Here, Xu Qiao spoke harshly, but the person concerned seemed to be indifferent, living a colorful nightlife in the vice president's office on the 62nd floor of Lanchen Group's headquarters.
Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of this oval office, one can see the row upon row of office buildings in the central business district. So even though the office is brightly lit at the moment, it is inevitable that there will be a bit of desertedness in the high place.
When Cheng Lang finished the two cross-border video conferences, Gao Rui had yawned to tears.
The reason for this trip tonight is because of Li Nianda, the deputy general manager of Lanchen Department Store.
Since this sycophant visited Cheng Lang's branch last time, he came here every now and then to show his affection, and tonight he "presented" a statement of financial receipts and payments that he said was insane. Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao passed by the business district after parting ways, and stopped by the company to check the accounts.
As a result, the accounts were finished quickly, but he didn't seem to be addicted to overtime, so he had another meeting.
Gao Rui was in a state of sleepiness when he suddenly heard the phrase "What time is it in Moscow?" and immediately cheered up: "It's already half past nine in the evening, Mr. Cheng."
The sentence pattern of "already" and "ha" fully expressed the petition of "Isn't it enough that you harassed Switzerland and London? Let Moscow go".
Cheng Lang glanced at him lightly: "You can get off work."
The emperor doesn't sleep, how can the eunuch dare to be on duty
"I'll notify Moscow right away." Gao Rui cheered up and was ready to attend the third video conference.
Halfway through the meeting, Shen Dang called frequently, but Cheng Lang didn't answer it all the time, and Gao Ruidai called back only at the end of the meeting.
Gao Rui went out and called Shen Dang to explain Cheng Lang's situation.
The other side breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good to be busy, I thought he was stimulated by that girl tonight."
"Somewhat, or else we can't have three meetings in a row in the middle of the night."
"It's true that he didn't inquire about other people's details in advance?"
"No. You also know that he has been very cautious in this aspect since the 'that incident'. He was still in the evaluation stage, not the time to find out. By the way, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Fang and Mr. Fang didn't become suspicious tonight, right? "
"Don't worry, these guys have big hearts. Pay more attention to his status and contact me if you need anything."
"I see."
When Gao Rui returned to the office, Cheng Lang had finished the meeting and was leaning against the back of his chair with his eyes closed.
He stepped forward lightly, and unexpectedly found that Cheng Lang's ears were slightly red.
Cheng Lang can't face his face when drinking, he can't touch his ears, and he didn't do it on the spot, so he has to wait for stamina. Once the signal comes, he is basically half drunk.
"..." Wait a minute, was this boss already drunk during the meeting
"Mr. Cheng?" Gao Rui called out in a low voice.
Cheng Lang slowly opened his eyes, and it took a while for his eyes to focus.
"Are you drunk, do you want to send you back to Xinglin Bay?"
"No."
"Look at your red ears..."
"Red ears must mean drunk?"
The subtext that does not necessarily mean drunk is: it may also mean being scolded? Throughout ancient and modern China and abroad, drunk people really never admit that they are drunk, otherwise how could they even say such superstitious words.
However, Gao Rui gave up the argument, and while he was not awake, he deliberately tried to test his unpredictable mood: "Are you worried that the young master will scold you behind your back right now?"
"That kid still dares to scold me?"
"Then you mean Ms. Xu? But Ms. Xu won't scold you anymore. You have been considerate to her tonight, and even solved the entanglement of the young master for her..." Gao Rui realized, "Could it be that you ended up in the car Have you drawn a line with her?"
Cheng Lang closed his eyes, as if acquiescing.
"You did this because you were concerned about the young master?"
"looks like?"
not like.
He has already shot Lanchen, let alone a woman. In Cheng Lang's view, there are only things in this world that he wants or doesn't want, and there is no one who comes first and who arrives last.
Gao Rui knew it should be like this, but he just wanted to make sure whether he and Xu Qiao had room for change.
In the end, it seemed that Cheng Lang still couldn't accept this kind of "troublesome" woman - she lived in the same circle as him, had rich emotional experience, at least not poor, outgoing and active personality, and had a good temper.
