MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 19 Little Young X Yao Yan Girl (4)

Cen Simiao was sitting in the corner, her head down, and holding the glass tightly.

The people at the banquet were all dressed in expensive clothes. They raised their hands to show their grace, and talked and hid three points. Gu Yu was so happy to talk to others. He never mentioned anything about business dealings. He relied on humor and humor to gain a lot of good impressions.

There was a female companion standing next to him, with a few words from time to time, her eyes frowning, her general appearance.

Earn enough for Gu Yu.

The progress was smooth here. Suddenly he felt wrong and his expression remained unchanged. He looked up the hall and saw Cen Simiao, pursing his lips.

Gu Yu said goodbye first, lifted her feet and walked to Cen Simiao, seeing her low mood, she didn't seem to feel him. Slightly leaned down and turned his head.

Her eyes hit her gaze.

He froze, full of unwillingness and a hint of despair.

Somehow, her throat tightened, and all the words to coax her were stuck, and she couldn't spit out a word.

Cen Simiao bent her lip corner: "Brother."

Gu Yu glanced back and closed his eyes, um, he was about to speak, and a sound of high heels sounded beside him. Wu Yunrui's voice has always been sweet and sweet, even if the tone is very serious, it is very itchy in people's ears.

"Da Zhang is asking you, waiting over there."

He frowned for a moment, and wanted to pass immediately, but was afraid that Cen Simao would have a suspicion against him. Wu Yunrui answered in a soft tone: "Hurry up, I'll accompany Miss Gu to talk, and our girls have a conversation together."

Gu Yu glanced at Cen Simiao.

The latter took a sip of red wine without looking up.

After the wine crossed his throat, the person had already left, leaving Wu Yunrui to walk beside him. She is very good at talking: "Your skirt looks so good. I've seen it in the mall before, but I didn't want to buy it."

Cen Simiao is wearing a long black dress with a fishtail waist, a slim figure, and a more radiant and fair complexion, but her makeup is a gentle way.

Add a touch of elegance.

She said nothing at all: "Let my brother buy it for you."

Wu Yunrui was pleased to say that he was choked by such a word, and relieved for a moment. The smile on the corner of his lips was natural: "I and Gu Yu are just friends. This time, he lacks a female companion and can't bear to tire you, so drag me coming."

She is not stupid, knowing what the situation is now, and will never confront Cen Simiao. Gu Yu likes her, and it has a lot to do with not being small.

Cen Simiao felt very boring, she lowered her eyebrows, and suddenly smiled, lowering her voice: "My brother rarely ties with the opposite **** so closely. It seems that I have to find a way to help him get involved."

"Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to call someone bitch."

Wu Yunrui's expression flustered, and the smile on her lips became awkward, but her eyebrows were unconsciously a little proud. As soon as she was going to refute, she heard Cen Simiao said, "Sister Yun Rui, I think you are so nice."

She froze, wondering.

Cen Simiao frowned: "I have talked about this child, our relationship must be very close, right?"

Wu Yunrui nodded quickly.

Cen Simiao's eyes narrowed: "Then I won't conceal you either. I've got a tight hand lately and my family is very strict. Can you lend me some money?"

She gave a meal, and said with a smile, "Why do you look like a person who lacks money? How much do you want?"

Cen Simiao tilted her head, the price of two new bags.

Wu Yunrui's smile was a little stiff.

Because she is poor, although she is also very arrogant, but she has never been as luxurious as Cen Simiao. Her financial source is Gu Yu, giving more to less, holding it.

Anyway, among a group of little sisters, it is enough scenery.

She didn't dare to ask, lest she become the woman with only money in her eyes, which Gu Yu hated.

Cen Simiao received the transfer, her eyes were bent, she was very happy, and said to her: "I will pay you back if you have money. If you can't wait, ask my brother for it."

Wu Yunrui held her cell phone, and her nails became pale due to the force.

The money was lost.

After a while at the banquet, some people played dancing music everywhere, and many people danced together. Wu Yunrui consciously got up, walked towards the center of the hall, took a few steps, and suddenly paused.

Looking back at Cen Simiao.

Bending the corners of his lips, full of modesty: "Go and accompany him to dance, I have heard that you dance very well."

Cen Simiao looked up: "I don't think he can jump well."

Wu Yunrui smiled exquisitely, didn't respond much, turned to go to Gu Yu, leaned back softly, he took the opportunity to hold his waist, and the two cooperated extremely well.

