MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 87 Unscrupulous Man X Drama Girl (Twelve)

Cen Simiao sat on his thigh, leaning her back on the steering wheel, and Xu Zhiheng pressed her hard, making her pain. The dim lights in the car were only the dim street lights in the neighborhood, which came in through the car window.

The air was mixed with ambiguity.

Her eyes were blindfolded, and she struggled and shook her head. Her mouth kept shouting to let go. The hand holding her arm was getting tighter and tighter. Xu Zhiheng leaned in to kiss her neck, wheezing, with endless obsessed.

Cen Simiao was choked by bullying, the eyelashes under the palm were trembling terribly, he was restrained by his body, his shoulders were back, and the softness of his chest was more attractive.

Xu Zhiheng ran into his head as soon as he bowed his head.

She slowly lifted her palm from her eyes. She had adapted to the darkness. When she opened her eyes, she immediately saw Xu Zhiheng, her face suddenly appeared frightened, the snort stopped, and her voice trembled, "Sir."

The desire at the corner of his eyebrows | want not to hide, his chin rested on her shoulder, biting her earlobe, and a deep reply.

Cen Simiao is no longer struggling, but her body is becoming more and more stiff, a little scared and afraid to move at all. Xu Zhiheng stroked her side face, her fingertips pinching her red lips.

"Are you afraid of me again?"

She shook her head.

He's so good.

Xu Zhiheng's eyes darkened, stroking her eyebrows and whispering, "Why leave?"

She burst into tears, falling right at his fingertips, with warmth, her body shaking, her emotions seem a little excited, and she couldn't say a whole word for a long time.

"I, I shouldn't be drunk ... sir ... you ... should be offended, you are my elder ... no, you can't."

The words were incoherent, but probably Xu Zhiheng understood, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter. Cen Simiao looked at him timidly, her eyes full of guilt and respect.

His voice was low, as if whispering to himself, and the movement of touching her cheek was getting softer and gentler: "Elder."

Cen Simiao cried with a cry.

Suddenly the hand slowly moved down, skipping the neck, rubbing on the collarbone, and continued. Cen Simiao's eyes were unbelievable, and she even forgot to struggle. He had madness in her eyes and whispered, "I almost killed you that night. Is there such an elder?"

She suffocated, desperately pushed him back, Xu Zhiheng raised his eyes, the two eyes were entangled, and she dared not move. Instead, he became more arrogant, reaching up to the edge of his clothes, reaching inside, and unbuttoning her underwear.

Cen Simiao's cheeks were red, and her eyes became moist, like crying.

I heard him say, "Good, kiss me."

She trembled and didn't dare, but was pinched. She suddenly felt numb, her breathing became short, and she continued to say, "Kiss me."

Cen Simiao grieved and kissed his cheek.

He was particularly dissatisfied, holding her directly, kissing her head down fiercely, and Cen Simiao leaned on the steering wheel. There was no place to step back, and the whole man was tightly embraced by him.

The place in the car is small, and it sticks closer and closer, without any distance. The tip of the nose is the other's breath, and there is an ambiguous gasp.

The traces on Cen Simiao's body are particularly heavy, even if there is only dim light, one or two can be seen. He was out of control from the beginning, and she was terribly obedient, sometimes struggling a little, and it seemed to be deceptive.

The simplicity of the corner of his eyes, unconsciously, became **** and stimulated his nerves.

In the middle of the night, the car drove slowly to the door of Xu's house. Cen Simiao was sitting in the co-pilot, wearing Xu Zhiheng's shirt, covering his thighs, and the red kiss marks and tooth marks on it were particularly obvious.

With eyes closed seems to be asleep.

There was warm air in the car, Xu Zhiheng kept his upper body, stopped the car, and looked sideways to Cen Simiao, with tenderness in his eyes | out. The hair was cluttered against the cheek, and there was still a ray of hair on the lips.

She hugged her horizontally and put her jacket on Cen Simiao's shoulders, her legs still bare. Opening the car door and going down, she leaned into Xu Zhiheng's arms instantly, and it was very cold.

Frown in sleep.

Xu Zhiheng hugged her, and her arms were especially practical, walking towards the bedroom. The room was warm, lying on the bed hugging her gently, covering the quilt, and then hugging her again.

