MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 20 Little Young X Fairy Girl (5)

The smell of cigarettes is mixed with perfume, mixed together, and sucked into the nasal cavity. An Zeru smoked, his expression flickered for a moment, and I did not know how to react.

Suddenly soot fell on the back of the hand.

He glanced back, frowning, rudely holding the cigarette in his hand, the back of his hand turned red, and he blew a few times. The body moved back, his expression was rather disgusting.

With a sneer: "Who the **** is rarely involved with you."

After speaking, he turned his head to the side, extinguished the smoke in his hand, and acted to start the car. Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and called him out: "Hey."

An Zeru was completely ignorant and kept moving. The key turned to the left, and the crisp sound of high heels sounded. There was another warmth in my ears.

He bent subconsciously.

Cen Simiao seemed to coax the child: "You have too much temper, don't get angry."

An Zeru felt that she was getting more and more angry. She was okay when she didn't speak, and was annoyed by the sound. Tightened his jaw and put up with it.

Still couldn't hold back, turned her head to face her eyes.

Cen Simao raised her eyebrows, lowered her eyebrows, and didn't stare at him, taking a sip casually. He heard his voice cold: "No matter what I do, I can't take care of you."

"Still worry, apply more masks, sister."

Cen Simiao grasped the cigarette with her fingers, tilted her head, spit out her eyes, and then looked back, seeing his sarcasm look, she didn't care about her.

She chuckled and pulled his hand down. An Zeru didn't respond, was caught by her, and then the burning cigarette was put in his hand.

Cen Simiao's tone was loose: "If you're so angry, you don't need to pay it back, so you can collect it."

Then turned and walked towards the hall.

The waist is thin, the legs are long, and the steps are very charming.

An Zeru's face was ugly, her eyes annihilated the cigarette, she gritted her teeth and saw the lipstick marks left on the cigarette holder.

Different from the big red on the throat knot that day.

For a moment, he returned to God, and the figure in front of him was far away. He suddenly remembered why Cen Simiao appeared here. He pursed his lips and did not expect to really be involved with Anjia.

What's her idea?

An Zeru didn't return to the room to change clothes, and dressed directly into the lobby in a casual dress. It was particularly eye-catching among a group of people in suits and shoes.

No matter how uncomfortable he was, he was able to measure clearly. He smiled and saw a few words. Gaze swept unnoticed in the crowd several times.

The girl standing next to it was very attentive. When she noticed it, she dragged him to the side and whispered, "Who are you looking for? Your buddies and your character can be pushed if you can push them. You call back. "

An Zeru absently responded.

After a pause, suddenly asked Xiao Suzhen: "Did you see a woman in a black skirt?"

Xiao Suzhen didn't understand.

He added: "Looking at the pride."

Xiao Suzhen lowered his eyelashes, smiled at the corners of his lips, and joked, "When have you been so proactive and so bothered to find someone else?"

He sneered, his eyebrows just flattened again: "Sister? Sister is pretty much the same."

Xiao Suyan frowned, and was ready to continue to ask, and saw An Zeru look away, looking reluctant to mention it again.

She was fine.

The banquet was very busy, and now it was the third song, dancing in pairs. Xiao Suzhen took a sip of red wine and felt bored, and said Jiaojiao: "Let's go dancing too. It's boring to stay like this."

An Zeru couldn't get upset, and asked her to jump for someone else.

Xiao Su froze for a moment, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, staying on the side of the entrance of the hall. A long black dress, wrapped in a white body, with a slender neck and a straight back.

Right now the corners of the lips are bending. But the whole person seemed extremely inaccessible.

She glanced subconsciously at An Zeru. He was looking down at the red wine in the glass. He didn't notice it, and suddenly turned his head to see Xiao Suzhen's eyes frown.

Xiao Su raised her eyebrows: "Why can't I see you?"

