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Chapter 695 The same love, the same fear

Cen Qinghe became anxious immediately, and asked repeatedly: "Where is it uncomfortable? Where are you?"

Shang Shaocheng said, "At home."

"I'll go there now, you wait for me."

Cen Qinghe hung up the phone, and Cai Xinyuan next to him asked, "What happened?"

Cen Qinghe packed his things in a hurry, frowned and said, "Shaocheng is not feeling well, I'll go home quickly."

Cai Xinyuan wondered, "Didn't you go to work, it's fine..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Qinghe rushed out like a gust of wind.

What about having dinner together?

Everyone laughs at fifty steps and laughs at hundreds of steps, let alone anyone who sees sex, it's all about this thing.

Cen Qinghe didn't even hit the ball twice, she was busy chatting with Cai Xinyuan, she didn't sweat, she didn't take a shower, she changed her clothes and hurried to take a taxi to the Pangu family.

She ran all the way in, and when she reached the door and opened it, she was out of breath.

Xiao Er had already heard the sound and waited for her at the entrance. Cen Qinghe was not in the mood to interact with it, so he took off his shoes and ran upstairs.

When I came to the master bedroom, the curtains in the room were blocked, and the light was dim. Cen Qinghe didn't turn on the light, and walked to the bedside. forehead.

Maybe it was because she ran too fast, her palms were slightly wet, and she couldn't feel the temperature on Shang Shaocheng's forehead, so she had to lower her head and use her own forehead to test the temperature of his forehead.

Shang Shaocheng suddenly opened his eyes, the dark pupils were particularly dazzling in the dim light, like a pair of glowing obsidian.

Cen Qinghe raised his head, looked at him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

She tried his forehead temperature, but he didn't have a fever.

Shang Shaocheng opened his thin lips, looked at her with piercing eyes, and replied in a low voice: "I feel uncomfortable."

Cen Qinghe was so stubborn that he almost wanted to ask, do you have a heart attack?

But when the words came to her lips, she saw Shang Shaocheng's serious eyes that were different from the past, and only then did she realize that what he said was uncomfortable, not angina pectoris.

She didn't make a sound, and the two just sat and lay down, looking at each other.

Looking at it, Cen Qinghe suddenly got wet eyes, and tears rolled down in big drops.

Seeing this, Shang Shaocheng sat up and pulled her into his arms. Cen Qinghe felt the familiar body temperature and smell, and couldn't help it anymore, crying loudly.

Shang Shaocheng didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand to caress the back of her head for a moment.

Cen Qinghe, like a wronged person, has been suppressed for a long time, and now he finally found a vent, and tears flowed out of his body along with all the unhappiness.

The crying lasted at most half a minute, and then there was only soft sobbing left. Shang Shaocheng held her face in one hand, and wiped her tears and nose with the other.

Cen Qinghe is also a shameless person, she can wipe away her tears, but even her nose feels dirty.

Probing the tissue on the bedside table, she turned her head and blew her nose vigorously, Shang Shaocheng laughed lightly, and Cen Qinghe said in a muffled voice, "Why are you laughing?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "I'm afraid you'll blow your nose off."

Cen Qinghe provoked, "You don't like me if you don't have a nose?"

Shang Shaocheng didn't answer right away, but just looked at her profile without blinking, and said after a while: "I'm afraid you don't like me anymore."

Hearing this, Cen Qinghe subconsciously felt the tip of her nose sore, her eye sockets couldn't stop burning, and a big, round tear slipped down her lower eyelashes. Cen Qinghe said in her heart, how could I not like you, but in reality she was like a stick in her throat , didn't say a word.

Shang Shaocheng turned her face, looked at her and said, "Are you still angry with me?"

Cen Qinghe shook his head and cried.

Shang Shaocheng felt uncomfortable looking at it, and said in a low voice: "It's my fault."

Cen Qinghe cried and threw himself into his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said with a sob: "I'm not angry with you, Shaocheng...I really like you."

Cen Qinghe wanted to say a lot, but when it came to her mouth, she didn't know why it suddenly turned into a confession.

Maybe it's because I'm too scared.

I am afraid that there are thousands of possibilities and accidents that will hurt their relationship.

What Shang Shaocheng was worried about was whether Cen Qinghe's feelings for him had changed. When she said I really like you, his heart was moved and heartbroken. He subconsciously tightened his arms and hugged her tightly. Behind her ear she replied softly but definitely: "I like you too, I like you very much, I like you very much, I can't live without you."

Men's skins are always thicker than women's. Once he knew that Cen Qinghe cared about him very much, Shang Shaocheng immediately revived with blood on the spot, and he didn't even blink his eyes when he talked about love.

Cen Qinghe's worries day and night these days were easily soothed by Shang Shaocheng's words. She hugged his neck tightly and said in a coquettish and aggrieved way: "I'm afraid you don't like me anymore."

Shang Shaocheng hugged her, and whispered back: "Coincidentally, I'm just as afraid as you are."

Cen Qinghe asked: "You are so nice, everyone will rush to curry favor with you, what if you meet someone better than me and don't want me?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "I am also worried about this issue."

As soon as the words fell, Cen Qinghe immediately opened the distance between the two of them, and sideways him with an unfriendly look.

