"!" Is this action of weighing bricks serious? Small actions can do so much damage!
Xu Qiao put down the phone: "Why are you back? Why are you eavesdropping on my speech?"
Cheng Lang pulled the curtain back with his backhand, and lightly weighed the tablet again.
Xu Qiao lay flat, and firmly pressed the buttocks that were facing him firmly under her body, but saw him sit down on the folding chair beside him.
Oh, he's saying, he didn't leave at all, he just went to get his tablet and glasses.
Xu Qiao was in a mixed mood of a little embarrassment and a little touch, when the mobile phone during the call suddenly burst into words: "Fuck, are you going to spank your ass in the hospital and play that Play?"
Now it's all right, the emotions are no longer complicated, only embarrassment remains.
Xu Qiao quickly poked the hang up button on the phone screen, turned to look at Cheng Lang, and found that he was looking down at the tablet, as if he hadn't heard it at all.
It seems that this man's ability to control the field is still there. At this time, pretending to be deaf is of course the best choice for each other.
Her shrunken body was tentatively stretched out, and she was about to reach the most comfortable point when she suddenly heard him ask: "You usually... talk like this?"
"..." Dare Lover didn't pretend to be deaf, but was too shocked and didn't complete the reflex arc.
"How could it be!" Xu Qiao shook her head, "I never swear, and I don't speak pornography, pornography..."
Cheng Lang made a "casual" gesture indifferently, meaning that he was just asking casually, so don't be nervous. When he lowered his head and continued to look at the tablet, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
Xu Qiaoqian lay bored, scratching his neck and looking at him.
He put the tablet back: "What are you looking at?"
"Look what's so funny, I'm so bored."
After a pause, he asked, "I was laughing just now?"
"Yeah, the corners of the mouth are grinning to the ears."
"..." Cheng Lang glanced at the dry and non-smiling Song Ti No. 1 on the screen—the final draft of Lanchen Group's Dream Island project plan, and said silently, "I can't show you this, Gao Te helps quickly Come back, let him chat with you later to relieve boredom."
Xu Qiao secretly thought that it is really difficult to be a special assistant in this big group, just like a nanny, if the boss is too lazy to do it, he has to take over all the work of shitting and peeing.
After thinking about it, no, who is shit? He shook his head like a rattle again, non-stop vetoing this idea.
As soon as the shaking stopped, saying that Cao Cao was here, Gao Rui brought a bunch of things—from wet paper towels, dry paper towels, to a thermos cup filled with warm water, and then to a cup... yes, a "cup" of porridge.
Xu Qiao watched in a daze as he poked a straw into the porridge cup neatly and handed it to her: "Miss Xu, drink it while it's hot."
"..." In order to prevent her from using "inconvenient hands" as an excuse to ask Cheng Lang to feed her porridge, this special assistant really took great pains
She didn't care too much, okay
Xu Qiao didn't sympathize with Gao Rui anymore, bit her cheek and took the porridge cup unhappily.
Cheng Lang glanced at her, as if he was a little puzzled by her unpredictable inner drama.
This little girl is like an initialized Rubik's Cube, and every time it is turned over, people can see unexpected surprises and colors—when she thought she was a blank sheet of paper, she transformed into a nightclub with heavy makeup; she was digesting and accepting her toughness Swaggering, and in a blink of an eye, she was frightened by an intravenous needle and trembled like chaff.
Thinking of this, Cheng Lang seemed to remember something, gave Gao Rui a "come" sign, got up and walked out.
But this time when he turned around, he changed from his back to his side, leaving no room for Xu Qiao's back.
Xu Qiao: "..."
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After Xu Qiao finished her drip, it was already halfway through the afternoon.
Although Cheng Lang was either interacting affectionately with the tablet or exchanging work matters with Gao Rui during the period, which was almost useless to her, but she still gained a little comfort.
Xu Qiao attributed the root cause to the fact that men at work are indeed a bit seductive, and their illnesses seem to be less.
So after checking all the indicators, she planned to let this busy man be merciful and let Uncle Li come to pick her up.
Unexpectedly, on the other end of the phone, Uncle Li said awkwardly: "Madam explained that I can't pick you up today, and said that I hope you take this opportunity to invite Mr. Cheng to come to your house."
How does this drive the ducks to the shelves
She glanced at Cheng Lang, who was writing on the tablet with an Apple Pencil, and answered vaguely, "This is too sudden..."
