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Chapter 745 A Dream

Later, the four of them were sent to the station by special car, from Paris to Marseille train station in Provence.Along the way, Cen Qinghe couldn't hide his excitement for a few times, because outside the car were stretches of lavender flower fields, and the sky was full of purple, as if the sky was as big as the underground flower fields, and it was boundless at a glance.

She took a picture with her mobile phone, and Shang Shaocheng sat next to her and closed her eyes to sleep. She turned the camera to the front, made faces at the screen, and took him into the picture.

Compared with Paris, Provence does not have so many landmark buildings of the times. Instead, it has a lot of romantic atmosphere of the old times. The sun is so bright that it is dazzling, the air is full of lavender fragrance, and the streets are dressed in hot foreign clothes. Beauty, everything here is so refreshing.

On the first day when they came to Provence, they lived in a city hotel. Dinner was local tomato pasta and black truffle as the main course. The red wine here is also very famous. Cen Qinghe was so happy that he drank most of it bottle.

The new shoes bought by Shang Shaocheng for Cen Qinghe are very beautiful, with many genuine diamonds embedded on them, and the beauty is beautiful, but after walking too much, Cen Qinghe endured it for a long time. Can't help it, stop and go.

Shang Shaocheng looked at her sideways, she frowned slightly, and said honestly: "Grind your feet."

Shang Shaocheng asked her to take off her shoes and looked around. There was a stall selling local traditional items not far from the roadside. He asked her to wait there. He went and bought her a pair of sunflower-colored thick soles The shoes are not expensive, 35 euros, but Cen Qinghe likes them very much.

Chen Boxuan and Cai Xinyuan went shopping elsewhere, leaving Cen Qinghe and Shang Shaocheng holding hands, wandering around aimlessly.

There are accessories and supplies made of lavender everywhere here. Cen Qinghe picked out a lot of essential oils and handmade soaps, waiting to take them back and give them away.

Shang Shaocheng is responsible for giving money and helping her carry things.

It was agreed to buy less and buy less, but before they knew it, their hands were still full of bags. When they returned to the hotel, Cen Qinghe collapsed on the sofa exhausted without exception. Sore and sore.

When Shang Shaocheng passed by her, he said, "I'll run the water, take a bath and relax later."

Cen Qinghe responded, thinking about closing his eyes and resting his mind for a while, who would have thought that when he closed his eyes, he would fall asleep from exhaustion.

Shang Shaocheng put away the water and came to the living room to look for her. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he picked her up and walked in.

"Hmm..." Cen Qinghe was in a daze, opened his eyes a little, and saw that it was Shang Shaocheng, so he was relieved and closed his eyes again.

The hotel's bathroom is very large, surrounded by a rectangular bathtub large enough for four people to share, with a blue background and white edges. Once the water is filled, it looks like a delicate sea.

Shang Shaocheng called her softly, "Wake up, take a bath before going to sleep."

Cen Qinghe snorted, but did nothing.

Shang Shaocheng said: "You can see the lavender field here."

As soon as these words came out, Cen Qinghe immediately returned to the light, struggled to open his eyes, and looked around, "Where is it?"

Shang Shaocheng pressed the button on the side, and saw the white roller blind the size of the entire wall rising at a constant speed, and behind it was not a wall, but a whole huge glass. Outside the glass wall was the hotel's private garden, full of romantic plants. Purple lavender.

It is night now, and instead of daylight are the European-style street lamps in the garden. The pearly white shines on the charming light purple, which is so beautiful that people can't believe it.

When Cen Qinghe sighed to himself, Shang Shaocheng beside him had already taken off his clothes, and was reaching out to untie the belt in the middle of her skirt.

Cen Qinghe glanced inadvertently, saw his naked upper body and the lotus tattoo on his lower abdomen, immediately reached out to pat him, frowned and said: "Ah, you are not afraid of being seen!"

Shang Shaocheng said: "This hotel is the tallest building in Provence, and here is the top floor. Who can see it except you?"

Cen Qinghe was still embarrassed. The glass on the right side of the wall was polished too brightly. If it wasn't for the reflection of the two figures, she would have wondered if she was outside. This kind of environment is very beautiful, but it is somewhat ok sense of security.

Shang Shaocheng saw her cramped, and asked her in a low voice: "Shall I lower the curtains?"

When the curtains were lowered, she couldn't see the beautiful scenery outside, and Cen Qinghe felt it was a pity, so after a brief hesitation, she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and gave it up.

Taking off her skirt and underwear, she quickly stepped into the big bathtub and submerged her body in the warm water. Shang Shaocheng then stepped in, and the water rippled layer by layer, with a refreshing lavender fragrance.

Cen Qinghe sniffed, "It's so fragrant, I can smell the fragrance of flowers outside, have you smelled it?"

Shang Shaocheng couldn't help laughing, "Erhuo, I put essential oil in the water."

Cen Qinghe immediately picked up a handful of water and took it to the tip of his nose to smell it. Shang Shaocheng's eyes were narrowed, and she became angry from embarrassment, and directly picked up the water and splashed it on his face.