Shang Shaocheng hurriedly explained, "I mean, there are many good men around you, what if someone poachs me while I'm not paying attention?"

Cen Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said: "You are so worried about me, am I that kind of person?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "I can't help it, I'm blinded by sex, I can't convince myself with reason now, if you are a little bit cold to me these two days, I will almost become a resentful woman, I have been thinking wildly, I am afraid that you will give me Kicked."

Cen Qinghe pouted: "Don't steal my words, this is what I want to say."

Shang Shaocheng asked: "Since when did I treat you coldly? Obviously you were the one who violently abused me."

Cen Qinghe said: "How can it be? When I called you, you were either working or busy. I thought you did it on purpose."

Shang Shaocheng almost raised his hand to swear, "Heavenly conscience, if you don't believe me, ask Yu Chunan if I was working when you called me?"

Cen Qinghe curled his lips and said, "Come on, do you have the nerve to ask others about our affairs?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "I said to pick you up from the sales department today. You said you had an appointment with a friend. I went and saw you getting into Xue Kaiyang's car. What does he mean? Is he still jealous of you?"

Cen Qinghe told the truth, "Xue Kaiyang sent me downstairs to Sun Qian's house and left. We are pure buddies now."

Shang Shaocheng said sourly: "You treat him like a buddy, maybe he wants to take advantage of it in his heart."

Cen Qinghe was originally afraid that Shang Shaocheng would be indifferent to him, but now that he saw it, it looked so indifferent, it was so strong.

In fact, what women want is very simple, the person they like also likes themselves, like crazy.

Shang Shaocheng does not say that he is completely crazy now, but he has lost all reason. He has always been indifferent before, but now he is always playing childish temper with her, and even pretending to be sick to trick her back. He does not look like an adult.

But the more he is like this, the more insecurity in Cen Qinghe's heart dissipates, as long as he cares about her and likes her, he can ignore the rest.

Thinking it was inconvenient to sit on the side of the bed and twist his body to talk, Cen Qinghe simply took off his pants, sat cross-legged on the bed, and the two faced each other, having an unreserved spiritual communication.

A lot of things have already been said, but when I mention them again this time, it is in a different state of mind.Both Cen Qinghe and Shang Shaocheng can feel that they care deeply about each other, they don't want to have any barriers at all, and they try their best to maintain this relationship.

The haze in Cen Qinghe's heart was swept away, looking at the handsome face opposite without any blemishes, she asked aloud: "How much do you feel for me now?"

Shang Shaocheng asked: "How much is the full score?"

Cen Qinghe said: "Ten."

Shang Shaocheng didn't answer but instead asked, "How would you rate me?"

"Five past nine."

He immediately frowned, and said displeasedly, "Where's the difference of [-]?"

Seeing him blowing his beard and staring at him, Cen Qinghe couldn't help curling his lips and replied: "I'm afraid you'll be proud. Who can't have room for improvement?"

After she finished speaking, she remembered the same thing again, raised her voice and said, "I asked you first, how would you rate me?"

Shang Shaocheng said in a deep voice, "Nine to five."

Cen Qinghe was upset, "Where is my zero five?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "No one is perfect, only a love that is evenly matched can last forever."

Cen Qinghe gritted his teeth, what nonsense, he is narrow-minded, and he refuses to suffer at all.

The two looked at each other face to face for a while, Shang Shaocheng couldn't hold back after all, raised his hand and pinched her face, Cen Qinghe frowned and avoided, stretched out his hand to hit him, he stretched out again, she couldn't dodge, and sat cross-legged again, directly Fall to the side.

Shang Shaocheng came over to tickle her, Cen Qinghe screamed sharply, but he couldn't move him at all, he was pressed on her like a mountain, her scalp was numb, and she kept saying: "Take it, I am convinced..."

Shang Shaocheng placed both hands on her ribs threateningly, looked down at her and said, "Brother."

Cen Qinghe gritted his teeth, preferring death to submission.

Shang Shaocheng let out a soft 'hey' from his mouth, laughing at her dead duck's stubborn mouth, and clasped her ribs with a little force with his fingers, which suddenly hurt and itched, as if stepping on a switch, Cen Qinghe said 'ow' His voice almost pierced Shang Shaocheng's eardrums.

He said in a deep voice, "Hurry up, do you want to call?"

Cen Qinghe was so afraid that she didn't dare to move, a hero would not suffer the immediate loss, she whispered: "Brother Shaocheng..."

Shang Shaocheng said: "Call again, until I am happy."

Cen Qinghe pushed forward in one breath, the scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
When Shang Shaocheng saw her unconvinced eyes, the strength on his fingers immediately increased a little bit, he didn't wait to scratch, just to scare, Cen Qinghe immediately shouted without emotion: "Brother Shaocheng, brother Shaocheng... ..."

Parrots are like parrots, one sentence after another.

Shang Shaocheng picked up his right finger, reached into her clothes, pinched the slippery and soft flesh of her waist, and said in a deep voice: "Provocation again, I will make you cry with joy."

Cen Qinghe believed that Shang Shaocheng did what he said, and immediately glared at him angrily, pursing his lips slightly and moaned: "Oh, brother Shaocheng."

This sound really made Shang Shaocheng's bones crumble.

(End of this chapter)