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Chapter 493 It's Not No Report, It's Coming Soon

Not to mention how happy Shang Shaocheng was, he turned his head and glanced at her, proudly said: "It seems that you have been secretly in love with me for a long time."

Cen Qinghe rolled her beautiful eyes and replied aloud: "I saw the brand and planned to wear it back to exchange for money."

Shang Shaocheng knew that she was stubborn, but his heart was soft, and he refused to let go of her hand even when driving.

The two had a hot pot together at noon, and after the meal he took her home, the door opened, and Xiao Er was not seen, Cen Qinghe asked, "Where is Xiao Er?"

Shang Shaocheng said, "Send it for a beauty treatment."

Cen Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "Just its face, it doesn't matter whether it's beautiful or not."

Shang Shaocheng said in a serious tone: "Don't talk about it like that, it's pretty good, don't go out if it's not pretty."

Cen Qinghe said: "This is not the same as you."

The two changed into slippers and walked in. On Cen Qinghe's feet was a pair of Gucci ladies' camellia slippers. When she came to his house before, she always rubbed against him. Now he prepared it quietly. Cen Qinghe saw it but didn't point it out. Chicken thief, this is planning to deceive her here for a long time.

Coming to a display wall in the living room dedicated to hanging paintings, Shang Shaocheng casually took down a colorful still life painting. The frame was small, square, and the length and width were about the same size as A4 paper. The painting on it was a white painting in a vase Rose.

"You make a box yourself, give this to him."

He handed the picture frame to Cen Qinghe, Cen Qinghe took it over and looked at it, and asked, "How much is this?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "It's about the same price."

Cen Qinghe said: "It's over, don't take advantage of him, and take advantage of you when you come back."

Shang Shaocheng glanced at her pretending to be angry, and said in a deep voice, "See if you still take people's things in the future."

Cen Qinghe curled his lips slightly, and then said: "When I turn around, I will draw the exact same one for you, you keep it, maybe I will become popular in the future, and the paintings can also increase in value."

Shang Shaocheng said shamelessly: "Generally, those who play art only become famous after their death."

Cen Qinghe immediately gouged him out, "If I die, you won't be able to find a tune even if you cry."

Shang Shaocheng couldn't help laughing, the two stumbled a few words, she said out loud, "I'm leaving, I have something to do in the afternoon."

Shang Shaocheng quickly said: "Unload the grind and kill the donkey, I will help you pay back the favor, you didn't show it at all, it's rude."

Cen Qinghe raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you want to express?"

Shang Shaocheng pursed his beautiful lips, said nothing, just stared at her without blinking.

Cen Qinghe said, after all, she is soft on others, she stepped forward, tiptoed and kissed him on the lips.This kiss was originally like a touch of water, and it was meant to end, but when she was about to retreat, Shang Shaocheng suddenly raised his hand to embrace her in front of him, clasped the back of her head with his big hand, and leaned over to deepen the kiss.

Cen Qinghe knew that he was domineering, so she held the painting in one hand and grabbed his arm with the other. She didn't struggle, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it, but after a while, Shang Shaocheng's kiss slowly moved along her soft lips to her neck. spread everywhere.

She felt his burning breath and suppressed longing, she tilted her head back, raised her hand to his chest, and whispered: "Don't make trouble."

Shang Shaocheng hugged her, without raising his head or opening his eyes, lingering around her neck with his head buried.

Cen Qinghe's whole body was numb and soft after being kissed by him, she frowned lightly, and said out loud, "Stop making trouble, it's so itchy."

Shang Shaocheng tightened his arms and locked her firmly in his arms. Every time he came to his house, he tried every means to make her confused. Cen Qinghe held the painting in his right hand, and pushed his forehead with his left hand, shrinking Rubbing his neck, he said, "Can you still be a little promising?"

Shang Shaocheng replied in a deep voice: "Not promising."

Cen Qinghe was afraid that he really couldn't help but would wipe the gun off, so he pushed him a little harder, and he didn't forget to vent his anger, "I still have something to do, don't make trouble for yourself, I'm leaving .”

Shang Shaocheng put his arms around her and asked, "Can't it be a few days earlier?"

Cen Qinghe let him hold her, blushed slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Go and change your ID card."

Shang Shaocheng didn't want to let go, and said softly: "I will give it sooner or later, I don't care about the date, Qinghe, I really think, don't torture me..."

The two hugged each other, and they couldn't see the expression on each other's faces. Hearing his blunt sweet words, Cen Qinghe immediately blushed and felt weak all over. She had to pinch the frame hard to prevent it from falling off.

He really wants her, and Cen Qinghe knows that every time he looks at her, there is a strong desire to "break the skin and bones", especially when getting along in private, she fights wits and courage with wolves every minute If you are careful, you will be dragged into the wolf's den by him, which is why she dare not come to his house.

In fact, why didn't she think about it, after all, she is a foodie, and she can't stand such a superb product dangling in front of her every day. Recently, even Cai Xinyuan often joked: "Don't take Shang Shaocheng home again, you It's a naked show off, if you want to go home with him, I'm out of sight and out of mind."

