Chapter 83: Unscrupulous Man X Drama Girl (eight)

Xu Zhiheng was looking crazy outside.
When the car drove into Xu's house, Cen Simiao was sitting on the co-pilot, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were out of focus, and no matter who she looked at, she had a charm.
Breathing from time to time in his mouth.
Her cell phone was still in the back seat and kept ringing. Gao Luyuan didn't wait for him to finish his words, and he was guilty of a bad heart. He just hung up the phone and did not shut down, allowing him to get through, but no one answered.
Anxious.
The steward had told Xu Zhiheng that he was going to take over the person from Gao Luyuan, but he was hiding there. He tilted his head, raised his chin slightly, and looked like: "Don't think, I'm here Wait for your husband to come back. "
He dragged Cen Simiao's arm and heard the hot shouting in his mouth, which made him distraught. He opened the door and stood. Cen Simiao was as soft as a bone, clinging to him, breathing hot.
The cold wind didn't blow away the warmth she was seeing through the clothes.
Gao Luyuan lowered her eyebrows and looked at her for a moment. Suddenly there was an injustice between her eyebrows. She rubbed her cheek and put it to her ears, using a volume that only she could hear: "Hot, why don't I take you there? Sit there for me? "
Cen Simiao's eyes were confused.
His eyes darkened and he squeezed her chin: "Nod."
I was about to force her to nod, and suddenly felt the strong light on her body, turning her head to look, and almost couldn't open her eyes.
The noise of the tires rubbing the ground sounded particularly sharp.
The car door slammed open, Xu Zhiheng's body was dark and ugly, his face was dark and ugly, and he could not wait to kill. The cold wind blew through his body, a little more cold.
She grabbed Cen Simiao directly. She was leaning softly against Yuan Huaiyuan on the high road, and her dryness was getting heavier. At the moment, Xu Zhiheng's clothes were blown by cold wind. Hug.
Xu Zhiheng looked at Gao Luyuan, his eyes were the same as if he wanted to eat a man, and he kicked him immediately. Gao Luyuan cursed, ran back to the car, started the car, but found that the door was closed.
Looking back again, Xu Zhiheng could not take care of him and hugged Cen Simiao to the house.
Gao Luyuan looked in the rear-view mirror and saw their backs, especially intimate, with her eyes closed. The phone in the back seat started to ring again, turned around and got it in his hand.
The number is unknown.
The voice of the original mother-in-law: "Why are you missing? Where did you go! Drinking alcohol is easy to cause trouble!"
Decided.
He leaned back in the driver's seat, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly hit the steering wheel hard,
fuck.
The room was especially warm. Xu Zhiheng was still air-conditioned before going out, and took Cen Simiao to his room. She began to pinch him with her legs and quietly wrapped around his waist.
Breathing became hooked.
Xu Zhiheng was full of anger. When she saw her appearance, the blue tendon on her forehead kept jumping. Caught her and ran to the bathroom, the shower opened with cold water and sprayed at her.
Cen Simiao's coat had been taken off as long as she was in the car, and she was wearing only a bottoming skirt inside, a thin layer, and it was soaked on her body, and her hair stuck to her neck.
The original hotness was suddenly poured by cold water, and even more uncomfortable. She was tied around her waist, struggling, and her gasping voices made her cry, her grievance was terrible.
Xu Zhiheng held the shower, not at all soft, Cen Simiao finally cried, tears mixed with drops of water on his face, could not tell, but choked more and more.
He grabbed Cen Simiao's arm, and almost got out of the bruises: "How long have you been with him again? Who are those people, aren't you in danger?"
His eyes were horrible: "Did you take my words to heart?"
Cen Simiao muttered, coughing, and her cheeks became redder.
The heat faded away, and she sat weakly on the ground, leaning against the wall, her eyes still unconscious, but not as loud as before.
Xu Zhiheng's shirt was soaked, muscles were looming, his face was cold, his lips were tight, Cen Simiao was hugged, and he took a bath towel to the bed to dry her.
The skirt spread out on the ground.
Cen Simiao's underwear was well on her body, and it was wet, she twisted uncomfortably. Xu Zhiheng was rubbing his hair, the anger between his eyebrows had not dissipated, and his face was cold.
Cen Simiao was dishonest. She pulled her hair and suddenly sighed. He glanced at it and loosened the half-dried hair to wipe the water droplets on her neck.
Your fingertips touch the skin from time to time.
With water drops on it, the touch is smoother.
Xu Zhiheng's hand strength was a bit heavy, rubbed intently, without any thoughts. Cen Simiao's original heat was gone, and she was unintentionally provoked again. Respite gradually began.
Slightly undulating chest and open neckline.
His hands slipped and he paused.
Cen Simao snorted just now. He raised his eyes and bumped into her ignorant and catchy eyes. Cen Simao was staring at him, his lips were red and full.
Lying on his bed, he looked like a man.
Xu Zhiheng continued rubbing, but his movement slowed down, consciously or unconsciously lingering in the same place. The eyes were deeper and deeper, with their eyes lashed down, blocking the desire that came out of it
desire.
Suddenly, Cen Simiao gasped, her legs began to be dishonest, and her feet were slowly pounding at him.
Xu Zhiheng's throat knot rolled.
She tossed up and down uncomfortably, the whole person rushed over, kissed his lips directly, warm body. The string in Xu Zhiheng's head that was so tight was broken.
She hugged her hard, almost biting.
Cen Smiao feels more comfortable with her hands kneading lightly, and the two are entangled with each other like crazy.