In short, Xu Qiao had almost all the attributes that Cheng Lang didn't like.
Gao Rui said: "I blame my dereliction of duty. I didn't understand Miss Xu's background early. But it's strange to say, how could the daughter of Jinlu Jewelry go to the high-speed toll?"
"I don't know," Cheng Lang said more and more slowly, "I'm not curious."
The desire to survive made Gao Rui not say "You are not curious, I am curious", but only comforted: "I know it is not easy for you to express your happiness once. Although the result is not satisfactory, as the saying goes, failure is the mother of success." , one Miss Xu fell down, thousands of Miss Xu stood up..."
"Historically, Yang Xiu is extremely intelligent," Cheng Lang lazily interrupted him, "When he was a counselor by Cao Cao's side, he contributed a lot of advice and meritorious deeds, but he was killed by Cao Cao in the end. Do you know why?"
Gao Rui was slightly taken aback: "Why is that?"
"Because he talks too much."
"..."
Gao Rui sighed faintly—if Miss Xu knew that his boss's well-dressed skin hides such a poisonous lining, she would probably thank him for his strategic retreat tonight.
—
In the next few days, Xu Qiao still moved between the toll booth and the hotel, but he never saw Cheng Lang again.
Let's talk about being sad, but it's not about being angry.
When Feng Sasha proposed to change shifts with her again, she was so angry that she scolded him bluntly: "It's a good idea! Do you think you are an ancestor?"
Feng Sasha was sprayed bloody for no reason, and since then she has been at odds with her, leading a group of old ladies to roll their eyes at her all day long. Shi Hua, on the other hand, has always been against her.
Xu Qiaoxin said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and a toll booth has been tricked out. It's a pity that her ambition is not in Xinglin Bay. The love and hatred of pediatrics here can't arouse her mood swings at all.
The event worthy of her volatility happened on Friday night—when she got off work, she saw her Rolls-Royce Ghost parked on the side of the road, and Uncle Li greeted her: "Miss, Mr. Xu is not at home on weekends, Madam asked me to pick you up quietly Go back and live for two days."
The "Madam" in Uncle Li's mouth refers to Yan Lizhen, her father's current wife.
What is it called? A father is not as good as a stepmother.
Xu Qiao was so moved that her eyes filled with tears, and when she arrived in Xijiang Mansion, she even moved a little bit of flimsy literature and art, close to the nostalgia and timid thoughts.
The night is dark, and the villas in Xijiangfu area stand along the river, and the courtyards are covered with floor lamps. The milky white exquisite bungalows are quietly infiltrated in the golden halo, healing people's hearts like the crescent moon in the sky.
As soon as Xu Qiao entered the courtyard, Yan Lizhen came out wearing an apron: "Oh, how did my Qiaoqiao lose so much weight? I really feel sorry for my bad mother!"
"Mom, it's too difficult for me!"
Yan Lizhen patted her on the shoulder: "I prepared bath soup for you, go take a bath to relieve fatigue, and come down for supper later, Mom is cooking by herself, fresh crabs from Devon County, make your favorite Seafood curry."
Xu Qiao didn't go to take a bath right away, but quickly went to the cloakroom on the second floor, which occupied a quarter of the interior area of the bungalow and belonged to her alone—it was also the most valuable place in the entire Xu family except for the safe.
The voice-activated light strips lit up in groups the moment she pushed open the double doors. She jumped from east to west like a bee, passing through rows of wardrobes, shoe racks, and lockers, buzzing "no less, no less" and "still still", and finally stopped gratefully. In front of the jewelry stand.
The track light above the head illuminated the entire jewelry table with brilliance, and countless flashes of silver light jumped and floated in the air. Xu Qiao embraced the glass table top and took a breath of the long-lost jewels until the comfort spread from her hair to her toes. , I finally feel alive.
After soaking in the bath for an hour, and rolling in the soft big bed for more than ten minutes, Xu Qiao slowly went downstairs.
Because she doesn't really want to eat supper. Sleep disturbance has caused her to have a poor appetite recently, and she often feels bloated and nauseated after just two bites.