Gu Yu only felt that the alcohol was on his head, he was a little excited in his bones, he was very excited, and his movements were chic. He already looked good, and was usually restrained, making people feel warm.

Now it feels a little different.

With a jump, he was awake suddenly, looking back at the corner, long gone.

Gu Yu sank.

Going out of the hall and going forward is the entrance and exit. The place is particularly spacious. The lights are bright, and the sky is dark, but the moon is not seen.

The fountain is like a waterfall and it is very imposing.

She stood beside and was quite cool. There was a lot of people in the hall just now, and it was very boring. All night, without seeing An Zeru, Cen Simiao frowned.

If he didn't show up, wouldn't he come for nothing?

An Zeru deliberately hid outside, and when he saw that he had set up these imaginary things, he had a headache. Fear of being dragged to the banquet, like a mask, saying shit.

I was playing billiards and the phone rang five times.

He did not answer.

Thinking of saying that the phone is muted without hearing the fool.

As a result, the people around them rang.

The mouth was open: "If he doesn't come back this time, the card will stop."

An Zeru held his breath.

The sound of the waterfall was endless, and Cen Simiao closed her eyes. The whole person was especially comfortable. Suddenly her brows were tightened, her eyes opened and her eyes were serious.

It seemed to hear the vibration of the motor, the tire rolling over the ground, and the sound of instant friction. It was exactly the same as that night.

The sound became louder and louder, and bright spots appeared in the distance. In just a few seconds, it had turned into a ball of light, and the eardrum vibrated. The cyclist clenched the handlebars, the curvature of the spine was just right. The posture looks casual and comfortable.

Getting closer and closer. Cen Simiao could hear the muffled sound of the fuel tank.

The light approached, especially dazzling, and the moment she closed her eyes, she saw the rider, her hair was blown back by the wind, exposing a wide forehead, her eyes slightly raised, her eyes stubborn.

Without slowing down, he headed straight for her. With a gust of wind, the skirt floated back at will, the hair on the forehead covered the eyelashes.

The night was dull, the fountain and waterfall ran across, and a few drops of water splashed on her skirt, drenched, and wrapped around her waist, holding a handful.

An Zeru stared at her.

Cen Simiao opened her eyes, and the car was about to rush to her eyes. She hurriedly dodged, but suddenly saw An Zeru turned the car, emptied the ground, and then fell down, and turned to the other side.

The car stopped.

He tilted his head and a smile on his lips, mockingly.

Cen Simao followed his sight, and he did not move away either. His legs were | separated, and he sat on the locomotive, raising his chin, and there was an unpleasant emotion in the corners of his brows.

She walked over on high heels, her voice was crisp and she didn't see the slightest embarrassment. Cen Simiao stopped a few steps away from him, her eyes lightened.

A corner of the lips ticked: "Why so much resentment."

The ending is soft, like a feather. An Zeru looked at her from top to bottom, very different from that day's dress, but this expression of hate can never be wrong.

He sneered, put his foot on the car, and leaned back: "Seriously, I have met someone like you for the first time."

Cen Simiao was interested: "How do you feel?"

An Zeru glanced at her and sneered: "It's **** bad."

He was wearing casual clothes today, loose and sloppy. He took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket and squeezed a light. Take a deep breath: "You are too righteous."

Cen Smiao nodded, her eyes gushing like water, and a hint of temptation. She wore a strapless dress with fair skin and soft voice: "Yeah, I made a lot of money for the hotel that night."

After all, a dozen room cards.

An Zeru's face turned black, and he remembered that he was deceived like a fool. His tone was very embarrassing: "Thank you very much for your generosity, and by the way, I gave a lesson to Lao Tzu."

Cen Simiao stepped closer, and her lips were gentle in color: "I don't have to thank him, I just paid back what I owed me that day."

An Zeru was already in a bad mood. Now she is even more angry, and her frown is about to snoring. Suddenly she is close again, and her thighs are hot.

He suddenly became cyanotic.

When the reaction came, Cen Simiao had taken out the cigarette case from his pocket, sandwiched the cigarette with his fingertips, and raised his eyebrow: "This cigarette, I took it back."

With a somber face, An Zeru grabbed the lighter first. Unexpectedly, she held the cigarette in her mouth, leaned forward, and the smoke hit him.

The two were close at once.

Hitting her eyes together, her eyes were gentle but extremely restless, picking on the corners of her eyes, slender fingers gripping the cigarette, her head slightly tilted, and leaning against his ear.

"I just lied to you."

Looking at An Zeru again, the corners of his lips reminded: "Then, what are you going to do to me?"