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Chapter 158 Patient Man X Doctor Woman (5)
There were so many drunken fans in the night market, took a bottle of wine into stomach, and after a while, the alcohol was overwhelming. Dragging his drunk body and swaying on the dance floor, the whole person's nerves were extremely excited.
Cen Simiao swayed to the beat, flashing lights fell on her body, loose and slightly curled hair fell on her white neck, and the flattery that came out between her eyebrows was particularly obvious.
Compared with the people around her, her clothes are not revealing, but every inch of skin exposed to the air seems to be tempting Lin Zhenqi.
He didn't drink too much, but his forehead jumped vigorously. Watching Cen Simiao's movements, she had a playful and playful spirit in her gestures.
This was beyond Lin Zhenqi's expectation. He had always thought that Cen Simiao was a particularly noble person who could be held up by people, and he was serious and would never go crazy with him like he is now.
Lin Zhenqi curled her lips and found it quite interesting.
Cen Simiao took a moment to glance at him, just in time to see his smile, eyes drooping, don't know what he was thinking. In fact, when Lin Zhen was with the original owner, the original owner had a very quiet personality, not playful or troublesome, but he was single-minded and considerate in every way.
He was with the original owner at that time. At first he felt that he had changed his taste and felt quite fresh, but it didn't take long for him to get bored. Even the original owner's whispered words to him became a mistake.
It's fickle enough.
Cen Simiao raised her eyes and looked at Lin Zhenqi generously. He was holding a wine bottle in his hand, and pouring it into his mouth with his head up, his apple rolling. When Lin Zhenqi lowered her head, she saw her eyes straight, without concealing the affection in her eyes.
Cen Simiao raised her chin slightly, the corners of her mouth smiled, and followed the music to move closer to him. Lin Zhenqi felt that the wine she had swallowed just now was particularly spicy, and the wine was very vigorous, making her dizzy.
However, his senses became particularly sensitive. He stared at Cen Simiao, without letting go of any subtle movements of her. Even the eau de toilette scent on her body seemed to become rich and instantly fell in his heart.
Lin Zhenqi reached out and grabbed her, but Cen Simiao took a step back, raised her eyebrows, the charming corner of her eyes became more and more obvious. He paused and moved closer to the past, but he was lost again.
Cen Simiao had turned her back, and headed to the other side enchantingly. He stared for a while, the energy in his heart was hooked up, and the people playing and dancing next to him noticed this, and they all made teasing sounds.
Lin Zhenqi's chin moved, and he looked sideways at Cen Simiao, who was already a little far away, and smiled with raised eyebrows. She suddenly turned her head, glanced at him, and then stood there motionless.
Lin Zhenqi strode over, her eyes sharpened, stretched out her hand to catch Cen Simiao who was about to leave again, and took advantage of the trend to hold her in his arms. Cen Simiao buried his face on his chest, raised his head to reveal a pair of eyes, and saw him look like he was ready to conquer.
Lin Zhenqi wanted to kiss, she turned her head and avoided, frowning: "Don't you want to dance?"
He was stunned, and suddenly laughed, as if he wanted to play for a while, no more movement, Cen Simiao gave him a light push, then turned around, walked a few steps quickly, raised his arm, and just jumped a beat. , Lin Zhenqi surrounded him.
The lights were dazzling, and the warm breath fell on the ears. Cen Simiao looked lazy, hooking up with Lin Zhenqi, and she mastered the rhythm of wanting to refuse, she did not play off.
It didn't let him take advantage, but got even more excited.
After the dance, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Cen Simiao's forehead, her face flushed, she was very tired, panting lightly, sitting on the sofa without moving. Lin Zhenqi stood by, looking at her with his eyelashes down, shook his head, and handed it over with a bottle of wine: "Drink?"
With a smile in his eyes, he decided that she would not drink.
Cen Simiao reached out and took it. He reached the tip of his nose and smelled it. Lin Zhenqi was a little surprised, but saw that she took the bottle further away and looked up at him.
Then a bottle of wine was poured over him.
Lin Zhenqi's clothes were immediately attached to her body, and her sturdy muscles became contoured. His brows frowned slightly, and he seemed a little unhappy.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and didn't care at all. He leaned on the sofa and poured the rest of the wine over again. He just leaned over, and immediately got his chin.
Lin Zhenqi pursed her lips and stared at her. Cen Simiao tilted her head, not feeling uncomfortable at all. Instead, she smiled and said, "Hey, wipe it quickly, it's all wet."
Lin Zhenqi sneered, raised his head, and then looked down at her again, pulling her up and walking outside. Cen Simiao hadn't reacted yet, stumbled, and said softly, "What are you doing?"
He said, "Let you take me home."
Cen Simiao said: "Why?"
Lin Zhenqi frowned: "What do you think."
Cen Simiao was stunned, and then she said nothing. It's quite straightforward, and I went straight to the subject when I came up, without any roundabout expressions. She drove the car outside the house where Lin Zhenqi lived, and then let him get out of the car.