Yan Lizhen on the other end answered the phone, and said in a low voice: "What's so sudden, how can there be a fixed number for this matter between a man and a woman? Xiao Cheng is notoriously considerate and considerate. Listen to your mother and stay in front of him." Be a good boy, coax him to come home first, and then talk about it. If you finish this matter well, your father will be happy, maybe he will let you quit your job at the toll booth?"
Xu Qiao wrinkled her nose unhappily, and when she hung up the phone and turned to Cheng Lang, she felt that the rhetoric was lame: "If I said that none of my drivers are available... would you be willing to take me home?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not convinced by this excuse.
But he still nodded with the demeanor of "sending the Buddha to the west", "Let's go."
After sitting in the back seat of Zeppelin, Xu Qiao became more and more frustrated.
Staying Cheng Lang in the hospital was an urgent need, but now, no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit messy.
This is really cheap. Zhao Baoxing's gossip behind her back was nothing more than talking about how she backed Gao Pan Chenglang. Looking at it now, isn't that the case
As the car drove out of the hospital, Xu Qiao looked at the street trees passing by outside the window, propped her head and said nothing.
Cheng Lang glanced at her, but he didn't understand why the little girl was unhappy when she did this. He asked halfway, "What's so good outside the window?"
"Ah?" Xu Qiao turned her head, "Then there is nothing to see in the car."
"..."
Cheng Lang stopped talking.
Xu Qiao was stuck in her mind, and didn't feel anything was wrong, so she continued to stare blankly at the green belt beside the street.
She thought that today's series of accidents developed to this point, and there would be no worse stories—until the second half of the car drove, the strange surge in her lower abdomen caught her off guard.
What did she say to Yan Lizhen yesterday? Oh, I said that my period was delayed for more than half a month.
That has been postponed for more than half a month, can't wait for this moment
Xu Qiao looked down at the long nude pink dress on her body, as if she had foreseen that the tragic blood color had permeated her crinoline, blooming little by little on the Zeppelin seat known as the "moving palace".
The car just drove onto the elevated road, and the surrounding area was deserted.
She glanced quietly at the window on the other side. Cheng Lang, who knew nothing about it, wanted to ask him for help, but stopped again.
He doesn't have sanitary napkins in the car, even if there are, she can't use them on the spot.
Having said that, it must be embarrassing, let alone, what if her crinoline is strong enough
Xu Qiao tensed her lower body as if sitting on pins and needles, and froze in the corner, not daring to move.
The voice of the front co-pilot Gao Rui talking on the phone became the music that diverted her attention.
"Sorry, Deputy Manager Li, Mr. Cheng is not in the company right now."
"Your personnel transfer is a direct instruction from Mr. Cheng, and no one else has the right to intervene."
"Yes, Deputy Manager Li, Mr. Xiao Cheng is very grateful for your hard work for the group over the years, and regrets not having the opportunity to work with such an outstanding talent like you."
It's a pity that this phone call ended quickly with the blessing words "I wish you a bright future", and the silence in the car returned. Xu Qiao sat reclined in agony. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the car stopped in front of her house, and then she vomited in relief. tone.
Cheng Lang still had a sense of ritual as always, and opened the car door for her by himself.
Xu Qiao's nerves were tense, and she stepped out one foot carefully, and was about to turn around to check the condition of the seat, when her knee suddenly gave way.
Ah, so numb, her feet!
Cheng Lang quickly raised his forearm to support her.
But she staggered forward due to inertia, and went straight over his arm. With an "ouch", a wolf threw herself into his arms, and hugged his waist tightly like pulling a life-saving straw: "Wait, wait a minute... "
The heating in the car was sufficient, and Cheng Lang was only wearing a thin shirt when he came down. At this moment, he was tightly wrapped around her soft arms, and he could clearly feel the warm touch of his skin.
Even because of her slightly stooped posture, the place where she squeezed him drew a magnificent outline on his chest.
The oxygen in the lungs seemed to be evacuated in an instant, Cheng Lang took a deep breath, and slowly but mercilessly opened her hand.
Xu Qiao's numbness has not yet dissipated, she staggered before standing still, and stared at him blankly.
Gao Rui, the co-driver, also hurriedly got out of the car, looking at the two of them hesitantly.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Lang frowned, adjusted his breath twice, and asked Xu Qiao with a calm face.
Before Xu Qiao answered, he suddenly heard "Mr. Xiao Cheng" from behind.
"I'm sorry to trouble you to send us Qiaoqiao back!" Yan Lizhen came before they arrived, and walked up to the two of them to say hello, "It's cool outside, don't stand still, come, come in and sit..."
