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Chapter 743 Love You Compromise

At [-]:[-] pm local time in France, the plane landed at Paris International Airport. Because there were some domestic tourists on board the whole plane, Cen Qinghe and Shang Shaocheng were not in a hurry to meet. to the airport gate.

The hotel was booked long ago, and the other party sent two luxury Lincoln cars to pick them up. Cen Qinghe and Cai Xinyuan got into one, and Shang Shaocheng and Chen Boxuan got into the other.

Now is also the best season for the weather in Paris. The sun sets at 07:30, the brightly lit tall street lamps are on the Airport Road, and the summer wind blows, making it warm and comfortable.

Both Cen Qinghe and Cai Xinyuan were in a particularly good mood. They lowered the car window and slightly turned their faces through the car window to feel the sense of freedom brought by the wind blowing their hair.

Shang Shaocheng and Chen Boxuan were sitting in the back car. Seeing this, Shang Shaocheng called Cen Qinghe and asked after connecting, "Are you happy?"

Cen Qinghe replied with a smile: "Didn't you see that the corners of my mouth are grinning to the root of my ears?"

Shang Shaocheng said in a teasing tone, "Excellent."

Chen Boxuan's voice came faintly from the phone, "I ask to change the car, you two sit together, if you don't get tired of crooked for a minute, you will feel uncomfortable all over."

Before Cen Qinghe could refute, he heard Shang Shaocheng say: "You tell the driver to stop ahead."

Cen Qinghe said: "Do you really want to change the car?"

Shang Shaocheng responded.

Cen Qinghe had no choice but to communicate with the driver in French and asked him to stop in front of him. Cai Xinyuan didn't understand French, so she turned her head and asked Cen Qinghe: "What's wrong?"

Cen Qinghe said: "Brother Xuan misses you, so I insist on sitting with you."

When Cai Xinyuan heard this, she immediately blurred her disgusted and arrogant expression, and said, "Trouble."

The two cars stopped at the front and rear, Shang Shaocheng got out of the car and walked over, changing Cai Xinyuan to the next car.

Before Shang Shaocheng got into the car, before Cai Xinyuan could close the car door, she saw Cen Qinghe couldn't help throwing herself into Shang Shaocheng's arms. She immediately twitched the corner of her lower lip and said, "It's almost done, foreign friends are still watching .”

Cen Qinghe turned a blind eye, because he was so happy that he even got a little more tired of Shang Shaocheng, and asked in a low voice: "Do you miss me?"

Shang Shaocheng didn't answer and asked instead: "Do you miss me?"

Cen Qinghe hissed, frowned and said, "Why do you have to ask me back every time I ask you something? You can't suffer at all?"

Shang Shaocheng replied: "Who told you to ask every day knowingly?"

Cen Qinghe acted coquettishly, "I like you."

Shang Shaocheng's eyes were full of melting tenderness, he held her shoulder and said, "Same."

Cen Qinghe really likes Shang Shaocheng, and thinks he is cool and gentle. Now she has finally smoothed all the edges and corners of his body. No, it can’t be said to be smooth, but it is very good to avoid. , Knowing his character and habits, knowing what things must not be done, knowing what things are wrong, even if he is angry, coaxing him will heal immediately.

The insecurity at the beginning of being together has gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of happiness from the heart, and now she also thinks wildly from time to time, but what she thinks is not whether he will suddenly change his mind, but "there is always something tricky." The people want to harm me'.

If it was an external factor, it would be fine if they worked hard to resolve it, as long as his heart remained the same.

The car drove for less than four or ten minutes, and finally stopped slowly in front of the Peninsula Hotel, just passing the Champs Elysees, diagonally opposite the Arc de Triomphe.

There are only five top-level suites on the top floor of the hotel. Shang Shaocheng and Chen Boxuan booked one set alone. Cen Qinghe didn't ask the price before he came. He only asked when he went upstairs and saw the environment inside, "How much is a night here?" money?"

Shang Shaocheng was in the bathroom, and said with an empty echo, "Twenty-five thousand."

Cen Qinghe gave a calm 'oh' at first, thinking it was okay, but then she came to the door of the bathroom quickly, grabbed the door frame and looked at his back and asked, "Twenty-five thousand euros?"

Standing in front of the sink, Shang Shaocheng looked up at her reflected in the glasses, and said calmly, "Well, what are you doing?"

Cen Qinghe stepped forward in one breath, staring and said: "Twenty-five thousand euros, isn't that RMB 21? You prodigal son!"

Shang Shaocheng joked, "Why don't you rent a youth hostel?"

He said it unintentionally, but Cen Qinghe listened to it intentionally. She didn't mean it, but subconsciously thought of the house she was renting, on the second ring road of Yecheng, with a monthly rent of 20. Because it was the house of the old client's parents, she agreed to renovate it. Furniture, so the customer only charged her three months' rent, but everything was done, and it cost a small [-].

For 20 yuan, she can buy a [-]-square-meter house in Anling. She used it to decorate other people's homes, and tried her best to give Shangshaocheng a place to rest and be warm with her own ability, but this was only for Shangshaocheng to live in. The price of a hotel for one night.

Perhaps the difference between her and him is the Peninsula Hotel on the Champs Elysees, and the youth hostel on the remote side street.

His joke was unintentional, as was the embarrassment that flashed across Cen Qinghe's face, but Shang Shaocheng saw it.

