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Chapter 442 Different Circumstances, Same Warmth

Cen Qinghe drank a lot, and she didn't want to worry about what the surrogate driver in the front seat was thinking, whether she liked to watch it or not, anyway, after getting out of this car, it is estimated that everyone will never have to see each other again in this lifetime.

"Sir, we're here." The surrogate driver had already slowed down the speed of the car, and the car entered the gate of the Pangu family.

Shang Shaocheng handed him a key card and said in a low voice, "Go in and go to the right, the first building."

The security of the community is strict, and there is no way to get in without a key card. The driver swiped the card and drove the car downstairs to his house. Shang Shaocheng took out three large bills and handed them over, saying: "Thank you."

The driver took it, "You are welcome, then I will go first, goodbye."

After the surrogate driver left, only Cen Qinghe and Shang Shaocheng were left in the car. She was nestled in the corner and was lazy, unwilling to move. Shang Shaocheng said in a low voice, "Let's go upstairs."

Cen Qinghe hummed softly and replied: "Can I not go up? You can take the things down and give them to me."

Shang Shaocheng said: "Forget about being lazy, and you don't need to climb the stairs, Xiaoer is also at home, go and have a look at it."

He is a big bad wolf with the IQ of a fox who seduces Cen Qinghe with his mistress.Usually Cen Qinghe would definitely go, but at this time she replied aloud: "It's so late, I don't want to go alone, it's too dangerous."

When Shang Shaocheng heard the words, the corners of his lips twitched immediately, and he looked sideways at her and said, "Afraid of me?"

Cen Qinghe grinned, amused, and she joked, "I'm afraid of me."

He didn't expect it, but he was unexpectedly happy, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I can handle it."

Cen Qinghe giggled, "No, I have to endure, the time has not yet come."

She looked like she couldn't reveal the secret, and matched with the old-fashioned tone, Shang Shaocheng was so itchy that she couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help turning his head and asked her, "When will the time come?"

Cen Qinghe pretended to be drunk, "It's not now anyway."

Shang Shaocheng twisted his body, with one hand resting on the back of the chair and the other supporting the car door, completely enclosing her within his sphere of influence.The lights in the car were not turned on, and it was almost dark. He looked at her face and said in a low and bewitching voice, "What if I think about it now?"

Cen Qinghe admitted that she was a bit drunk and courageous. If she was sober, she would not dare to tease Shang Shaocheng like this, but she said that she was too drunk to look like that, and that was not the case.

Raising his eyelids and looking at his handsome face full of shadows, Cen Qinghe said softly, "I know you're just thinking about it."

After all, she took the initiative to raise her arms, wrapped them around Shang Shaocheng's neck, hugged him, and said in a low voice: "Shang Shaocheng, I want to have a serious relationship with you. I didn't intend to play tricks on you, nor did I mean to To test your patience, I don't need to think about your previous relationship status, and I don't need to worry about whether you slept with them on the first day you met them, or you can just buy a bag and a set of jewelry, anyway, you know, I am not That kind of people."

Holding his neck, she rubbed her face against his shoulder like a cat, looking for the most comfortable position.With her eyes closed, she suddenly wanted to say a few words from her heart to him, without much logic, just talking about what she thought of, rambling on and on.

Shang Shaocheng can't remember how long it has been since he heard a woman say so many words to him in one breath. He once felt that he was an extremely impatient person, but right now, he is willing to listen to a half-drunk person. Tell him the rules of love.

He is much better at drinking than her, she is six or seven percent drunk, and he is only four or five percent drunk.So he could think rationally, and felt that she was really smart.

Knowing how much he wanted to get close to her, she came here to preemptively and almost promoted him to the commanding heights of morality. In this way, even if he wanted to do something reasonable to her, he would feel that it was wrong. I am not sincere enough.

"Thank you for being so righteous. You helped Xinyuan solve a scumbag. I can't repay you. I will send you a sincere and sincere hug." Shang Shaocheng was thinking about it, and Cen Qinghe had already tightened his arms. his back.

Shang Shaocheng raised his arm, wrapped it around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said in a low voice, "I'm not in a hurry to eat you, I'm exhausted until you can't stand it."

Cen Qinghe hugged his neck tightly, and replied with a light smile: "Then let's compare and see who can't help it first."

Shang Shaocheng thought in his heart, to compare this with her is to make her happy first, and eat her up sooner or later.

