President spoils me again today

Shang Shaocheng was not so happy in his heart. He glanced at her and said, "it seems that you have been in love with me for a long time."

CEN Qinghe beautiful Mou drops to slip to turn, voice reply a way: "I saw a brand, plan to wear to come back to change money."

Shang Shaocheng knew that she was obstinate and soft hearted. She didn't even let go of her hand when driving.

At noon, they had a hot pot together. After dinner, he took her home. When the door opened, he didn't see the second child. Cen Qinghe asked, "where's the second child?"

Shangshaocheng said: "sent to beauty."

CEN Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "just his face, beautiful or not."

Shangshao Chengkou kiss seriously said: "you don't say it, it can be good face, not beautiful don't go out."

CEN Qinghe said, "it's not the same as you."

They changed their slippers and went inside. Cen Qinghe had a pair of Gucci's lady's Camellia slippers on his feet. She rubbed him when she came to his house before. Now he quietly prepared. Cen Qinghe saw it but didn't break it. He secretly said that he was a real chicken thief, which was to cheat her here for a long time.

In front of a special display wall in the living room, Shang Shaocheng took down a color still life painting. The frame is not big, square, and the length and width are almost the same as A4 paper. The painting on it is a white rose in a vase.

"Make a box for yourself and give it to him."

He handed the frame to Cen Qinghe, who took a look and asked, "how much is this?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "almost the same price."

CEN Qinghe said: "finished, don't take advantage of him, come back and take advantage of you."

Shang Shaocheng looked at her angrily and said in a deep voice, "I'll see if you can take people's things in the future."

CEN Qinghe as like as two peas, and then said, "I'll draw a picture of you exactly as I turn around, and you'll keep it. I'll be able to do it later, and the painting will increase."

Shang Shaocheng said without face: "generally, people who play art become famous only after they die."

CEN Qinghe immediately gouged out his eye, "if I die, you can't find a tune to cry."

Shangshaocheng couldn't help laughing. They tripped over each other. She said in a voice, "I'm leaving. I have something else to do in the afternoon."

Shang Shaocheng said quickly, "I'll help you return the favor. You don't show any politeness."

CEN Qinghe asked: "what do you want to express?"

Shang Shaocheng pursed her pretty lips and did not say a word. She just stared at her without blinking.

CEN Qinghe went on the way. After all, she was soft with people. She stepped forward and gave him a kiss on tiptoe. The kiss was like a dragonfly skimming the water, but when she was about to leave, Shang Shaocheng suddenly raised her hand and took her to the front of her body, clasped her back head with his big hand, and bent over to deepen the kiss.

CEN Qinghe knew he was overbearing. She held the painting in one hand and his arm in the other. She didn't struggle. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed it. But soon, Shang Shaocheng's kiss spread to her neck along her soft lip.

She felt his burning breath and repressed desire, her head back, she raised her hand against his chest, whispered: "don't make a noise."

Shang Shaocheng held her in his arms, without raising his head or opening his eyes, and lingered around her neck.

CEN Qinghe was so numb and soft that she frowned. She said in a voice, "don't make any noise. It's itchy."

Shang Shaocheng tightens his arms and holds her tightly in his arms. Every time he comes to his home, he tries to coax her into confusion. Cen Qinghe holds the painting in his right hand and pushes his forehead with his left hand. He shrinks his neck and says, "can you be a little promising?"

Shang Shaocheng replied in a deep voice: "no promise."

CEN Qinghe is afraid that he can't help it, so he pushes him a little hard and doesn't forget to pour fire on his mouth. "I have something else to do. Don't blame yourself. I'm leaving."

Shang Shaocheng hugged her and asked, "can't you go ahead a few days?"

CEN Qinghe let him hold, slightly red face, low voice answer: "you go to change the ID card."

Not willing to let go, Shang Shaocheng said: "sooner or later, I don't care about the date. Qinghe, I really want you to stop torturing me..."

They hugged each other, but they couldn't see the expression on each other's face. Cen Qinghe suddenly blushed and softened as he listened to his straightforward sweet words. She had to hold the picture frame hard so that she wouldn't fall down.