She is sensitive, but he is sharp. Cen Qinghe said with a smile, he went out and walked around. Shang Shaocheng was going to take a bath. Seeing this, he stepped out, hugged her waist from behind, put his chin on the top of her head, and said softly: " I'm just kidding."

Cen Qinghe smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shang Shaocheng replied without changing his face: "Actually, I can live anywhere."

Cen Qinghe said carelessly: "I'm not angry, why are you explaining this?"

Shang Shaocheng knew that he might have accidentally poked her. She wanted to be strong, and she would not come to him for help with things she could do. Just like Zhou Anqi was going to live in the Pangu family. She could have told him to let him He came to solve it, but she rented the Donghua community without saying a word. She tried her best to catch up with him.

It was because of her hard work that he regretted his quick talk.

Seeing that she couldn't hide it anymore, Cen Qinghe couldn't help but put her hand on the back of his hand, trying to cover up the slight sourness in her heart with a relaxed tone, she said: "Oh, I'm not that glass-hearted, it's okay, if you insist on saying I'm uncomfortable, In fact, I just feel that you have been wronged. You should have traveled and stayed in the best hotel. When you go back, you will live in the Pangu family. Look at what I have brought with you now. Let alone the old house when you go home, you have to run to the youth hostel when you go out. , How miserable? Hang out with me for another two years, I'm afraid you will have to bargain with others when you go out to buy things."

Shang Shaocheng held her arm tightly, and replied in a low voice: "I am willing."

The corner of Cen Qinghe's lips curled up, "Here you are."

She was also afraid that Shang Shaocheng would feel guilty, so she patted the back of his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will work hard to make money. If you let me live in a hotel with 1 euros, I can't afford it. Go back and stay at [-] a night." For five yuan, I will cover you for a week once I grit my teeth and stomp my feet."

Shang Shaocheng also laughed, "He's quite rich."

"That's right, the money in my card is enough to buy the most expensive house in Anling, complete with fine decoration."

Shang Shaocheng said: "Take your time, at your speed, it is not a dream to raise me."

Cen Qinghe turned back and elbowed his chest, cursing, "Shameless."

The phone in the room rang, and Cen Qinghe broke free from his arms and ran to answer it. It was Cai Xinyuan calling, asking when they would pack up and have dinner together.

Cen Qinghe responded, hung up the phone, and went into the bathroom with Shang Shaocheng to take a shower. After coming out, he changed his clothes and went outside for dinner in the private garden.

The private garden on the top floor overlooks the entire night view of Paris. There are rows of modern and European-style buildings, and the neon lights are like colorful gems accidentally sprinkled by God. They are dazzling. At this moment, even if the plate in front of Cen Qinghe is not truffles and steaks, It is the simplest instant noodles with ham sausage, and she will feel very happy.

But truffles and steak are what Shang Shaocheng normally eats, and instant noodles and ham are his choices to accommodate her.

In the past, they met by chance and stepped into each other's world like a misunderstanding, but now they decide to be together for a long time, so getting closer or compromising with each other has become an inevitable choice, she does not want Shang Shaocheng to slow down blindly Come to accommodate her, she has to hurry up, and catch up with him faster.

Cen Qinghe has never stayed in a 21-night hotel. On her first night in France, she really felt that she and Shang Shaocheng were not in the same world. Although it is vulgar to use material things to distinguish grades, this is reality.

After dinner, the four of them took the elevator downstairs. The hotel has a fleet of luxury cars, responsible for leading the hotel guests around Paris.

Neither Shang Shaocheng nor Chen Boxuan used a driver, so they each picked up a car and took Cen Qinghe and Cai Xinyuan for a walk alone.

Cen Qinghe called to see the Arc de Triomphe, asked Shang Shaocheng to take a photo for her in front of the Arc de Triomphe, and took a group photo with him.At first Shang Shaocheng didn't want it, but later Cen Qinghe couldn't help being soft-hearted, from a cool face to a smiling face, unconsciously.

There are special chocolate cones for sale near the Arc de Triomphe, one half as long as an arm, Cen Qinghe bought one, and shared with Shang Shaocheng. She was wearing a black-bottomed red rose tulle dress with a tube top, and when the wind blew, it looked like Shang Shaocheng discovered a fairy who turned into a rose. When the two of them were walking on the road, many men would look at her blatantly. He didn't say anything, but his arm was on her shoulder like an oath of sovereignty.

Strolling to a nearby fountain, Cen Qinghe lifted her skirt and stood by the pool. Shang Shaocheng was almost at the level of her shoulders. She looked down at him and said with a smile, "Shang Shaozi."

Shang Shaocheng glanced up at her, "Are you coming down?"

Cen Qinghe smiled brightly, and walked along the edge of the pool. Her long skirt did not reach her feet. He was afraid that she would accidentally fall into the pool, so before she could take a few steps, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pinched her with one hand. down.

After Cen Qinghe's feet landed on the ground, he held his hand, and the two of them interlocked their fingers, walking on the streets of Paris.

Good-looking people do not distinguish between nationalities and borders. Shang Shaocheng and Cen Qinghe walk side by side, always attracting the attention of many people. Cen Qinghe whispered: "It seems that I am still very popular in France."

Shang Shaocheng replied in an upright manner: "There is no need to whisper, no one can understand what you say."

Cen Qinghe thought so, she suddenly opened her throat and shouted: "Shang Shaocheng, I like you!"

With this voice, everyone within a radius of five meters looked at the two of them.

(End of this chapter)