His embrace was so comfortable, and Cen Qinghe closed her eyes again. She didn't make a sound for a long time, and she almost fell asleep.

Shang Shaocheng put his arms around her and said in a low voice: "Don't go back tonight, just sleep with me."

Cen Qinghe's consciousness was half awake and half chaotic. Hearing this, she moaned and said, "No..."

Shang Shaocheng coaxed: "There are many guest rooms upstairs, you go up to sleep for one night, and go back early tomorrow, okay?"

Cen Qinghe wanted to say that this kind of thing is familiar once and twice. If she lives here this time, she will have no reason or excuse to live here next time.

But she couldn't say it out of her mouth, she could only hold Shang Shaocheng tightly by instinct.

Shang Shaocheng's heart was burning and flustered like a prairie fire. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. It seemed that he couldn't help himself. He agreed not to force her now, but if he really took her home, he probably...

Hey, what kind of living crime is this.

He didn't dare to take her home, but he was also reluctant to just send her back like this. He hugged her, neither of them spoke, and temporarily emptied their minds, only enjoying the sense of solidity of being closely attached to each other.

Chen Boxuan sat in the co-driver, the substitute driver in the driver's seat, and Cai Xinyuan and Jin Jiatong in the back seat.After leaving the hotel, he sent Jin Jiatong back first, and then returned to send Cai Xinyuan after he delivered her to the door.

The three of them didn't communicate much on the way, only Chen Boxuan answered the phone, it was from Xiaobai, he chatted with her a few words, and after hanging up, he leaned on the leather seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped downstairs in Tianfu Garden. The driver turned his head to look at Chen Boxuan. He closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep. The driver called softly, "Sir, we're here."

Chen Boxuan was in a light sleep, and he opened his eyes immediately when he heard the sound. After shaking for a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Cai Xinyuan in the back seat. With the light from the street lamp, he saw her looking out of the window in a daze. , full of wet tears.

From the bottom of his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was an accident or what, Chen Boxuan wanted to call her aloud, but when he opened his mouth, he asked the driver to leave first.

The surrogate driver collected the money and stepped out of the car.

Only Chen Boxuan and Cai Xinyuan were left in the car, he twisted his body and said, "Missing that bastard again?"

As soon as these words came out, Cai Xinyuan's obvious nose turned sore, and she frowned and shed tears.

Seeing this, Chen Boxuan said calmly: "I think there is a saying that is very correct. When you think about someone, you can't think about it, and you feel like you are going crazy, take the time to think about whether the other person is thinking about you. I won’t miss you the same way you miss him. If you think you can’t let go of him, then think more about how he let you go.”

Cai Xinyuan was so sad that she wanted to die, but after thinking about Chen Boxuan's words, she immediately regained her balance.

People like Xia Yuefan didn't take her seriously at all, she made him lose face so much, it's too late for him to hate her, why miss her?
He hates her, why should she miss him?
Raising her hand and wiping her nose, Cai Xinyuan said in a muffled voice, "I also wonder why he didn't die."

Chen Boxuan raised his eyes, and said in an encouraging tone: "It's right to think so. There are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. You are not ugly and you don't act. As long as you are willing, there are many good men waiting in line behind you. When the time comes, you One, three, five pick Wu Yanzu, two, four, and six pick Edison Chen, Zhou Tian depends on your mood, if you are in a good mood, we will fall in love, if you are not in a good mood, you will find someone to scold, anyway, life is short, and the last thing you should embarrass is yourself."

Cai Xinyuan accidentally asked Chen Boxuan to amused her, she said dumbfoundedly: "Wu Yanzu is fine, Mr. Chen is fine, he looks like Uncle Ben Shan now."

Chen Boxuan was also happy, he said with a smile: "It doesn't matter who you look like, the key is to be in a good mood. Look at the moment, when you smile, you will immediately feel that nothing matters. It's a big deal, and you can get over it after a night of sleep. If one sleep is not enough, then two sleeps."

Cai Xinyuan chatted with Chen Boxuan, feeling much more relaxed, took a deep breath, and said, "Dude, thank you for giving me the warmest booster when I was so unlucky and embarrassing. , you should have given this injection earlier, then I won’t even shed these few tears for that bastard.”

Chen Boxuan said: "You're welcome, when someone hasn't lost their minds with lard, I live in Night City recently. If you are bored, or if you have anything you can't think of, you can come to me at any time. My eight-generation psychiatrist specializes in treating all kinds of diseases. Not in a good mood."

(End of this chapter)