He laughed in a low voice and shook his head without talking. After filling a glass of wine, he was about to go for the second glass, raised his eyes and looked at it, his eyebrows fluttered, and the black long skirt reflected in his eyes.

With a movement of his throat, he took a sip of wine.

Cen Simiao is talking to people and talking about some business matters. She was very inexperienced and curious about this, and the other side talked about it repeatedly, she nodded and remembered.

Cen Simao was quietly looking at the position where An Zeru was sitting with Yu Guang.

Then the corners of her lips were bent, and the gentle smile was as if they were two people beside the fountain. Suddenly the other party closed his speech, looked in the hall, and said softly, "Let's go to a dance, too?"

Cen Simiao frowned.

She dances very well, every step is on the rhythm, the skirt is light and the dancing is the most outstanding in this group. In contrast, the dance partners are somewhat inferior.

The other side was smug and pleased.

An Zeru tilted her head, staring closely, shaking the wine glass, and seeing Cen Simiao's frowns, a gentle and demure look.

Snorted: "Pretend."

It seemed to cooperate with him, Cen Simiao laughed more tenderly.

An Zeru filled his head with stuffiness.

After a while, the music stopped abruptly.

The dancing man stopped suddenly and looked around for unknown reasons. The person in charge of the equipment hurriedly went to check, and the wires were broken. It took time to reconnect them.

By that time the place would have been cold.

Suddenly I heard the sound of music exploding in the eardrum, which was very noisy. Looking at the sound, An Zeru held the mobile phone and turned up the volume.

Seeing someone look at him, he didn't panic, raised his eyebrow: "Come, I'll give you a jump, don't be disappointed. Let them hurry to repair. Let's continue playing."

An Zeru's eyebrows were uninhibited, and as soon as his voice fell, he walked to the middle with a smile on his lips. His movements were extremely explosive. His clothes had been taken off long ago, and he wore a vest with a section of his arms. The muscle lines on his arms looked particularly strong.

The person in charge of the banquet also knew the wink, and turned off the lighted chandeliers into small flashing lights. More infectious. Suddenly lively.

At the end of the last action, he slightly raised his chin, his eyes were very uncomfortable, and the whole man showed a rebellious and publicity taste.

Cen Simiao's gaze fell on his waist wrapped in clothes.

Dancing, An Zeru forehead sweated a little, and he went back with a little gasping. After passing through Cen Simiao, she didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.

The banquet is over, it is very late. Gu Yu always wanted to find a chance to coax Cen Simiao. Before seeing her out of the lobby, she went out to find it once, but she didn't see any figure.

Later I had no chance to talk.

He was going to take Cen Simiao home, but he didn't find one and couldn't find it.

Outside the hall, corner.

It was especially boring tonight, not even the lights at the entrance of the hall. An Zeru looked down at the locomotive, ready to push to the garage, and heard the sound of high heels.

He frowned reflexively.

Without looking up, I heard a voice: "Are you free?"

Sure enough he was familiar. He pressed his tongue against his teeth and looked at the handlebars. "No."

Cen Simiao speaks softly, and it is the first time to talk to him like this: "Can you send me home?"

An Zeru lifted his eyes, his eyes full of ridicule: "There was no car to take Miss Gu home? Are you a lie to me? I still drink too much tonight."

She shook her head: "I'm motion sick, you take me on a bike."

An Zeru: "Walk back."

Cen Simiao said sincerely, "I have sore feet in high heels."

"It doesn't hurt to climb six stairs. It hurts now?"

She paused for a moment, then suddenly twitched her lips, staring at him generously: "I want to touch your waist and feel good."

An Zeru lifted his eyes, his jaw tightened, bit his tongue, and grinned wildly: "Good vision."

Then he sat on the seat with his fork | legs, turned his body to the side, and approached Cen Simiao's eyes. The distance between the tip of his nose was very close, his voice was slow: "Can't go home?"

Cen Simiao didn't panic: "Yes."

He frowned, nodded, and raised his lips, smiling arrogantly: "It's my fart."