Cen Simiao hid subconsciously. The bed was particularly warm. He had nothing on his upper body just now. After passing the yard, the cold wind fluttered on him, cold and cold.

He stretched his arm and touched, Cen Simiao hid further aside.

Unconvinced, and tentatively stretched out again, she turned impatiently, slapped him in the hand, and slept soundly.

Xu Zhiheng pursed his lips, lowered his head, and looked up at her back again, feeling a little abandoned. Rub your arms warm, and after a while, carefully hug her.

Finally it was not pushed away.

This is the best time he has ever slept in these days.

For several days in a row, Cen Simiao has been at home, tired of Xu Zhiheng. He had to stare at her all the time, and for a minute, his face was dark and terrible.

She just wanted to hug him and say, rest assured, she won't go.

It turned out that the more he reassured him, the faster his favorability increased. This man was looking for himself. Cen Simiao began to refuse to return and greeted her, but she embarrassed her, dared not to refuse, and from time to time she was cold.

But when they were in bed, they were provoked a little, and the two went crazy together.

Gao Luyuan hasn't been to the neighborhood where Cen Smiao lived since that night. She hadn't heard from her for several days, and she knew what was going on.

She doesn't know how happy she is now.

Chasing men like this is really rare.

Holding a glass of red wine in his hand, he took a big sip, and the woman sitting next to him shook the glass gracefully, sipped his mouth, and saw his movements, holding his back.

I never saw this when I was drinking. What happened today, she put down her glass and held him with her thin white arms: "It's hard to ask me out, why don't you drink and stay with me."

Gao Luyuan looked at her sideways, her lips cornered, and Dang Erlang said, "Okay, hold the glass and feed me."

The woman was coy, took the wine glass, was about to get to his lips, and suddenly he clenched her waist, and hugged it in his arms, and the wine spilled on his clothes.

She was panic-stricken, and was about to be wronged, so she was pressed to the sofa.

While she was having a good time, her cheeks were flushed, and the hand clutching his shoulders slowly moved upwards, inadvertently touching his red hair.

Before she could react, Gao Luyuan left her instantly. The desire in the corner of her eye had not disappeared, but her expression had cooled down. She didn't know how to react. She reached out and touched him but was pushed away. "Who the **** made you move my hair."

He's been upset lately, and things that had been planned have gone awry. The senior executive threatened by Gao Zhisu listened to him, but the senior executive didn't know what was going on. For almost a day, he couldn't even reach the core information.

I couldn't get what Gao Zhisu wanted. Of course, the original mother-in-law was having a hard time. After the incident was exposed, she was scorned. Recently, she has been scolded.

Gao Luyuan thought that the original aunt would be kicked out. As a result, Gao Zhisu's abacus hit another place. He wanted the original aunt to go to Xu Zhiheng's company and hook up with others.

The original mother-in-law was still useful to him.

Scolding and scolding, no matter how disgusted, Gao Zhisu put down things at home to appease her when the original aunt used small sex.

Gao Lu Yuan pursed her lips, and the anger in her heart became more and more intense these days.

I went directly to the original auntie, just because Gao Zhisu was not at home, and explained everything, leaving only the matter that he designed the original auntie to be caught and raped, and didn't say anything about knowing that she planned to steal information.

For one thing, Cen Simiao is now stuck in the Xu family. She must be unwilling. Since she is her mother, she should rescue her.

Gao Lu was sad and said that when Cen Simiao mentioned her, she was full of dependence. Must be deeply in love with his mother.

Just blame him for being incompetent and unable to save the one he likes. Just ask the original aunt to hurry to Xu's house and tell her how to go over the wall.

The original host mother was particularly surprised at first, with panic in her eyes. Later, when he heard that he slowly explained his words, he calmed down his heart, and saw his pitiful appearance, begging her in a low voice, with some disdain in his heart.

After all, it was a matter of being a good mother. The mind was agitated by Gao Yuan's words. Senior executives ca n’t count on it. Instead, take the matter of Cen Simiao directly and threaten Xu Zhiheng, and then see what he will do.

When Cen Simiao was there, he was just angry, she was Cen Simiao's mother.

Gao Luyuan returned to the car, blowing a whistle and starting the engine. The whistle suddenly stopped and sneered. Now more than he was anxious for the death of the original mother-in-law, fearing that it was Xu Zhiheng.

