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Chapter 305 Everyone Expresses Love Differently

Suddenly, a little anxious, Cen Qinghe stared at Shang Shaocheng with a thin layer of mist, and his expression was half-true and half-fake.For a while, Shang Shaocheng wasn't sure if she was real or just pretending, until Cen Qinghe came back to his senses, rolled his eyes, turned his eyes away, and said with pursed lips: "As long as I am a man, I will die with you a long time ago." gone."

Shang Shaocheng couldn't see the expression in her eyes, Quan Dang just at that moment, he was wrong, he thought she was going to cry.

His lips parted, and he replied disdainfully: "From the moment you think of the word "death together," I know that even if you are a man, you are a worthless coward."

Cen Qinghe has suppressed the grievance and sourness that suddenly surged up in his heart, and now he can calmly reply: "Or I should put it another way, if you are a woman, I can beat you until your partner can't recognize you."

Shang Shaocheng took off his shoes, just like her, and sat in the middle of the kang, she habitually crossed her legs, while he put one leg down and supported the other long leg.The two sat opposite each other across a square table. He looked at her and said with a sneer, "You can't beat me, you can't even beat me, and you're still shabby. I don't know where your confidence comes from?"

Since Cen Qinghe came back to Winter City from Binhai, she basically cried three times a day, her eyes were always swollen, and she didn't like to look in the mirror.

Squinting her eyes, she replied dissatisfied: "Compare your looks with a woman, are you embarrassed?"

Shang Shaocheng said without blinking his eyelids: "It's not that I can't compare with you, why are you embarrassed?"

Cen Qinghe choked for a moment, then pulled the corners of his lips, "Did you get promoted to marketing director because of this face?"

She changed the topic suddenly, Shang Shaocheng was drinking tea, when he heard this, he paused, his eyelids rolled up, he stared straight at her face, as if he wanted to see from her ambiguous face, Dig out the hidden meaning in her heart.

Time seemed to stand still for more than five seconds, until Shang Shaocheng's thin lips opened, and the voice replied unhurriedly: "In the high-level, there are indeed people who like me a lot, no, to be precise, they like me very much."

Cen Qinghe didn't expect that Shang Shaocheng would really answer. She was so gossipy for a while, her eyes widened, and she followed closely and asked: "Really, who is it? Who likes you so much?"

There were already a few images of women in her 50s or [-]s who couldn't see the specific faces in her mind.

Shang Shaocheng glanced at her and guessed what she was thinking.

The more suffocated and annoyed he was, the calmer the expression on his face became, his lips opened and closed again, and he replied faintly: "You don't even know me after I tell you."

Cen Qinghe gulped, looked at his face, remained silent for three seconds, then boldly asked tentatively, "Are you a woman?"

"There are men and women."

"Ah?" Her eyes widened, her expression was exaggerated, the expression in her eyes... was full of astonishment and, sympathy.

Seeing this, Shang Shaocheng said, "Want to know who it is?"

Cen Qinghe shook his head first, then nodded again.

Shang Shaocheng put down his teacup and said in a low voice, "Come here with your ears."

Cen Qinghe immediately put his arms on the side of the low table and leaned over.Shang Shaocheng raised his hand and grabbed the bun on the top of her head. Cen Qinghe instinctively stepped back, but he didn't let go. She had to move forward a little bit, glanced sideways at him and said, "Let go, what are you doing?" ?”

Shang Shaocheng grabbed her ball head with his right hand, stretched out the index finger of his left hand, and tapped Cen Qinghe's forehead one after another, and she kept frowning and blinking.

He squinted his eyes, and said in a tone full of disgust and threat: "You said what dirty things are in your brain? Originally, your brain was as big as a pine nut, and you still poured water into it. What's the matter, are you Want to plant trees in it?"

Cen Qinghe couldn't escape or move, she knelt by the table, she raised her hand to hit him, Shang Shaocheng had already seen her intention, so the moment she raised her hand, he grabbed her wrist .

Cen Qinghe touched the back of his right hand holding her hair with her left hand, and put her fingertips on his flesh. She warned, "Release quickly, don't say I'm scratching you."

Shang Shaocheng said in a deep voice, "How dare you."

Cen Qinghe didn't dare, she didn't scratch him, but gave him a hard pick.

"Hiss..." Shang Shaocheng suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air, and relaxed his hands.

Cen Qinghe took the opportunity to escape from his grasp and sat back.

He looked down at the back of his right hand, where there were five clear crescent moon marks on it, and raised his eyes to stare at her, "You really dare to strike!"

Cen Qinghe looked like a ruffian, her hair was pulled loose by him, she simply untied the leather cover and combed it again.While combing, he looked at him and replied: "On my territory, you still want Xiong Xiazi to stand at attention-covering the sky with one hand?"

Shang Shaocheng replied with a grim expression: "I don't want to stand at attention, I just want to hit you."

Cen Qinghe snorted: "Xiong Xiazi's tone is quite arrogant."

He supported her with one hand, and made a gesture to beat her. Cen Qinghe also reacted quickly, rolling backwards, and the half-tied hair fell down again.

Seeing her staring at him vigilantly, Shang Shaocheng sat down firmly again, and mockingly said: "Scared you to death."

