All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The bathroom was quiet.

The phone has been scrapped into the water. Qiu Xiejie looked at her for a long time, lowered her eyelashes, put the flowers in the side aside, straightened her waist. The smile on her face just disappeared, and her brows were serious: "Is iron heart not going to tell me?"

Ceng Simiao had water on her hands, and lowered her head to fiddle with the straps on her shoulders. She wanted to step back, slipped into the middle of her arms, and turned her head: "Are you still here?"

Qiu Xiejie's eyes fell on her naked skin, white and delicate. Raised her eyebrows, turned her head and turned out. He also brought the door.

Outside the door.

"You wash slowly."

Cen Simiao raised her eyes and waited for a while, when the door of the room rang, and no one was in the room. She brought Qiu Xiejie here, of course she intended to tell him, but not now.

You have to toss.

Qiu Xiejie was like a mirror in his heart. Although he was anxious, he didn't panic. Go back to your room, sit on the sofa, and rub your brows.

The begging was done, it didn't work.

Cen Simiao made it clear that he was using his temper, and if he changed to something else, he could still play patiently with him, but now there was not enough time.

Leaning her head back, leaning against the sofa, closing her eyes, her brain went blank.

Especially tired.

Try hard to recall what Cen Simiao had said during this time, guess her thoughts at the moment. Suddenly frowned.

teacher.

He opened his eyes sharply, raised his chin, his expression intriguing. There is a cell phone next to it, grab it and dial out.

The bell was ringing.

Connected.

There is a special politeness: "Qiu, why do you think you're looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

He smiled unconsciously on his lips, his eyes darkened: "Well, there's something for you to help."

"Go ahead, I'll do it for you."

Qiu Xiejie knocked on the corner of the table, his tone was a little careless, but the emotion in his eyes was particularly deep: "Little things, but ..."

Somewhat unkind.

In a blink of an eye, Cen Simiao dragged a few suitcases, and Ji Wen stood by, without any help at all. She frowned, walked directly to it, and threw the box at Ji Wen, who was talking to the girl.

Then turned away.

Ji Wen shouted a few times in the back, she didn't hear her at all.

Qiu Xiejie looked aside. Why didn't she have to be awesome at this time, and quarreled with Ji Wen directly, it was all on him.

Cen Simao suddenly turned around, and their eyes collided.

He hesitated for a moment, and the expression of watching the movie was caught. Then she smiled at her with a sincere smile.

Cen Simiao lowered her eyes and saw that Ji Wen's shoes had gone to the other side. She raised her lips and her heels flicked the ground. Stop in front of Qiu Xiejie.

He bent his eyes, "What, miss me?"

The tone was extremely ambiguous and didn't mind being heard.

Cen Simiao looked at him carefully. Qiu Xiejie was a little puzzled. As soon as he looked down, he heard: "The corner of the shirt is exposed."

He suddenly changed his face.

It's still the same style. The suit shirt, shirt is stuck inside, and the corners of the clothes are exposed, which is particularly ugly. Brows are extremely tight. I checked many times when I was wearing clothes. How could this happen?

Cen Simiao frowned, relying on the system to help.

Little cute now sneaks the plug-in, there is no bgm to choke it. Silently, I haven't seen the host use golden fingers in this place.

Brain circuit hydrogen.

In China, just after getting off the plane, Cen Simiao received a call from the school.

One hundred thousand tone of urgency.

It was said that she had never been in class, and was known by the parents of the students, who had noisy to sue him. She said that she didn't work with money alone, which made it clear that she was taking advantage of the public.

Cen Simiao dropped her luggage and went to school. The more you think about it, the more wrong it is. This kind of thing is not uncommon at all. How can a student's parents take care of it?

Moreover, she gave the salary to the substitute teacher. Although the reason for the long vacation was fabricated, it was still reasonable.

Who can't live with her.

Cen Simao sank into her heart, walked to the principal's office, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw a gentleman sitting with a frown on her face, with a serious expression.

After seeing her, she immediately dragged the principal and talked about the principle.

Ceng Simiao was secretly both in the light and the dark.

She pursed her lips and stood aside, just about to speak, and suddenly the phone rang. Sorry, I turned to answer.

Unknown local number.

There is Qiu Xiejie's voice over there.

Cen Simao frowned, and the voice on the phone was particularly mild: "Why did you leave in a hurry, I still want to invite you to dinner. What happened?"

Threat.

Her chin was tense, and her anger was up, no matter what he planned or planned, she sneered: "I tell you, if you lose this job today, you don't want to hear a little news from my mouth."

"Anyway, in the end, it was Ji Wen who won, so I accompany him to eat and drink, and I earn more than I do now."

"You don't have to."

Hang up directly.

Qiu Xiejie stood in front of the company's floor-to-ceiling window. The sun outside was just right and fell on him, but still couldn't cover the gloom. Originally thought that Cen Simiao wanted to let Ji Wenzhang keep abreast of her money, and then went with her to live a dull life.

Then you cannot lose your job.

That's why he thought about it.

But what she said at the moment, though angered, really worked.

Qiu Xiejie lowered his head and smiled lightly, but the gloom between his eyebrows lasted for a long time.