"Ding, favorability is 31 percent."
"Ding, forty-five percent."
"Ding, favorability is 79%."
Forced neglect and repressive emotions, once a small opening is broken, people will be drowned instantly and lose their reason. He doesn't dislike it, but just can bear it.
Lingerie was thrown to the ground long ago, and just before the start, Xu Zhiheng kissed her neck, gasping incessantly, suddenly listening to Cen Simiao: "Sir."
It exploded like a thunder.
He froze.
Looking up at her instantly, Cen Simiao's eyes were still unconscious, staring at him, it seemed that he could not recognize who he was. Xu Zhiheng was cold from head to toe, and the desire between the eyebrows disappeared instantly.
He also stroked Cen Simiao.
Intimacy, only the last step.
Waking up the next day, there was only Cen Simiao in the room. She looked at the kiss marks on her body and remembered that Xu Zhiheng last night dropped her head and went out for a shower.
That's interesting.
The incident passed for a few days, but Cen Simiao only told Xu Zhiheng at the beginning that she was drinking, and did not expect to accidentally hit the full set. Fortunately, Gao Yuan met her and helped.
Then he never spoke to Xu Zhiheng again.
Seen occasionally, he was particularly decadent and mourned.
Glancing at Cen Simiao, she couldn't help looking at it for a while. She looked at her, but avoided it like a thief.
Cen Simiao was anxious for him.
In the school, Gao Luyuan chewed sugar confusingly, and Cen Simiao listened without a word. He narrowed his eyes and didn't even ask about the night.
Say directly: "Are you embarrassed to be with Xu?"
Cen Simiao shook her head.
He chuckled, and suddenly leaned his head closer: "I plan to go abroad and borrow money from my mother's relatives, and have to live for a while."
She didn't hide, and frowned. "You ..."
Before she finished speaking, Gao Luyuan straightened up again: "Otherwise, just rely on you and me to go between them and make a fart. If it is useful, it will be necessary to take the company back from him. Money."
Cen Simiao asked him, "But haven't we discussed before?"
Gao Luyuan was particularly arrogant: "It's too long to wait, I have to get them off the year before."
She frowned, and suddenly a face came over him, and he whispered, "Go with me, just to avoid the surname Xu."
Cen Simiao couldn't say anything, he went to borrow money, and she followed what was happening and why she went abroad.
Gao Luyuan seemed to know what she was thinking and whistleed: "He must have ignored you now, and the more you walked forward, the more he hid."
"Go out with me for a walk, what do you think he would do?"
Cen Simiao looked at him in surprise.
Gao Lu Yuan smiled rather than smiled: "I still had to run to Xu's house after taking the medicine, and the sheep were willing to enter the tiger's mouth. What else could you explain except that you were interesting to him? I am not stupid."
After saying that, she dragged her collar again, and the kiss marks did not fade away: "Lao Tzu is not blind."
Cen Simiao froze and laughed,
He also heard him say, "I'll help you with the formalities. You will be able to come out directly when the time comes. My relative is too weird. If I don't have a girlfriend around, I will definitely be a child. By my side, I said I knew I was responsible. "
"It's crap, or I won't take you there."
She looked up: "Really?"
fake.
Yuan Gao squeezed out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. The smoke was sucked into the tip of the nose and spit it out gently, so far from home, that we had to find a way to relieve the boredom.
The credentials used by Cen Simiao to complete the formalities were with her, which was particularly convenient when handed over to Gao Luyuan, and it was not long before they were completed, and the speed was fast.
Xu Zhiheng didn't realize that she still dared to enter the house every day after she fell asleep.
The night before leaving, Cen Simiao stood at the door of his room, knocking gently on the door, Xu Zhiheng's voice was dull: "Who?"
"it's me."
There seemed to be a sound of panic and knocking over things.
She whispered again, "Sir."
There was no movement for a long time. After a while, Xu Zhiheng sat behind the desk, looked up at the door, stretched his hands forward, but finally backed away.
Cen Simiao heard through the door: "Go back to rest, later ..."
Not finished.
She asked, "What did you say?"
After a while, the voice seemed to make up his mind: "I will send you away after going to college."
Cen Simiao gave her a sigh of relief, and endured crying, "Don't you want to see me?"
There was no answer in it. Xu Zhiheng heard the sound of footsteps leaving the door. He taunted a trace of sarcasm in his eyes and looked at the screen. It was the picture of Cen Simao's ragged clothes when she was sleeping.
The belt buckle was unfastened, and paper were scattered beside it.
He was shameless, and every second of looking at her, yearning for her in his body.
Early in the morning.
The driver who sent Cen Simiao to school didn't wait for someone, and was anxious. Seeing that it was time for class, he called Xu Zhiheng over.
He said politely, "Did the lady go to school by myself? I didn't see her here."
Xu Zhiheng was having breakfast. He heard what was said on the phone. He frowned suddenly, got up subconsciously, and the chair rubbed on the floor. He stopped again and asked, "Li Li, has she gone out?"
Li froze: "I don't know. She hasn't come to breakfast yet. Is she sick and uncomfortable in bed?"
As soon as the words fell, Xu Zhiheng went out and went straight to Cen Simiao's room.
Knocking on the door: "Are you up, are you up? It's going to be late for school."
No one responded.
He frowned even deeper: "Are you awake? Tell me when you hear it."
The door knocked louder and louder.
Still no movement.
Xu Zhiheng didn't know what was going on, and was panicked, and slammed the door open.
There were no people in the room, the wardrobe was open and empty.