After Xu Qiao went downstairs, she reluctantly went to the dining table at Yan Lizhen's kind invitation. Sure enough, she just put a spoonful of curry into her mouth, but suddenly felt nauseated because of the strong taste, and ran into the bathroom retching.
She rubbed her stomach, sighed and washed her face, only to find that Yan Lizhen's face had changed.
"Qiaoqiao," her stepmother looked at her with suspicious eyes, "you are..."
Xu Qiao looked back at her strangely.
"Mom means, are you on time for your period recently?"
This thinking seems to stretch a little far.
Xu Qiao sat back at the table and sighed again when she mentioned this: staying up late not only hurt her stomach, but also caused her endocrine serious imbalance.
"It's been delayed for more than half a month." She replied.
An inexplicable ambiguity appeared on Yan Lizhen's face: "Mom, I heard that you and the second son of the Cheng family have gotten very close recently?"
This thought stretches really far.
Xu Qiao didn't touch the curry anymore, and poured a glass of water to drink: "Who did you listen to?"
"Don't care who said it," Yan Lizhen looked at her with twinkling eyes, "Mom asked you, do you have it?"
Xu Qiao choked on a big mouthful of water: "... What is there? Why is there?"
"No," Yan Lizhen said to herself and arranged for it, "Mom has to make an appointment for you to check up, and we must never go to the toll booth again, it's a waste of health! By the way, this matter is in the process." Does the Second Young Master know?"
"..." She didn't even know, what did Cheng Lang want to know
Just as Xu Qiao was about to explain, she heard Xu Lie come downstairs with her slippers on: "Mom, can you stop listening to the fact that the wind is the rain? Don't those eight wives often do things out of nothing?"
Yan Lizhen regained her composure: "What kind of mother-in-law? This kind of words can also be spoken by you as a scholar? Go back to the study!"
"It's all swearing, so what's the difference between high and low when you use words?"
Xu Qiao looked at the mother and son: "Excuse me, who is this?"
Yan Lizhen laughed dryly: "Qiaoqiao, don't worry about what people say outside, they are all jealous of you for being favored by the second son of Cheng. In this matter, your mother will definitely support you. The second child of the Cheng family is much better than the third child that your father hooked you up with." Already!"
"Mom, I have something to do with my sister." Xu Lie suddenly grabbed Xu Qiao and pulled her upstairs.
Xu Qiao followed him all the way into the study, and was unresponsive due to physical discomfort, so she also connected the whole thing together.
Zhao Baoxing's whole body is full of mouths. He must have heard about her and the two brothers of the Cheng family from somewhere, so he must be chewing his tongue again.
She leaned against the door, crossed her chest and looked at Xu Lie, whose face was as black as mud: "The little brat is quite loyal, tell me, what did those eight women say about me?"
Xu Lie pursed his lips and said nothing.
Xu Qiao nodded in understanding.
Yan Lizhen could be misunderstood like that because of a little bit of trouble, and it's hard to say the scale of this rumor.
"Okay, don't make things difficult for you, I'll find out by myself."
Xu Qiao clapped her hands and was about to leave, but Xu Lie stopped her: "Tomorrow there will be an antique biennale in the National Exhibition Center, do you know?"
"you know too?"
"Mom called you home just to let you participate in this event. She said that there will be many celebrities present, and she wants you to seize the opportunity..."
Xu Qiao nodded: "That's right, fine."
Xu Lie frowned: "Are you going?"
"I didn't want to go at first," she spread her hands, "but the spittle was splashed on my face, so why should I hide at home and let them gossip?"
—
In terms of her daughter's marriage, Yan Lizhen always hoped that she would marry high and early.
Xu Qiao knew it well, so it was not surprising that she was dragged up for beauty treatment, SPA, makeup, and styling the next morning. She squinted her sleepy eyes the whole time, accepting manipulations calmly like a living dead.
But when she woke up, she still stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, frowning at Yan Lizhen's taste.
