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Chapter 69 Ex-Boyfriend X Female Shadow Queen (8)
At night, the street lights are dim and a bit colder than during the day. Occasionally, some pedestrians who walk by on the road are already wrapped in down jackets, and they are walking in a hurry.
Cen Simiao stood downstairs wearing Qin Zhongmo's coat with his head hanging down. There was a thin sweater inside him, and the wind penetrated directly through the neckline. The corners of his eyebrows and eyes were still stained with anger, and his expression was cold.
"Let's go back."
The feeling of alienation is particularly strong.
Cen Simiao looked up, he shifted his gaze to look away, just not looking at Cen Simiao anyway. When he was in the hotel just now, Qin Zhongmo lowered his eyes, raised his arms, and trembled. Cen Simiao's eyes were red, looking rather pitiful.
He touched Cen Simiao's cheek, with mixed emotions in his eyes. Cen Simiao moved forward, but Qin Zhongmo turned around, picked up the clothes on the floor, and threw them to her.
Cen Simiao was stunned, and heard: "Put on your clothes, I will send you back."
This kind of attitude makes her a little confused.
On the way home, Qin Zhongmo didn't say a word, but took good care of her and couldn't see what he was thinking. It's not like when moved last time, attitude was obvious and wanted to keep a distance from her.
But this kind of unwelcome, alienation is not a joke.
Cen Simiao hesitated to go upstairs, suddenly raised his eyes, Qin Zhongmo stood there, slightly lowered his head, a trace of fatigue rushed between his eyebrows, the wind at night was too cold, and the thin sweater could vaguely see the solidity Back.
Cen Simiao moved her heart and rushed to hug him.
The clothes were cold, his face suddenly flinched against his chest, and he hugged him tighter. He stiffened and struggled a few times, Cen Simiao said anxiously: "Don't push me away."
After a while, Qin Zhongmo's voice sounded: "Do you want me to freeze here?"
Cen Simiao looked up timidly and said, "Then you follow me upstairs."
He lowered his eyes, sneered, his eyes became unruly, pushed Cen Simiao away, and yawned. Seeing that she was still not leaving, he went straight to pick up the coat she was wearing and put it on himself.
"Two or three sentences coax me over to reconcile with you, it's not that cheap."
Cen Simiao clasped her arms coldly, and suddenly shrank. Qin Zhongmo was as rebellious as he had changed at this moment. He didn't see the entanglement at all.
He snatched Cen Simiao's bag, took the phone from it, and when he gave it to her, Cen Simiao stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
The balance is zero, and all is transferred to Qin Zhongmo.
He smiled and said, "It's very long-lasting. The password hasn't been changed for so many years. You just put on my clothes and let me freeze here. The money is used to offset it."
Cen Simiao shuddered, not knowing whether it was cold or angry, and gritted his teeth: "You fucking go by yourself, I won't wait."
Then he turned around and trot into the building.
Qin Zhongmo was stunned for a moment, looking at her unconscious back, his lips opened and closed again, a trace of helplessness appeared in his eyes, and he pressed his lips: "No conscience."
Cen Simiao now has the heart to eat Qin Zhongmo alive. Her body was too cold, and the corridor was dim. It happened that the light on this floor was broken and she strode up the stairs. She couldn't walk fast with her high heels and was very angry. Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her, and she frowned vigilantly, trying to hide first.
Suddenly, Cen Simiao's waist was hugged, and she was particularly cold through the thin clothing. She couldn't help but shrank, breathing hot in her ears. Struggling hard, he felt holding her shoulders, and his back touched the wall. He pressed over and kissed directly.
The glass windows in the corridor can vaguely see the face through the moonlight.
Qin Zhongmo tried very hard, as if venting, Cen Simiao pinched his arm, but was held tighter, rubbing his fingertips on his waist.
She felt weak, clinging to Qin Zhongmo's body, and gasped for a few moments. In the dim and small environment, she seemed even more alluring, stirring her nerves.
After a long time, he left. Cen Simiao's skin was cold, but her cheeks were flushed, her head was lying on his shoulders, her eyes were blank and she gasped.
The next morning, Cen Simiao opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze. After a while, she immediately sat up, holding her mobile phone on the bedside table.