There are often two voices in Cen Qinghe's heart who are competing with each other. Sometimes she becomes impulsive, and she wishes she could knock down Shang Shaocheng every minute, but most of the time, she only dares to think about it and dare not put it into action. Lessons learned from the past, she was afraid in her heart, always thinking that she could delay it for a day, anyway, she promised to give it to him on his birthday, and this was also the deadline she gave herself, and then it was up to him, anyway, love is love, and the future, tell you later.

But right now, she still has to struggle.

"It's been a few days, and it's gone as soon as you open and close your eyes. You said it yourself, love is a kind of practice. During the recent period, please be pure-hearted and ascetic."

Cen Qinghe raised his hand and touched Shang Shaocheng's head, his tone full of earnest instruction.

Shang Shaocheng buried his face in her neck, not so much a kiss as an indulging attachment, obviously within reach, but not available; obviously close in front of his eyes, but he could only see but not touch.

Cen Qinghe didn't hang him on purpose, but Shang Shaocheng really experienced what it means to get what you want, the more you want, the more you can't get it. This tortured struggle made him crazy Pulling and taking a deep breath, he finally raised his head from her neck.

His handsome face met her timid gaze, his pupils were dark, and he said in a low voice: "You are torturing me so much now, I will save it for you, and I will get it back together on my birthday."

This was a blatant and naked threat. Cen Qinghe felt a tingling electric current rushing through her body, blushing, her beautiful eyes slightly stared, and she replied aloud: "Don't scare people, I'm even more scared if you do this."

Shang Shaocheng raised his hand to touch the top of her head, took another deep breath, as if trying to suppress something, and said after a few seconds: "Don't worry, I will treat you 'good'."

Cen Qinghe couldn't hold it back, and swayed in front of him, her spine felt cold, she quickly stepped back, and said with vigilance in her eyes: "I won't go to your house before your birthday."

Shang Shaocheng stood there smiling, "At twelve o'clock in the evening on the [-]th, I'll wait for you at home, see you soon."

This is a topic that they often discuss recently. Cen Qinghe promised him that as soon as his birthday time comes, she will be the first person to celebrate his birthday.

Although there were only the two of them at home, and even Xiaoer was not there, Cen Qinghe would still blush when discussing such a topic in broad daylight, and she shouted to leave without saying a few words.

Shang Shaocheng said: "Go slowly, don't send it off."

Cen Qinghe raised his eyebrows, "Which one of us will kill the donkey? You are too realistic."

As soon as she rejected him on the other side, he immediately gave up his appearance.

When Shang Shaocheng heard the words, he glanced down with his beautiful eyes, and said in a low voice: "Can I go out like this?"

Cen Qinghe followed his gaze to look at the middle of him, hey, she turned and walked away, not daring to turn her head back, "You are busy, I will go first, see you later."

Being chased by ghosts is nothing more than that, Shang Shaocheng even suspected that if she was faster, she would lose her slippers.

She ran out of Shang Shaocheng's house as if fleeing for her life, and she was a little relieved when she got into the elevator and the elevator door closed.

The mirror-like elevator wall reflected her red face. Cen Qinghe took a deep breath with her mouth open, trying to regulate her heartbeat. Her mind was filled with the unsuitable scene just now. She couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry until she accidentally raised her eyes to see , the corners of her lips in the opposite mirror rose, she quickly retracted them, and secretly scolded herself for becoming more and more shameless, what a beauty.

On the way to meet the client in the afternoon, Cen Qinghe went to the gift shop to buy a box with a picture frame, so that he could return the gift to Cheng Jiahe when he saw Cheng Jiahe next time.

Returning to the company later, Cen Qinghe originally wanted to discuss with Zhang Yu about the private exhibition hall, but when she first arrived at the company, she was told by her colleagues that Zhang Peng was looking for her and asked her to go upstairs to the office.

Ever since the two talked alone for Cai Xinyuan last time, he hadn't looked for her alone for such a long time, and he didn't know why this time.

Feeling uneasy, Cen Qinghe stepped upstairs and knocked on the door of the supervisor's office.

"Enter."

Cen Qinghe pushed the door open and saw Zhang Peng behind the desk. She greeted her as usual, "Director Zhang, what can I do for you?"

Zhang Peng looked up at Cen Qinghe, showed a long-lost warm smile, and said, "I'm back, come and sit."

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Cen Qinghe was not sure what was going on in his heart, but it was not difficult to guess seeing him like this, basically he was not looking for trouble, but wanted to discuss something with her.

Walking to the guest chair in front of the desk and sitting down, Cen Qinghe pretended to be calm, with a smile on his face, and did not take the initiative to ask.

Instead, Zhang Peng took the initiative and said, "Do you want to drink tea? A customer gave me some Dahongpao, saying they are premium."

Cen Qinghe replied without changing his face: "Don't bother, I don't understand tea, and I can't drink anything."

Zhang Peng had already stood up, walked towards the water dispenser, and said with a smile: "There are many things that you never understand. I'll make you a cup. You can drink and watch."

He is so attentive, Cen Qinghe thought quickly in his heart, what is there to discuss with her, to change his face so quickly.

Zhang Peng made two cups of tea, and Cen Qinghe took one and thanked him aloud.

Zhang Peng sat across from her, and instead of talking about the subject, he talked about tea with her.

(End of this chapter)