Shang Shaocheng narrowed his eyes instinctively, and she continued to work hard. Before, she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, but now she was energetic and smiling.

Shang Shaocheng only stayed where he was for less than five seconds. He planned to take a loss and let it go, but seeing that she wanted to catch a persimmon and bully it into a persimmon cake, he couldn't bear it. She, Cen Qinghe dodged with an 'ow', and used his hands and feet to dig water forward.

The bathtub is very big, but there is always a side. Cen Qinghe was afraid, so he ran to a blind corner and hugged his shoulders to pretend to be an ostrich. Shang Shaocheng came from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist underwater.

The hero Cen Qinghe didn't suffer from the immediate loss, and immediately said softly: "I was wrong, please forgive me."

Shang Shaocheng took her to a good position facing the garden outside the window, and held her to watch the scenery. Cen Qinghe put his arm on the edge of the pool, and it was just right for her face to lie on it.

The nephrite jade in his arms was warm and fragrant, the water flowed smoothly, and the air was filled with an intoxicating sweetness. Shang Shaocheng put his chin on the back of her head and kissed her hair gently.

Cen Qinghe remained motionless, looking softly at Manli's purple color outside the window, as his body gradually approached, she frowned slightly and let out a low snort.

Shang Shaocheng leaned over to kiss her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, all the way down.

The outdoor scenery is just right, and the indoor spring is infinite.

A group of four stayed in France for seven days. In the next few days, they left the Provence city and went to the small town below.

The small town has a different style from the city, with a unique taste of freedom, allowing people to bathe in the sun and flowers unscrupulously.

Cen Qinghe is used to sitting in all kinds of luxury cars in Shangshaocheng, but he has never tried to sit on the back of his bicycle.

He can also ride fast on country roads. Cen Qinghe raised her skirt to prevent the skirt from being caught by the wheels, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She turned her head and looked back, and the Xuanyuan group was thrown a distance behind her. Cai Xinyuan was driving Chen Boxuan, and she turned the princess car into a professional racing car. She heard Chen Boxuan's trembling voice from a long distance, and kept saying, "Hey, slow down, slow down, look at the road. ..."

Cen Qinghe almost fell off the car laughing at one glance.

When I went to rent a bicycle just now, Shang Shaocheng and Cen Qinghe looked calm, as did Cai Xinyuan, but Chen Boxuan looked around, looking around, but not at the bicycle.

After the car was rented, Shang Shaocheng sat on it handsomely, and Cen Qinghe also got into the back seat; when Cai Xinyuan and Chen Boxuan were here, Cai Xinyuan looked at him and said, "We will compete later."

Chen Boxuan had to look back at her, put his hands in his pockets, squinted slightly because of the glare of the sun, and replied aloud: "I don't know how to ride a bicycle."

Cai Xinyuan stared, and Cen Qinghe was also surprised.

But before Cen Qinghe teased her, Shang Shaocheng stepped on it, and he took her a step ahead.

Cen Qinghe wondered what Chen Boxuan and the others would do, wouldn't Cai Xinyuan teach him how to ride a bicycle?In the end, I saw a princess car chasing after me from a distance, and it was Cai Xinyuan who was driving the frightened Chen Boxuan.

The tourism industry in Provence has been very developed, and even the small towns below have their own unique projects to attract tourists, such as Roussillon, where brightly colored small houses can be seen everywhere, such as pink, bright orange, sky blue... like It is a glass bead that an angel inadvertently falls to the mortal world.

Cen Qinghe has also been to some countries, but she has never felt this way. She is not here for travel, vacation, or shopping. She is here to taste the taste of love and happiness with the person she likes.

She will never forget the sunshine in Provence, and the charming lavender and intoxicating fragrance here; she will never forget Chen Boxuan misleading others to pretend to be gay in broad daylight; My heart couldn't take it anymore, I jumped out of the car halfway, accidentally didn't brake the brakes, and fell into the flower field.

She will never forget the photos she took with Shang Shaocheng in front of the Arc de Triomphe, nor will she forget the country roads they walked hand in hand; she will never forget the numb words he said when he was in love, nor will she forget The 'scandalous thing' that the two had done brazenly while hiding in the flowers.

In just seven days, Cen Qinghe was happy every minute and every second. Shang Shaocheng said that she was dreaming and talking in her sleep in the middle of the night, and laughed while talking. Cen Qinghe believed it. After all, she maintained a high degree of excitement and excitement throughout the day. active state.

On the day they were leaving, they flew directly from the airport in Provence to the Paris airport. Cen Qinghe looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him reluctantly, wishing that he had only come here today.

She made a hypocritical and emotional gesture, leaned over to kiss a lavender plant in the flower field, and whispered: "I will come back to see you."

Shang Shaocheng felt her reluctance, took her hand, and said aloud: "I like this place, we can come here anytime."

Cen Qinghe nodded, but thought in his heart, how could it be so easy to cross the ocean?

When I came here, I felt that the ten-hour plane was very long, but when I returned, it was just a blink of an eye.

When the plane landed at Yecheng International Airport, Cen Qinghe slowly opened his eyes, feeling like a dream, and now he was about to return to reality.

(End of this chapter)