Unlock.
The balance is zero.
She is holding her phone, which means she doesn't even have the money to go out and take the subway. Cen Simiao felt that last night, she was standing outside and froze. He clearly wanted to reconcile, how to turn into money, and then he got a kiss.
Seeing the transfer figures, Cen Simiao felt very distressed.
So much money was exchanged for a kiss and lost.
Suddenly the news prompted, and looked down impatiently, Qin Zhongmo turned to the money, her brows twitched, and she quickly opened her eyes. Ten thousand yuan.
Another message popped up.
Cen Simiao pursed her lips, regretting how he didn't choke him to death last night.
There is still work to be done today, so have to audition first. Go into the bathroom and take a shower. When you come out, your hair is dripping with water and blown dry with a hairdryer. Wang Tianxi opened the bedroom door forcefully, like a kick.
Cen Simiao was sitting on the sofa, blowing her hair, the hair dryer humming. Wang Tianxi frowned, her face was upset, and her tone was particularly aggressive: "I'm sleeping, can you be a little educated, don't blow your hair at this time."
It's half past eight in the morning.
Cen Simiao squinted her eyes: "I tell you, don't mess with me today. If you really want to make trouble, you take a stick and we fight directly, don't talk about these useless things."
Wang Tianxi sneered: "Who are you scaring? You only came back so late yesterday, and I don't know who hooked up. You should really let Zhong Mo look at you like this."
The hair dryer was very loud, and her voice was several times higher, and she got into Cen Simiao's ears, which was very annoying.
Turn it off, and the room is suddenly quiet.
Cen Simiao stood up, her eyebrows faintly irritable, she was taller than Wang Tianxi, she did not bow her head, her eyelids drooped, and she leaned closer: "You must hire me today?
She has a cold voice, her face is not ugly, nor gloomy, but it makes people feel particularly stressed. Wang Tianxi bit her lower lip, looked up and stared at her, not convinced, but did not speak any more.
There are a total of five people in the cast audition place for the role of Cen Simiao. The longer ones are more prominent than the other, and they are also very enchanting. They are also some famous actors who were filming before.
Cen Simiao stood there, taking advantage of the queen's name.
Her last audition.
He raised his eyebrows, took a selfie with the phone and sat on the chair, and sent it to Feng Chengwei, then put the phone in his bag and stopped looking.
The actress ranked in front of Cen Simiao is extremely explosive. What she tried happened to be a bad thing done by a role and was discovered by the male protagonist. She changed from helplessness to grief, and showed deep love and a trace of begging for mercy.
She had a desperate expression, her eyes fixed on the front, as if the male lead was standing in front of her, her arms raised, she wanted to reach out to touch them, but she was afraid of disgust.
The back is straight, humble but proud, the corners of his mouth twitching, like crying but not smiling, especially crazy, muttering in his mouth: "I was born to be a star holding the moon. No one else is envious. Why can't you be arrogant? Why not? Want to be as humble and lowly as her, wishing to dig out your heart, show it to others, and then exchange for their appreciation?"
"I, I love you, can you look at me."
The lines are very substituting, and they can't help but excite the onlookers. The emotional burst is strong, but it is too exaggerated in the camera.
Instructor Song was not satisfied, frowned and said nothing.
The actor who auditioned immediately adopted soft tactics, and showed a sense of frailty everywhere. Looking at the pitiful, the interpretation was good, but it was not in line with the character set.
Instructor Song pressed her lips tightly, and heard her say, "We can change the format. I think it is more reasonable. Director, what do you think?"
Those who can audition today are supported by someone, but unfortunately this is no brainer. Instructor Song sneered: "I don't lack actors here. I don't need to change the script for a role."
The man looked ugly for an instant.
After trying them one by one, Instructor Song's mood became more and more irritable, and the worse the performance, the worse it was. Although it is too much, when the time comes to act, it should be better to mention more.
He had an idea in his mind, and when it was Cen Simiao's turn to audition, he was absent-minded and didn't want to watch it at all.
Cen Simiao smiled and greeted Instructor Song first, and then he got a cold response, bending his eyes. Just now the system gave her a golden finger, and quickly understood the inner world of the character. When sitting on the chair, her mind was chaotic.
