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Chapter 397 Competition

Woke up too early, dizzy, Cen Qinghe drooped his eyelids, and sat on the toilet brushing his teeth.It looks like someone is there, but Hun'er is still floating on the sofa.

Eyelids drooped a few times, she simply closed them, trying to sleep for another 2 minutes while brushing her teeth.It's just that not long after closing his eyes on the other end, the sound of the bathroom door being pulled open came from his ears. Cen Qinghe was also so sleepy that he didn't know where he was. He thought he was in the night city, sharing the same room with Cai Xinyuan.

Slowly opening her eyes, she turned back and wanted to flush the toilet, but when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see a nearly naked body.Looking at it along the way, Shang Shaocheng's tall and strong body was standing at the door. He was covered with only a pair of white briefs in the middle, wrapped in the swollen plumpness that Cen Qinghe had never seen in real life.

"Ah..." Cen Qinghe stared in fright, opened her mouth, and the toothbrush fell out of her mouth, and she also dodged to the side, so that she would fall off the toilet.

After regaining her senses, she moved extremely quickly, pulled a bathrobe from the side shelf, covered her exposed thighs and half of her buttocks, stared dumbfounded at the naked Shang Shaocheng, and said loudly: "What are you doing? Get out now!"

Shang Shaocheng Bei'er was calm, with sleepy eyes, and replied in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "I need to go to the bathroom, hurry up."

Cen Qinghe said: "How can I get up if you don't go out?"

Shang Shaocheng glanced at her flushed face, and said in a low voice, "There's nothing to stop." After that, he turned and went out without feeling any awkwardness at all.

Cen Qinghe was about to go crazy, she hurriedly flushed the toilet and stood up, picked up the toothbrush and threw it into the trash can, after she rinsed her mouth, she opened the door and went out.

She was so imposing, she wanted to come out and scold him, she didn't know she was in the bathroom, she went in without even knocking on the door, she was ashamed not to wear clothes...

She must stand on the moral high ground and condemn him this time, shameless.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Cen Qinghe had already sucked in her breath. She was just about to open her mouth to curse, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Shang Shaocheng who had never been dressed before, and was only wearing a white bathrobe at this time. The belt of the robe was not fastened, and the open front revealed his strong chest, beautiful muscles, white underwear, and those two long legs that made her feel so jealous that she wanted to kick them off.

He was sitting by the bed smoking a cigarette, as if no one else was around.

The lights in the house were not turned on, only the light from the bathroom shone through. Shang Shaocheng's figure was hidden in the half-darkness, making the cigarette butts lit between his fingers even more dazzling.

Cen Qinghe seemed to see a handsome statue between laziness and decadence, and there was only one word in her mind: Tumi.

Open until the end of spring.

I've only heard of men being bewitched by women, but I've never seen women be bewitched by men.But right now, Cen Qinghe has the illusion of being stuck in her throat, as if her stomach full of bad breath has been sealed in her throat, because of the beauty of Shang Shaocheng, she successfully suppressed her anger.

How to raise the breath, and how to swallow it back.Cen Qinghe was embarrassed to look directly at Shang Shaocheng's body, and only urged: "I'm fine, you should go to the toilet quickly."

Shang Shaocheng heard the sound, stood up, and walked towards her wearing slippers.Because the hem of the bathrobe was completely open and hanging, Cen Qinghe could clearly see his entire frontal body from the corner of his eye.

She deliberately turned her eyes away from him, until she heard the sound of the bathroom door being closed, then she dared to reach out and touch her hot cheek, calling him an exhibitionist.

Both of them simply brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and changed their clothes, and it only took a total of ten minutes.After everything was packed, we went downstairs to have breakfast together, and then took the cable car to the summit smoothly.

Mount Emei was several thousand meters away, and it was still warm at the foot of the mountain, but it became a bit cold at the middle of the mountain, and now at the top of the mountain, it was already below zero.

Cen Qinghe was still wearing a thin sweater, and the cold wind gushed in from her neck, making her shiver with cold.Fortunately, there are merchants on the top of the mountain who rent military coats. Cen Qinghe dragged Shang Shaocheng over to rent clothes. Shang Shaocheng said, "I don't wear other people's clothes."

Cen Qinghe glanced at him, and replied in a low voice: "When is it now, you need to be tolerant but not warm."

Shang Shaocheng looked serious, "I'm sick."

Cen Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had a lot of problems.However, some people do have all kinds of cleanliness, such as those who can’t eat with others, can’t share the same things with others, and Shang Shaocheng doesn’t wear other people’s clothes, which is actually understandable.

It's just... Cen Qinghe looked at him and said, "It's so cold, aren't you afraid of freezing to death?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "It will be fine when the sun comes out."

He refused to wear it, so Cen Qinghe had to rent one, anyway, she didn't dislike it.

The two walked side by side on the top of the mountain, chose a location with a good view, and stood waiting for the sunrise.At about [-]:[-], the sun gradually emerged from the east, and the golden light changed from deep orange to warm orange, and then to yellow, layer by layer, each layer was dazzlingly beautiful.

Many people were taking pictures, Cen Qinghe looked towards the rising sun, while Shang Shaocheng looked at her.Her completely plain face was surrounded by golden light, and the color was magnificent, a bit unreal.He was attracted in an instant, and he could no longer escape.