In front of Xu Zhiheng, Cen Simiao was always passive. Even if there were dependencies, they were always the same as before, still in the kind of elders.

Now the attitude is uncertain, and even if he obeys him, he is worried because of his previous fear.

Xu Zhiheng was particularly disturbed.

A little wind and grass moved, and they were all tense.

She hadn't picked up her luggage in the apartment, but when she suddenly remembered, she was told that she had packed them up. Cen Simiao froze, Xu Zhiheng bent his eyes, his tone was especially natural.

The cell phone was also dropped there.

During that time, I lived by myself, so the text messages with the original aunt were not deleted, and the password was not set. She asked, "How about a cell phone?"

Xu Zhiheng opened the drawer and put a brand new mobile phone.

"That one accidentally broke the screen when I took it. This one has always wanted to give it to you, but I always forget it."

Cen Simiao frowned, her voice not very happy: "Where did you put that one?"

He hesitated, then laughed, and his eyes were pampered: "Okay, I'll let people fix it. This is my fault. Would you hit me?"

Cen Simiao squinted her eyes. Is this really not open?

Snorted, unfortunately.

The play is still about to be performed, and her expression becomes unhappy, lying on the bed hugging the pillow, leaning sideways, not looking at him at all. Xu Zhiheng sat at the end of the bed, sighed, coaxed her softly, but it didn't work.

After a while, Cen Simiao choked and sounded very aggrieved.

Suddenly, Xu Zhiheng was holding her foot, her fingertips were rubbing, her movements were especially gentle, she didn't look, she just felt the back of her feet warm.

He lifted his feet and struck him, just as he straightened up and stepped on his side face, Cen Simiao was a little embarrassed. His eyes were dark and he looked at Cen Simiao.

She flinched and shuddered.

He bent his eyes: "I have been suffering before, thinking together, even holding you for a while, it feels sinful. As long as it touches you, I am especially grateful."

"do not be afraid."

So frustrating, Xu family still don't understand.

The old lady scolded angrily, repeatedly asking people to knock on Xu Zhiheng's door and let him see her. But no servant dared, as soon as he was near the door, he heard the ambiguous voice inside.

Even when he was out of the room, he quickly said something, Xu Zhiheng directly asked someone to tell him that her daughter-in-law was particularly good, and she would definitely filial her in the future.

In a word, the old lady almost became ill, and immediately called and asked the company's shareholders to take Xu Zhiheng away.

Even if he doesn't want to leave Cen Simiao anymore, he still has to go. This is especially important. Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, all soft, faintly feeling that he kissed his face, and then closed the door.

The old lady was going to find Cen Simiao when she was supported.

As a result, the servant heard that a woman was found near the wall and was about to turn over. After being found, she said loudly that she was Cen Simiao's mother.

Before the original mother-in-law came, she sent a message to Cen Simiao, asking her to come up with a response, but there was no response.

The old lady frowned immediately when she heard about it.

The original hostess met Cen Simiao in the room. The big bed was particularly messy. She changed into a dress and the kiss marks on the neckline were exposed to the air.

In just a few days, the whole person has become different. The original childish face, with a layer of charm, the skin is more supple.

She stood up and walked a few steps, and her legs were trembling.

The original host mother couldn't figure out. She immediately became rimmed, cried and scolded, and rushed to hug Cen Simiao, always saying that Xu Zhiheng was not human.

"I just let him take care of him because he couldn't support you. But he didn't expect that he would hate him so much that he hit his mind on you."

It sounds particularly sad.

Cen Simiao's nose was sore and she cried, choking and choking, "It's too tired to bear."

The original mother said repeatedly: "When Xu Zhiheng comes back, I will tell him to let you go with me, okay?"

Cen Simiao, unfortunately, didn't have a phone at hand, so he couldn't get him back quickly. Her eyelashes trembled and didn't answer.

The footsteps at the door were slight, and the door was not closed. The cries inside were clear.

Cen Simiao cried in particular: "Why have you come to take me away for so many years?"

If you change your tone, you can still hear questions, but now, anyone who listens is full of grievances.

The door opened, and they were silent, and the two were still hugging and crying.

Xu Zhiheng held her cellphone in her hand, standing upright, deep like the sea, and Cen Simao suddenly looked up and bumped into his eyes.