All The Male Leads Have Blackened

"How good is it?"

A rare seriousness of the system: "99%."

"..." Check again.

"Ninety-nine percent."

Cen Simiao peeled the tangerine and put a flap in her mouth, her brows frowned, and she felt that something was wrong. I touched my neck, and although I only let it go for a while, let it go, but there was a red mark on it.

It still hurts.

She was alone at home. He didn't give Qiu Jie a good look these days. He was so courageous that he went out to buy things again.

She stood up, her gaze fell on the TV wall, and slowly moved away, looking around the house, staring at the corner of the table for a while.

Without changing clothes, wearing home clothes, picking up the phone, carrying a bag, opening the door and going out.

Just standing at the door.

Just three minutes after the phone time, Qiu Xiejie called.

She was patient.

I took the trouble there and called again and again.

Connected, with a rather cold tone: "Why?"

Qiu Xiejie didn't mind, he could feel his eagerness over the phone, and a little anxiety to hide: "You go, no, are you home?"

Cen Simiao glanced at the door: "Yeah, at home."

There was a pause there, there was no movement, only the sound of breathing, Cen Simiao frowned, took out the key from the bag, turned around, opened the door to enter.

The door slammed shut.

The spirit came on the phone instantly: "What sound, how can it be related to the door sound"

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows, looked around the room again, changed her slippers, and said casually, "Qiu Xijie, the family is haunted."

Then hung up the phone.

Surveillance was actually used. It didn't let her notice it during the installation, which was really troublesome. She pursed her lips, didn't go to the camera and went back to the room to open the wardrobe.

Unbuttoning the clothes, throwing the large home clothes to the side, the waist is exquisite, and the white tender skin is exposed to the air.

Gently press, the underwear buckle on the back is loosened, the shoulder strap slips off, and the chest is a large white.

She stood in front of the wardrobe unhurriedly, picking clothes.

The phone rang again. Cen Simiao was sitting on the bed, two straight legs stretched forward and lay together. Touch your fingertips lightly.

"What's wrong?" The epilogue meant something.

The sound of breathing became heavy and the voice was low: "Can you toss me less?"

Cen Simiao frowned subconsciously, bending her eyes again, sliding her fingertips, hooking up the elastic band on the lower abdomen, and then releasing.

The sound of the sound on the skin was dull.

The phone was deliberately close to the lower abdomen, and she took it to her ear again: "I don't understand."

Suddenly the door rang, and the sound of a key turning. Cen Simiao frowned, immediately hung up the phone, picked up the white shirt she had been staring at, and put it on her body in a mess.

Qiu Xiejie's clothes have a hem just over the hips.

She squinted her eyes and walked to the living room. Qiu Xiejie was holding a lot of things and placed it directly on the ground. His face was so ugly that his throat moved several times.

The place where Cen Simiao stood was in his eyes, without changing shoes, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was particularly clear. She was full of anger between her eyebrows, and stared at her, asking, "Are there any problems in your brain? What do you want to do in your own home?"

Qiu Xiejie didn't seem to hear her. The two were very close together. He raised his chin, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at her wantonly.

"This one looks better than home clothes."

He touched his arm, his palm was warm, and he seemed to be touching his clothes, all the way to the neckline: "It's just that the cloth isn't very good. This one is comfortable for me. Should I try it?"

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she was about to get angry. She was caught tightly, and her hands on her waist were suffocating.

She pushed her head back and refused, Qiu Xiejie just kissed his neck.

In his ear was his gasping voice: "This won't come in handy, I'll show you the picture later and watch it together."

After speaking, Cen Simiao was held on the table. She put her hands behind her and glanced at him. His eyebrows were cold and his toes crossed his shoulder: "It's shameless."

When the sky was getting dark, Qiu Xiejie held his waist and took a shower, then went to the kitchen to cook. Cen Simiao was lying on the bed softly. The screen was lit with a cell phone thrown next to it.

It's all the picture on the dining table just now.

Cen Simiao glanced, cleared her throat, and was a little dumb.

The range hood was rumbling and could not hear Qiu Xiejie's movements in the kitchen. She rubbed her wrists and was sour. Open WeChat, a lot of news popped up in the group.

This is the group that the original owner added with Ji Wen. It's all rich wives.

I wanted to delete it, but clicked in.

Suddenly attracted her attention.

@ 关爱 孤 孤 小女: I went to Mi Se today, where the door is still closed.

@ 恶 悠悠 爱爱 悠悠: Some people report at both ends for three days, I definitely think it is better to close the door to avoid the limelight. Otherwise, I can't stand it all the time.

@Life is too special: Hey, there is no place to have fun.

Cen Simiao stared at the cell phone, and Honey was the place where she had been mad at Qiu Jiejie before. He called frequently the other day, and she casually said that there were handsome guys around him, and Qiu Xiejie no longer said a word.

Later I knew that she was actually at home and called to complain.

During this time, even if she went out, Qiu Xiejie never thought she had gone to honey.

Squinting his eyes, don't be a ghost.

Looking at the people who complained in the group of eyes, shook his head and sighed, and looked at the kitchen across the door slit, it was really evil.