Nude fan velvet long dress, a full set of pearl jewelry, princess braided hair, coral jelly makeup—this is trying to turn her into a gentle and harmless direction.
But she might have to fight with someone today.
The stylist looked at her worried and asked if there was anything that needed to be changed.
She shook her head: "Forget it, can't the little princess be aggressive? The contrast and cuteness won't affect my performance."
Xu Qiao clapped her hands and went downstairs, and heard Yan Lizhen greet her for lunch.
"I don't have an appetite." She waved her hand, and pointed to the skirt on her body, "Besides, the pinched waist doesn't give me room to eat."
Yan Lizhen already knew that her "had" was just a beautiful misunderstanding, and gave her a gesture of "Come on, mom is optimistic about you": "Mom won't join in the fun when you young people, remember, the Cheng family The second young master is the first choice, and you can pick and see the others, we won’t hang ourselves on a tree!”
It's as if as long as she likes it, she can get it for real.
Xu Qiao got into Uncle Li's car with a lack of interest. She was drowsy all the way because she didn't eat or sleep enough. When she was approaching the National Exhibition Center, she received a call that made her suddenly excited.
Zhu Li said that she saw a good show at the National Exhibition Center—Cheng Ye and the fourth-tier female star from last time came arm in arm to participate in the Biennale, and met Zhao Baoxing at the door. Zhao Baoxing asked him what he meant by bringing this woman, and Cheng Ye said innocently: "From the opening of Leighton to today, I have always had such a girlfriend. The night I slept with you was completely an accident that happened when I was in a bad mood. You Just treat it as a late breakup, okay?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback when he heard that.
Did Cheng Ye have an affair with Zhao Baoxing
Zhu Li on the other end laughed: "Your ex-boyfriend is really talented, you don't know, after he said this, Zhao Baoxing and the female star exploded, and he tried to persuade them to fight in the middle, saying, 'Don't argue about me. In fact, you two are similar in my eyes, and I don’t like them very much.”
Xu Qiao almost thumped the car with laughter when she heard this: "And then?"
"The female star ran away in anger, and Cheng Ye went to coax others and left, leaving Zhao Baoxing with a good mental quality and staying here. By the way, there is something, I told you not to be too angry."
Xu Qiao took a deep breath to prepare: "'I am not angry when others are angry, and there is no one to replace when I am angry', let's say it."
"I heard from the corner just now that Cheng Ye and Zhao Baoxing got on good terms. It was after you and before that female star. It was Zhao Baoxing who got involved with you and Cheng Ye, and that's why you were broken up..."
Xu Qiao was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the woman named "Baby" that Cheng Ye coaxed at the gate of Xifuhui a while ago.
It turns out that the baby is not an ordinary nickname, but Zhao Baoxing's nickname
So, the night she put down her figure and sent a message to Cheng Ye asking for peace, the person who asked him to reply "Who are you" to humiliate her was Zhao Baoxing
She just said who had such a big enmity with her.
Zhu Li said: "Although she was also dumped later, you don't really care about Cheng Ye, but one size counts for one size, and you are a shameless mistress, I think you need to know about it. "
Xu Qiao's car stopped at the entrance of the National Exhibition Center, and Zhao Baoxing just entered her field of vision.
"You said just now that she has a good mentality?" Xu Qiao asked Zhu Li on the other end of the phone as she got out of the car.
"Yeah, pretending to be okay, talking and laughing with the group of sisters."
"I don't know if I have the honor to be the last straw that overwhelms Ms. Zhao." Xu Qiao cut off the phone, stretched her wrists, smiled and called the gorgeous woman not far away, "Ms. Zhao."
Zhao Baoxing and her group of sisters Hua Qiqi turned around.
Xu Qiao stepped on the lady's shoes and stepped forward gently, slapping Zhao Baoxing's face with her hand.
A clear and loud "snap", full of the fullness of "hitting you, it took all my strength", sounded in the wide and empty hall.
A sense of refreshment flooded Xu Qiao's head in an instant, making her whole body feel at ease—if she hadn't found Cheng Lang watching her from behind on the mirror wall directly in front of her in the next second.
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