This role is too proud. If you perform it according to the facts, you will definitely say that the acting skills are good, but there is no charm. It is completely the target of fire from the audience.
Although it is also a way of fire, it will never let the audience have a good impression of the actors.
She stroked her emotions and stood in place with her eyelashes down. She hadn't moved yet, but she already felt a different temperament, and her temptation was full of sadness.
When he raised his eyes, his expression was particularly conceited, and the pain in his eyes had been suppressing and suppressed. He chuckled, with a hint of charmingness, his steps moved, as if he was looking at the hero.
He lifted his chin: "I did nothing wrong, but why do you blame me? She treats others well, attracts your attention, and then snatches you away. I can't do what she did. Come, I have to use my method to fight you over, what's wrong?"
While she said something wrong with her three views, her expression was as innocent as she did not know the world, especially innocent: "Don't be angry."
He said softly, hiding under his sleeves but pinching his palms, his eyes suddenly became seductive, and he repeated softly: "Don't be angry."
The arm seemed to be pushed, a trace of injury flashed across her face, her lips were tightly pressed, and she snorted: "I tell you, I can't do the same with the world like her, my heart belongs to you only."
After the performance, Cen Simiao instantly appeared in the play and became polite, and directed at Instructor Song who was sitting in front: "I'm done, what do you think?"
Instructor Song's expression was dazed, and before he came over, he glanced at her, then looked down at the script, and pursed his lips: "Did you read the script? The latter sentence is not on it."
Cen Simiao was about to speak when she heard: "It's done, I'm fine today, let's go back."
She paused: "Instructor Song, that..."
Instructor Song frowned: "Why so many things."
She sighed, and was about to turn around, when she heard: "Don't let your phone run out of power, go back and wait for the letter."
From there, it was already dark and it took too long. Cen Simiao called Chief Liu, lazily between his eyebrows, and said coaxing things, and drove home.
As soon as hung up the phone, a text message reminded me that Qin Zhongmo's call was not received.
Turning back with his eyes bent: "It's okay to have a chat, one thousand words per sentence."
Qin Zhongmo just got off work, was blown by the cold wind, his tired expression became more energetic, and he heard the voice on the phone: "I called someone on the phone just now, and you didn't even receive a call."
Cen Simiao said truthfully: "The gold master."
But there was a smile: "Isn't your gold master me? How much is 10,000 yuan left?"
Cen Simiao's eyes became coquettish at once: "It's all flowers, come over and give it to me."
Qin Zhongmo wanted to go home, but she hooked him to the gate of the community because of a ghost. Seeing the clothes Cen Simiao was wearing, she frowned, "Where did you go?"
Take off the down jacket and put it on her shoulders.
Cen Simiao grabbed his hand and walked down the stairs, dimly, and directly tiptoed up to kiss. The gasp is particularly tempting, soft and boneless. She is especially enthusiastic today, as if she had changed people from last night.
Qin Zhongmo wanted to stay sensible, but she repeatedly stirred the string, his heart was itchy, the kiss became more intense, and his brain went blank.
Hugging directly, Cen Simiao's legs were wrapped around his waist, leaning to her ear: "Go up the stairs."
Finally he pushed her to the door and kissed him, Cen Simiao responded to him, then went to touch the key in the bag, tried several times, but didn't open it. Gently bit his earlobe, pushed him away, and focused on opening the door. Qin Zhongmo grabbed the key and quickly opened the door.
With a "bang", the door touched.
The room was dark, and the two were still entangled in front of the door. Cen Simiao's light gasp poured into her ears. She bit his Adam's apple so hard that she scratched it, but it made people feel unbearable.
Qin Zhongmo threw the draped down jacket on the ground, pulled her sling, and was about to kiss.
With a "pop", the light came on.
Wang Tianxi stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the scene before her in shock, shaking her body in disbelief.
Cen Simiao lowered his eyelashes, raised his eyes with confusion, circled Qin Zhongmo's neck, and gasped for a few moments unconsciously. He darkened his eyes, gathered her clothes, and hugged him directly into Cen Simiao's room.
When the door was closed, Wang Tianxi clearly heard the chuckle coming from inside.
"It hurts, don't pinch me,"