many people can do it by whatever means. But when halfway through the plan, the morality in my heart will pop out and condemn myself."

"Some people can't sustain their mental breakdown, and they lose out."

He sipped a spoonful of soup, blew it on his lips, and smelt his nose. "I admire him very much. But his bottom line is too low and shameful."

"People are more particular about it."

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and her heart felt a little itchy. She lowered her bowl and stirred the spoon, and she took a sip: "You and my bottom line don't seem to be that good."

Qiu Xiejie disagreed: "You are injured and chilled. I came here to be a messenger. What is wrong?"

She pursed her lips, shameless.

Suddenly he leaned forward, Cen Simiao froze, holding chopsticks in his hand, picking vegetables, and delivered them to his lips. He raised an eyebrow, and the smile in his eyes was absent.

Qiu Xiejie lowered his eyelashes and opened his mouth to swallow.

Cen Simiao was going to pick up vegetables again and suddenly heard: "Help me see the news on his mobile phone with President Qi."

She paused.

At night, the weather is particularly cold, that is, getting off at the hotel door, the wind instantly blows on the body, and for a short time, I feel trembling cold.

Cen Simiao returned to the hotel and stopped at the door of Ji Wen's room, knocking.

There was no response.

Continue to knock for a long time.

Only then heard the impatient and dumb voice: "Who, do not sleep at night."

"it's me."

There was a pause inside, saying nothing to open the door, and repeatedly sending her away.

Cen Simiao thinks it's not easy to peek at the phone. She hasn't been around other women as long as she is around Ji Wen. Qiu Jiejie might as well find a good-looking person, stuffed beside Ji Wen, and while not paying attention, picked up his mobile phone and glanced.

While back to the room, talk to the system.

Suddenly I heard: "Are you stupid? Your phone has a password. Can others open it?"

She frowned: "Then I don't know the password, though I look intimate ... hmm?"

Is this back?

The system didn't say anything for a long time, and twitched, and Cen Simiao shouted several times before talking: "I, I just came back. I feel a lot thinner, especially lightweight."

Cen Simiao squinted her eyes: "Are you not formatting, remember me?"

It is dejected, can't help but open the forum, want to download sad bgm, dare not. When I was at the headquarters, I was miserable, it was a nightmare, and a bunch of code changed.

After a while it became unable to speak, and after a while it was able to blurt out eight languages.

034 still says that it has poor patience and can't bear toss.

It couldn't help but want to pick a pick, scrapped it directly, and it was threatened. If it didn't work, let the 052 at the east of the village practice his hand.

Encouraged instantly.

After finally coming back, when I saw Cen Simiao, she wanted to hug her and cry, but there was no tear plug. It spoke of grievances and was blocked by her sentence: "I have a special grudge, so I miss you, let's talk about it first?"

The system was wronged and promised to give her a golden finger.

Get the phone password.

There are not many records. They should all be deleted. Ji Wen is very cautious. But some are still kept, and it is very critical. I want to keep them specifically.

Cen Simiao took these pictures with her mobile phone.

Instead of going directly to Qiu Xiejie, she pondered for a long time, which was too passive.

After traveling for many days, Cen Simiao did not approach him any more, but she was very considerate to Ji Wen and spoke softly when speaking.

Ji Wen was a little impatient. She knew what kind of person she was, and felt that she had done so deliberately in order to show affection to outsiders.

And I was thinking of other women.

But she didn't want to make her angry, so she had to deal with it with perfunctory care. Therefore, Qiu Jiejie saw the scene where the two were extremely loving. He could not be more natural, and there was no guilty expression on his face.

Cen Simao didn't look for him during this time, and he didn't do much. He didn't say a word. Quite cold, I mean colder than you.

Cen Simiao looked at favorability and had a headache.

Only five percent, it still rose when she promised to help peek at the phone.

When they were about to leave, a group of people sat down to eat together. Cen Simiao sat down next to Ji Wen, listening to the people in their company, and occasionally gave him food.