With regard to his work, he had served softly, and he called in the past to make people withdraw, no longer embarrassed. As soon as I hung up, I called over there.

Cen Simiao resigned herself.

She didn't want to work at all, and it was useless to occupy this position. Qiu Xiejie reminded her that it might cause troubles. It is better to choke to death early.

With thorough thoughts on her side, Qiu Xiejie started to froze, her face became ugly, she paced unconsciously, poured a few glasses of ice water, and her irritability was not reduced.

What has changed is the system.

It stared at the progress bar, screamed, but Jinger put bgm on it: "Let's do it! The favorability has decreased so much, it has become five percent, and then it will start again!"

Cen Simiao was upset, holding her stomach full of anger, and now she is very negative about Qiu Xiejie.

The system was particularly panic.

Let Cen Simiao quickly figure out a way to continue this way, its performance is over, how to get the year-end award, how to marry a beautiful system.

Almost released bgm in crying cavity.

It is just as pitiful as the child whose parents are divorced.

Cen Simiao sighed and told it that nothing had happened. The decline in favorability was temporary. After a while, it would definitely soar.

Qiu Jiejie is just like that, but she is dealing with him now, even if she likes it again, she will get angry, so she must give some time to buffer.

The sound of tears falling from the system: "Don't bluff me, I know this favorability is lost forever."

The voice just fell.

"——Ding, the target favorability is increased by 5%, and the current favorability is 10%."

"——Ding, plus three percent of the target favorability ..."

"——Ding, plus ten percent of your target favorability ..."

"..."

The system scolded directly, and his brain was sick.

Cen Simiao calmed down and thought about it, Qiu Xiejie had never exposed her true self in front of her. Every appearance will upset the previous image.

He was really anxious about Ji Wen, otherwise he wouldn't be so exhausted. Qiu Xiejie now has to fight for it anyway, otherwise when Ji Wen gets the momentum, he will only be left unlucky.

It's not that I never thought about finding someone to follow Ji Wen secretly to investigate whereabouts.

But Ji Wen is not stupid. He is smarter than anyone else in this regard. If you hit the grass, the next time you hit the shot, it is estimated that the situation will be more difficult than it is now.

He went out with the car key.

Cen Simiao was shopping, it was already night, and it was getting dark, carrying a packing bag, and came out of the mall to find a restaurant, ready to go in.

Received a call from Qiu Xiejie.

She didn't hang up this time and made an appointment to meet.

The park is next to the restaurant, which is especially lively in summer evenings. Now the weather is getting colder and quieter. Except for the cars passing by hurriedly on the roadside, there was some sound.

Cen Simiao casually ate something to slap her belly, and then went to the park. Looking into the distance, there were a few cars approaching this side, the lights were dim, and it was not clear whether there was Qiu Xiejie's car.

Heels stepped on the ground with high heels.

Suddenly a car in front turned to the right, and the headlights of the car shone straight at her. Cen Simiao's eyes narrowed with excitement, and the car was getting closer, seeing the license plate above.

She stopped.

The car went out and immediately opened the door. Qiu Xiejie's hair was torn by a cold wind. He looked at Cen Simiao.

Quickly walked to her, the key of the car was in his pocket, and with the coldness of his body, he happened to be carrying the light and could not see the emotion in his eyes.

Speaking is particularly straightforward: "You deliberately brought me things you want to meet with someone, just to tell me what happened."

"Why are you still carrying it? What do you want, you say?"

Cen Simiao bent her lips and said, "Well, you're right."

Then she stopped speaking, the cold wind blew her broken hair on her forehead, drilled down the collar, twisted her head and rubbed her arms.

Qiu Xiejie pursed his lips tightly.

Cold voice: "What do you want."

Cen Simao raised her brow, approached him, touched his chest, felt a little cold across the clothes, and gently stroked: "I don't know."

Qiu Xiejie's jaw was tightened, her eyes glared at her, Cen Simiao smiled, but her eyes were not ambiguous. Don't laugh too much.

With ridicule, mixed with something else.

He reached out and touched Cen Simiao's cheek, his movements were gentle, and he slowly slid down and landed on his neck.

"I wish I could choke you now."

The tightly frowning eyebrows were loosened, the spine was straight, and the originally tight lips were bent, with a flamboyant smile, as if changed into a person.

Cen Simiao frowned, her face unchanged, and she was very comfortable.

Suddenly kneeling straight, one knee.

Her eyes tightened suddenly.

What Cen Simiao wants, Qiu Jiejie knows better than her. The two of them are the same person, and their favorite is the surrender of others.

He didn't have the slightest distress in his eyes, but was happy, as if solving a trouble.

The tone is soft, it sounds very sincere, it seems to be wiped out, but the eyes are full of belligerent desires | Hope: "I beg you, tell me?"

Ceng Simiao felt itchy.

Qiu Xiejie raised her chin and raised her eyebrows when she didn't say a word. "Or else, will I kneel on this leg for you?"

His whole man was taunted and untamed, he didn't seem to be asking for help, even when he was kneeling, he was particularly imposing, and his eyes were deep: "No matter what, the loser must not be me."