Before Cen Qinghe could answer, he heard a few knocks on the door behind him, and shortly thereafter, the clerk opened the door and delivered three bottles of wine on a tray.

"This is ginseng wine, this is snake wine, and this is mountain fruit wine." The bottle containing the wine looks like an ancient portable wine jug. It is opaque, so you can't see how much it is inside. Cen Qinghe only picked up the bottle of mountain fruit wine , and sniffed it.

"It smells so good." The aroma of the wine is mixed with fruity aromas, like a sweet and sour taste.

Shang Shaocheng said: "He looks like a drunkard."

Cen Qinghe casually put her long hair down behind her head, holding the jug and smelling it, she said aloud: "I have liked to smell liquor since I was a child, as well as paint, all kinds of paint, and old boxes Taste."

Shang Shaocheng frowned, his strength interpreted the word disgust.

"Ugly people have a lot of eccentricities," he said.

Cen Qinghe rolled his eyes at him and said, "Are you beautiful?"

He responded calmly: "Such an obvious fact, you don't need to say it, anyone with long eyes can see it."

She muttered softly: "Shameless."

"What did you say?" He raised his eyelids and asked in a deep voice.

The corner of Cen Qinghe's lips twitched, and he replied with a half smile: "I say you are so beautiful."

He glanced at her unkindly, and it was only strange that he believed her.

She took out two new glasses, poured a glass of fruit wine for herself, and another glass of ginseng wine for him, raised her glass, and said, "Come on, drink one first."

Shang Shaocheng slowly picked up the cup, and said softly: "No prelude?"

Cen Qinghe said: "Do you need it?"

Shang Shaocheng said 'hmm': "The rice has been eaten so casually, and the wine can't be drunk casually."

Cen Qinghe thought about it for a while, and then said: "I respect you for a glass of ginseng wine, and I hope you will live a long and healthy life in the future."

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Cen Qinghe couldn't help laughing, the corners of her lips curled into a high arc, after she smiled, before he could say anything, she suddenly raised her head and drank almost half of the wine in the glass.

Seeing this, Shang Shaocheng raised his eyelids lightly, and asked meaningfully, "Provocation?"

Cen Qinghe turned over the wine glass in his hand, the bottom of the glass was up, and not a drop of wine dripped from it.

She said: "On behalf of the people of Northeast China, I challenge you, a half-breed of the sea and night."

Shang Shaocheng took a deep look at her and didn't answer. He just raised his hand and raised his head. All the wine in the glass slipped into his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down gently. His drinking movements were really more like a northern man. It's the way Cen Qinghe likes it.

Cen Qinghe poured himself another glass, and said aloud, "I have nothing to do in the afternoon. If I drink too much, I will fall asleep at worst. You still have work in the afternoon. What should I do if I drink too much?"

Shang Shaocheng replied indifferently: "Let's talk about it after drinking me high."

Cen Qinghe slammed his mouth, with a look of disdain and sarcasm, Shang Shaocheng wanted to beat her up when he saw it, but she was very alert, and he couldn't catch her for a while across the table.

Before all the dishes were served, Cen Qinghe and Shang Shaocheng had already drank three or four ounces of wine each, and sat on the unique kang in Northeast China, listening to the crackling sound of firewood under the kang.

The room heated up quickly, and the two of them had already taken off their coats. Cen Qinghe rolled up his sleeves, poured wine frequently, and looked for opportunities to drink.

Shang Shaocheng didn't know that she was in a bad mood, but that she was competitive and wanted to compete with him.

Being able to stay alone with her, whether it is quarreling, chatting, or fighting each other, is not the point. The point is that Shang Shaocheng feels very happy. This is a rare good time between him and her.

Cen Qinghe didn't eat by herself, picked up her chopsticks, and she picked up a chicken leg for Shang Shaocheng.

"I haven't used chopsticks before." For fear that he might dislike her, she had already protected herself wisely while picking up the food.

Shang Shaocheng said: "Eat your own, I'm not out of reach."

Cen Qinghe said: "I am being polite, I am a guest from afar."

Shang Shaocheng said: "You are usually a little polite to me, which is better than anything else."

Having said that, he still took a napkin, rolled up the chicken leg root, and took a bite.

When he was eating, he saw Cen Qinghe drinking alone, frowned slightly, and said, "Why are you pretending to be delicate, so much food, does it show that your stomach is small?"

Cen Qinghe said 'hey', and replied with emotion: "Today, I'm so drunk, I don't have any appetite, so I just want to drink."

Shang Shaocheng said: "You didn't say that you are full of poetry, I am really grateful to you."

After he finished speaking, Cen Qinghe suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "When you mention poetry, I think of a joke."

Shang Shaocheng said blankly: "Is there any necessary connection between poetry and jokes?"

Cen Qinghe said anxiously: "Oh, don't interrupt me, this joke is old. It is said that a male director asked his female actress to go to the room, but the female actress refused to go, because she was afraid of being unspoken. In the end, the director Said, I know your parents so well, what can I do to you? The actress had no choice but to go, but as soon as she entered the room, the male director asked her to take off her pants. It's a step, it's hard work, she just took off her pants, guess what the male director said?"

Shang Shaocheng didn't mean to laugh at all, and didn't want to pay attention to her interaction.Cen Qinghe was anxious, and said to him like a baby: "Guess what."

(End of this chapter)