Almost by accident, he took two steps back silently, took out his mobile phone, pointed the camera at Cen Qinghe, saw her side face framed in the screen, and pressed the circle in the middle to take a photo.

Hearing a click, Cen Qinghe heard the reputation, and before he could react, Shang Shaocheng said to the phone screen: "Pose a pose."

Cen Qinghe immediately showed his hands with scissors, and poked his slender fingers on his cheeks, pretending to be cute.

Shang Shaocheng said in a low voice: "Vulgar."

But he still quickly took a picture of her, and there was no trace of disgust in his eyes.

Cen Qinghe said: "Let me take some pictures for you, I can see how foreign you are."

She took out her mobile phone to take pictures of Shang Shaocheng, but he blocked her lens with his big hand, preventing her from taking pictures.Cen Qinghe said: "You don't care about it, why are you afraid of taking pictures?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "The uglier the more I like to shoot."

He was so confident in his life, Cen Qinghe couldn't stand him, so he could only pretend to give up, and then took advantage of his inattention, and snapped several shots of him.

When Shang Shaocheng found out that she had already protected the phone, she was afraid that he would snatch it and delete it.

From the beginning to the end of the sunrise, it only took ten minutes. After watching, Shang Shaocheng took Cen Qinghe to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The incense sticks on the Golden Summit of Emei have always been the object of competition. The local people will hold public auctions for the incense sticks, and the proceeds from the auction will be used for temple construction and the body maintenance of Buddha statues.

When Shang Shaocheng and Cen Qinghe came to the auction site, there were not as many people here as there were tourists outside. After all, the competition for a stigma could range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands, depending on the situation on the spot that day.

Although Cen Qinghe keeps saying that she loves to worship Buddha, she has never participated in such an occasion.Walking into a side hall on the top of the mountain, there are special personnel in charge of reception, some tourists stand in disorder, and a local staff member is in charge of hosting.

In fact, the bidding process was much simpler and neater than imagined. A three-meter-long incense stick, thick as an adult's arm, is said to take a day and a night to burn completely. It is used to pray for health, career, and love.Chinese people already believe in gods and Buddhas, so such a heavy prayer is what everyone yearns for.

There is no reserve price for Daxiang, it all depends on the tourists present to bid, and the one who bids the highest price wins.

Standing obliquely in front of Cen Qinghe, a man dressed very low-key said, "Five thousand."

Immediately another woman shouted, "Seven thousand."

"Ten thousand."

"Thirteen thousand."

There were no seats, everyone was standing, and the voices of bidding kept coming and going, Cen Qinghe secretly thought that everyone was very sincere.

In a short while, the price of the first incense has already reached [-].It was a bald man with his arms around his daughter or his girlfriend who spoke.

Cen Qinghe glanced at it and watched the excitement secretly. Seeing the woman's dress and the way she was crooked in the uncle's arms, it is possible that her daughter is not impossible, but she probably did it.

As soon as the price of [-] was announced, there was no one around to bid the same price as before, and everyone was watching from the other side.

Suddenly, the familiar low-pitched male voice beside Cen Qinghe came, "Sixty thousand."

Everyone looked at Shang Shaocheng, and Cen Qinghe's heart skipped a beat. He must have gone crazy after spending [-] yuan.

Just thinking about it, the bald uncle said leisurely: "Sixty-five thousand."

Cen Qinghe secretly thought, it's okay, it's okay, it didn't hit his hand.

"Eighty thousand." Shang Shaocheng spoke again, and Cen Qinghe looked up at him, but saw that his expression was the same as usual.

Everyone has different thoughts, but they all know each other.It seems that both the bald man and Shang Shaocheng want this fragrance.

Shang Shaocheng was raised to [-] yuan, but the bald man didn't raise the price immediately. The young woman in his arms shook his arm angrily.The uncle held her hand as if to comfort her, then raised his voice slightly and said, "Ninety thousand."

Shangshao City is still cloudless, "One hundred thousand."

Cen Qinghe took a sneak peek at the bald man. He was obviously not as calm as before. He probably didn't expect someone to raise the price with him. He didn't want to go up further, but he didn't want to make the woman in his arms unhappy, so he insisted on being hairless. , Shouted in one breath: "13."

Shang Shaocheng took a deep breath for an instant. Although the expression on his face was the same, Cen Qinghe knew that he was impatient with being shouted at.

Sure enough, the uncle's voice fell, and he said in a deep voice: "Twenty."

As soon as these words came out, the first reaction of the onlookers was to go and see the bald uncle.The bald man couldn't get off the stage, he just stared at Shang Shaocheng's side face. After a few seconds, he said, "Young man, can you give me this incense stick today, it's my girlfriend's birthday."

Shang Shaocheng looked back at him sideways, and since the other party greeted him with a smile, he replied in a good voice: "We two are going to celebrate our birthday, so we also want this incense stick."

Cen Qinghe stood side by side with Shang Shaocheng, and it was inevitable that she would be surrounded by people. She was wearing a military overcoat that reached her ankles, and she had an inexplicable sense of sight as a bodyguard of Shang Shaocheng's family.I really wanted to take off my coat, but the woman opposite didn't even look at her well.

(End of this chapter)