In the kitchen, Qiu Qiejie took a kitchen knife to cut vegetables and cook. He said that he was better than Cen Simiao, and he used to live a bitter life. With boiling water in the pot, he rushed and prepared to go to the bedroom first.

Suddenly I heard the phone ring.

He froze, his eyebrows dimmed, and walked to the unmonitored storage room: "Are things ready?"

There was a hesitant tone over there: "Okay, okay, but aren't you really planning to heal? Anyway, I can live longer, better than that."

"Strong? Where is Qiang?" The storeroom was dark, especially dim. Qiu Xiejie stood upright and looked out the window.

For a long time, there are more days when you are unconscious on the bed. At that time, you will be completely taken care of by people without any consciousness. I am afraid that Cen Simiao will have to see it all.

Qiu Xiejie opened the window, feeling a little stuffy, and the cold wind blew in. "You really asked, did she have parents at home?"

"Well, she died a few years ago. You ask her how good it is, why have to check it?"

He frowned: "I'm full to get rid of her scars?"

There was a lingering speech, a dull response, and Qiu Xiejie asked: "Are all arrangements tonight?"

After dinner, Cen Simao was pulled out, her legs were sore, she had no strength to step on the ground, and couldn't understand what Qiu Xiejie was thinking.

He just walked into the alley, saying that even if he was tired, he walked in a weird posture and no one saw it.

Cen Simiao was too lazy to refute, but as soon as he walked for a while, a flower bloomed in front of him. She squinted her eyes, and now she still plays this set.

There were three people standing in front, all wearing masks and knives in their hands.

She was behind Qiu Xiejie.

I was going to let the system knock these people down, but Qiu Xiejie quarreled with them and rushed directly to fight. Cen Simiao was a little embarrassed, but he was not in a hurry. The system said that he would never be injured.

The knife has eyes now.

As soon as the voice fell, Qiu Xiejie was scratched on his arm. Cen Simiao hurried over, and the group had already fled. He covered his wound and looked at Cen Simiao worriedly: "Is there something wrong?"

She was so angry that she called the system out.

The system is wronged, it wouldn't hurt! Unless he stabs himself with a knife!

Cen Simao paused, and looked at Qiu Jiejie, his face was somber, staring angrily at the direction of the group when they escaped, muttering in his mouth, if they would revenge, they would certainly not let them go.

She couldn't say anything.

The next few days, Qiu Xiejie rarely did not stick to her again. Go to the company regularly and tell her to stay at home, but there are always reasons to let her go out.

For example, toothpaste at home is gone.

For example, it's time to pay the electricity bill.

Cen Simiao thinks this person is particularly interesting. He follows the meaning and plays with his bag. He always feels that someone is following. She panicked naturally.

With a strong focus on systemic language, Qiu Xiejie specifically asked someone to follow him, and he was still driving behind.

For several days, she was suspicious, especially panic, and a little afraid of going out. Every time Qiu Xiejie went to the company, she showed a special resentment.

He was kind and coquettish, without any impatience: "Good, wait for me."

Cen Simiao made an excuse to stay: "You are not at home, I have to wash the fruit myself, I have been cooking recently, and I do n’t know where to put the salt. Also, the tap was broken yesterday, and you happened to be away and made me All water. "

Qiu Xiejie frowned, but couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, struggling to squeeze: "These are all things I have to do by myself, how can you rely on me, what will you do in the future."

Cen Simiao bowed her head.

Just twenty minutes later, I called again and said that it was time to pay for gas.

She lost her temper: "Don't you pay when you can't come back?"

Qiu Xiejie was particularly tired over there: "Okay, I'm quite busy, but I can still squeeze out free time. If you have no time at home ..."

Cen Simiao frowned: "Without you, I'll just go."

Stepping out the door, as expected, she followed people. She took a relatively remote road this time.

On this road, she was alone, and the sound of high heels stepped on the ground, especially crisp, and suddenly another footstep appeared, and she turned back subconsciously.

The man looks handsome.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and saw him sneer with her own eyes. Her eyes were fierce, and her mouth cursed for revenge, because she didn't ask for a favor that night, she made a comeback.

She frowned, and the man froze when she saw that she didn't respond. Cen Simiao sighed inconceivably, and immediately tensed her chin, her body trembling and holding her back: "During the day, don't mess around, I warn you!"

The man hurried on and said a few more threatening words, and Cen Simiao ran away in a panic.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he was about to call, Qiu Jiejie called up, and said the first sentence: "What do you do to scare her? Not at all!"

He opened his mouth and was particularly wronged. Isn't that scary?

Cen Simiao ran home, brewing her emotions, her voice trembling, she called Qiu Qiejie, looming crying. He was soothing on the other end of the phone, a little distressing.

He hung up the phone. Within ten minutes, he opened the door and came in.

Cen Simiao suddenly flew into his arms, Qiu Xiejie held tightly, feeling the body in his arms trembling, and the distress on his face was more obvious: "Good, don't be afraid, I will stay with you."

She murmured, "I'm really scared."

Qiu Xiejie painted her eyebrows, with thousands of nostalgia, and her eyes were a little puzzled: "Is it best to stay with me?"