On the left hand side is Qiu Xiejie.

There is no eye contact at all.

Ji Wen was busy talking to the female colleagues around her, and a few of them were very happy. The female colleagues drank a few more glasses, some of them went up, and accidentally knocked the glass off with their arms.

The waiter hurried over to clean up.

Before the new cup was picked up, she became addicted to alcohol, picked up Ji Wen's cup, and took a sip.

He also greeted him to drink together. Ji Wen was urged several times and took Cen Simiao's glass directly.

Cen Simiao just poured the wine and drank it.

Qiu Xiejie noticed that she glanced at her, and Cen Simiao turned her head and looked straight at him. Qiu Xiejie raised an eyebrow, took his own glass, filled it with wine, and handed it to her.

Cen Simao didn't pick up, and then she got up. She stood up suddenly, and Ji Wen stopped drinking and frowned.

Cen Simiao took the glass from his hand.

Then go and pour red wine.

Colleagues around originally thought that they were going to quarrel, but they did n’t think so. Their temper was really good. They all praised her for being considerate and thought about pouring wine for Ji Wen.

Cen Simiao handed it to Ji Wen. When the cup was about to be caught, the cup fell to the ground and fell very crisply.

Everyone froze.

She said, "I drank too much, I didn't listen to my hands and feet, I'm sorry. I'll go back to my room to rest first."

Qiu Xiejie drew his eyebrows, took a sip of wine, smiled at his eyebrows, and said to those who have not calmed down, "Come, don't fret, keep drinking."

Back in the room, Cen Simiao went to take a bath first, turned on the TV and watched for a while, then suddenly heard the door ring. She was instantly energetic and put on slippers to open the door.

Qiu Xiejie stood at the door, carrying a packing bag in his hand.

All eaten.

Cen Simiao put it on the table and looked at it, the dishes were good. Qiu Xiejie sat on the sofa, helped open the lunch box, and smelled special: "You didn't eat much there, you will definitely be hungry."

She subconsciously looks favorably.

Five percent, it's not stable.

Cen Simiao didn't make much nonsense, and passed him the picture of his cell phone. Qiu Xiejie stared at the mobile phone with white lips and solemn expression. After a while, his brows were vaguely angry.

Cen Simiao didn't bother him.

Turn on the TV, turn down the volume, and watch for a while.

Qiu Xiejie put his phone down, and his face was particularly unsightly. He seemed to be getting up and going outside. Cen Simao raised her eyebrows, leaned on the sofa, and tilted her head: "Not planning to thank me?"

He glanced.

Cen Simiao looked serious.

Qiu Xiejie took off his blazer, revealing the shirt inside, wrapped with muscle lines, looking particularly strong. He reached for his button.

Cen Simiao frowned: "What do you do?"

He lifted his eyes, and didn't stop moving, but only slowly: "Give me all to you, and say you want to give Ji Wen a green hat, isn't this a good opportunity?"

With that said, the clothes had been untied and he was ready to take off his shirt.

Cen Simiao laughed a little.

He paused and raised a brow: "Don't look at me. Do you like the money? It's better than me."

She didn't speak, just stared at him.

Qiu Xiejie pursed his lips, took a seat on the sofa, and glanced at the food: "If you like anything, tell me, whenever you want, I will bring it to you."

Give money, feed, and demand.

As long as you bring him something useful and valuable. But there is no emotion at all. Qiu Xiejie is realistic enough.

Cen Simiao moved, leaned towards him, and touched his side with his hand, sliding down gently.

Pass the throat knot, the clavicle, and finally land on his chest.

Qiu Xiejie tightened her waist.

Suddenly she heard her say: "Record this to Ji Wen, even without your thanks, the exciting purpose can be achieved. But you are in trouble."

Qiu Xiejie looked up instantly and stared at her with sharp eyes.

She looked charming and smiled.

The expression on Cen Simiao's face was somewhat uncontrolled.