He really wants her. Cen Qinghe knows that every time he looks at her, he has a strong desire to "tear off the skin and bone". Especially in private, she fights with the wolf every minute. If she is not careful, she will be dragged into the wolf's den. That's why she dare not come to his house.

In fact, she did not want to, after all, food and sex, there is such a gourmet every day in front of wandering, is the individual can not stand, recently even Cai Xinyuan often joked: "don't take shangshaocheng home, you are naked show off, want to return you to go home with him, I can't see the heart."

At the bottom of her heart, cen Qinghe often has two voices fighting against each other. Sometimes she is impulsive. She wants to beat Shang Shaocheng every minute. But more often, she only dares to think about it and dare not take action. After all, there are too many lessons to be learned. She is afraid in her heart and always thinks that it will be one day after another. Anyway, she agrees to give it to him on his birthday, which is also her deadline, I'll take care of him at that time. Anyway, I'll love you. I'll talk about it later.

But now, she still has to struggle.

"A few days later, as soon as you open and close your eyes, it's gone. As you say, love is a kind of practice. Recently, please be clear-minded and have few desires."

CEN Qinghe raised his hand to touch Shang Shaocheng's head, and his tone was full of inculcation.

Shang Shaocheng buries her face in her neck. It's not so much a kiss as an attachment. She can get it from her tentacles, but she can't get it; Clearly close at hand, but can only see, can not touch.

CEN Qinghe didn't hang him on purpose, but Shang Shaocheng really realized what it was like to ask for something but not to get it. The more he wanted it, the less he could get it. This tormenting struggle made him pull madly in his heart and take a deep breath. He finally raised his head from her neck.

Handsome face to her timid eyes, he deep pupil, low voice said: "you now so grind me, I give you save, until my birthday day, I get back together."

This is a blatant and naked threat. Cen Qinghe's full of numbness, and her face is red. Her beautiful eyes are slightly staring, and she replies: "don't scare people. I'm even more afraid of you."

Shang Shaocheng raised his hand to touch her head and took a deep breath again. It seemed that he was trying to suppress something. After a few seconds, he said, "don't worry, I will treat you well."

CEN Qinghe didn't hold back. She played a swing in front of him. Her back was cold. She quickly stepped back and said with alert eyes: "before your birthday, I won't go to your house."

Shang Shaocheng stood in the same place and said with a smile, "at 12 p.m. on the 6th, I'll wait for you at home. I'll never see you again."

This is a topic that they often discuss recently. Cen Qinghe promised him that as soon as his birthday came, she would be a fighter. After they had a private chat for Cai Xinyuan last time, he didn't find her alone for such a long time. I don't know why this time.

CEN Qinghe felt uneasy. He stepped upstairs and knocked on the door of the office in charge.

"In."

CEN Qinghe pushed the door in and saw Zhang Peng behind her desk. She said, "director Zhang, what can I do for you?"

Zhang Peng raised his eyes to Cen Qinghe, showing a warm smile that he had not seen for a long time, and said in a voice, "come back and sit down."

Yo, the weasel pays new year's greetings to the chicken. Is this going to be braised or steamed?

CEN Qinghe doesn't know what's going on in his heart, but it's not hard to guess. He's not looking for trouble, but he wants to discuss something with her.

Go to the desk and sit down in the guest chair, cen Qinghe pretends to be calm, with a smile, does not take the initiative to ask.

Instead, Zhang Peng took the initiative to say, "if you want to drink tea or not, a customer gave me some Dahongpao, saying it was super."

CEN Qinghe said, "don't bother. I don't know tea. I can't drink anything."

Zhang Peng has stood up and walked to the water dispenser. He said with a smile: "many things are from unknown to understood. I'll make you a cup and you can have a drink."

He was so attentive, cen Qinghe thought quickly in his heart, what's the matter to discuss with her, to change face so quickly.

Zhang Peng made two cups of tea. Cen Qinghe took one and said thanks.

Zhang Peng sat opposite her, not talking to her, but talking to her about tea.