Lin Zhenqi responded and leaned to open the car door. Cen Simiao was a little sleepy, rubbed his forehead, but was suddenly grabbed and dragged in Lin Zhenqi's direction.
She yelled unexpectedly.
He had opened the car door. It was dark outside. It was midnight. The cold wind poured into the collar. Cen Simiao couldn't help shivering. Lin Zhenqi smiled at the corner of her lips, frowning and frowning.
Embracing her and walking into the room, Cen Simiao struggled.
As soon as the door was closed, Cen Simiao was pressed against the wall, and the scent of alcohol on Lin Zhenqi's body rushed over her face, her eyelashes trembled, her brows frowned, and she felt him getting closer and closer in the dark.
Just when he was about to kiss, Cen Simiao turned his head and avoided. Lin Zhenqi lifted her chin, her breathing became rapid, and she hugged her to the bedroom on the second floor. Still not turning on the light, he hugged Cen Simiao and walked to the bed in the dark.
Cen Simiao pursed her lips, and felt him come closer as he walked, and his brows jumped. The look on his face suddenly became confused by the vague moonlight outside, and the whole person was stunned, and his steps stopped. , Cen Simiao pulled away from his arms, and after a while he fell softly.
Cen Simiao sighed and turned on the light.
Lin Zhenqi was already asleep on the ground.
The system is triumphant: "Am I good?"
Cen Simiao stretched out his hand to unfasten his buttons, the system suddenly became anxious, and the rigid mechanical voice was sharper than usual: "What are you doing!!!"
Cen Simiao almost didn't get frightened. He slowed down and took off his shirt without stopping. During this time, the system was frightened, for fear that her head would get hot. How could it be with that person? Confess.
Cen Simiao kneaded his coat into a ball, threw it aside, and then intimately took a quilt from the bed to cover him, although it didn't matter what.
You have to catch a cold on the floor in such a cold day.
She didn't care anymore, looked at the time, it was already late at the moment, and she didn't know how Song Boyu was at home. She opened the door and stepped out on high heels. Lin Zhenqi who was lying on the ground didn't feel at all, and then the door closed again.
He was left alone in the house.
Cen Simiao drove the car towards Song Boyu, and when he reached the door of his house, he closed the car door gently. As a result, when the door was opened, it was calm and there was no spray.
The living room was dark, she turned on the light, and there was no one. It is estimated that Song Boyu is sleeping in the house. Cen Simiao pursed her lips, put on her slippers and walked into the room resignedly.
She originally tossed this out because she wanted to disrupt Song Boyu's fixed habit that she had developed in the past few days. A while ago, after he took a shower, she must leaned in to hand over the towel.
He was particularly unaccustomed at first and had a very big temper, but then he got used to it.
Cen Simiao just wanted to see how he reacted when he found out that she was not there and didn't hand the towel on time.
In the end, nothing happened.
The other is Lin Zhenqi's side, she doesn't plan to take the path of the original owner moving people with love.
He has always been too lazy to use routines when picking up girls. There are even many women who take the initiative to hook him. Don't expect him to be patient and have a step-by-step relationship with people.
Therefore, Cen Simiao wanted to be more direct, and start his addiction first, so that things would be easier in the future.
Cen Simiao went back to the room and took a shower. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. She thought about it and sent Lin Zhenqi a message.
Then throw the phone aside to sleep.
The next morning, she clenched her teeth and got up from the bed, yawned and went to the kitchen to cook for Song Boyu. He got up quite on time, as usual, sitting at the table with a calm expression.
Cen Simiao put the food on the table, then rubbed her forehead, ready to go back to the room to sleep again, but suddenly heard the noise, she turned her head and looked over, Song Boyu put the bowl on the table, the sound was a bit loud.
He couldn't see anything wrong with his expression. Cen Simiao pursed her lips and asked softly: "What's the matter?"
Song Boyu didn't speak, and drank the porridge seriously. Then he got up and walked into the room. Cen Simiao followed, but he slammed the door shut without warning.
Cen Simiao was shut out immediately.
She raised her brows and her voice was a little anxious: "Are you angry, tell me what's wrong?"
Song Boyu ignored her.
Cen Simiao stayed at the door and said good things almost all day, boasting that he was in a hurry. Finally the door rang and opened from the inside, his brows faintly impatient.
Cen Simiao said: "I had something temporary last night, I didn't care to tell you, so..."
Song Boyu lifted his chin: "You can go out now."
Cen Simiao pursed her lips and heard him say: "You are very annoying to talk."
Song Boyu frowned and wanted to close the door. Cen Simiao looked up at him: "Is it because I didn't hand you the towel?"
Song Boyu's face suddenly showed obvious anger: "You are so embarrassed to say that I thought you didn't hear it, or I was busy with something. I waited for you in the bathtub for a long time!"