This Sima Zhaozhi's well-known enthusiasm made Xu Qiao feel a little depressed.
Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly opened his brows to judge the identity of the person: "Mrs. Xu is polite, it's just a little effort, I have to go back to the company, so don't bother me."
"That's it. That work is important. I'll come back when it's convenient for me next time."
Cheng Lang smiled and nodded: "My elder brother and sister-in-law also live in this area, so maybe I will have a chance in the future."
His expression was decent and calm, and his words sounded like a cordial promise at first glance, but Yan Lizhen could clearly distinguish the meaning behind these words.
He was saying that if he came to Xijiang Mansion again, he would follow the way of his eldest brother and sister-in-law. This is to clarify the relationship between himself and Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao's face instantly collapsed.
Yan Lizhen's heart skipped a beat, and she followed the steps on her face: "Yes, yes, the land here in Xijiang Mansion is not big."
Cheng Lang smiled again, and glanced at Xu Qiao: "I still have a few words to say to Miss Xu."
"Then I won't bother you, please talk carefully." Yan Lizhen gave Xu Qiao a wink, turned and entered the door.
Xu Qiao looked at Cheng Lang angrily: "Xiao Cheng is really eloquent, and he slapped me in the face without using his hands."
Cheng Lang frowned again: "I think the sooner this kind of thing is clarified, the better."
"Haven't you seen how celebrities clarify scandals? It's up to the woman to clarify. Why are you so anxious, a man?"
Cheng Lang nodded patiently: "If there is a next time, I will remember to ask Ms. Xu to speak first. But please also remember that since you don't like being gossiped, you should first respect yourself and avoid being controversial thing."
He turned around to leave, and after another meal, he added: "If anyone continues to spread rumors about your relationship with me, you can contact Gao Te's assistant to deal with it."
The implication seems to be—there is no need to contact him.
Gao Rui quickly handed over his business card, nodded goodbye to Xu Qiao, opened the car door for Cheng Lang, and covered the wetness on the back of his shirt in time.
Xu Qiao squeezed her business card, and didn't realize it until Zeppelin drove away. Cheng Lang's "provoking matter" didn't mean that she hugged him just now, right
Did this man think that she was deliberately throwing herself into her arms to seduce him
Does he deserve such an honor
he! match! Well!
Xu Qiao clutched her aching lower abdomen, feeling that her seven orifices were smoking.
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At eight o'clock in the evening, the sixty-second floor of Lanchen's headquarters office building was brightly lit.
Cheng Lang hadn't stepped out of the office since he came back from Xijiang Mansion. Only Gao Rui came in and out, assigning the routine work to the outside president.
There was an incident in the group this afternoon. Li Nianda, the deputy general manager of Lanson Department Store, was suddenly transferred from the overseas engineering department to supervise the work.
I don't know who got the inside story, saying that the incident was actually caused by the state officials setting fire to the fish in the pond, so the news spread more and more bloody, and some even asserted that the fate of this little man broke the last calm before the storm, which was the signal for the official war between Mr. Cheng and Mr. Cheng. .
So even if Gao Rui said that Xiao Cheng always told everyone to leave work on time, none of them dared to leave the huge president's office. Everyone continued to work hard after lunch, for fear that if they were not paying attention, they would become victims of group infighting.
But Gao Rui knew that what happened to Li Nianda didn't stir up a ripple in Cheng Lang's heart at all.
So when it was Cheng Lang's dinner time, he sneaked back to his independent office and made a video call.
On the other side of the screen is an English doctor in a white coat.
"How is CHENG recently?" Stephen asked.
"It's still the same, once there is intimate physical contact with a woman, a series of hypoxic symptoms will appear."
"Hey, don't be so serious. The healing of mental illness is a very long process. Usually we say that no deterioration means improvement." Stephen looked relaxed, "What about the girl, you said last time that CHENG followed my advice, After returning to China, I have started to try to desensitize step by step, oh, it was said that day that he was going to pick her up from work, what happened next?"
"In order to avoid accidents while driving, he installed a partition on the car, and tried to remove it after the girl fell asleep. It went smoothly that time, but then... the girl was very different from what he had imagined. To him Said, she may be too unrestrained."
"Unrestrained?"
"Yes, for example, today, she took the initiative to hug him, and he lost his temper with her." Gao Rui shrugged.
Stephen seemed to hear some joke: "Stop joking, is he expecting a conservative girl to cure him? Listen to me, you must never let him miss this girl who took the initiative to hug her."
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. After parting with her today, he looks in a bad mood. I dare not provoke him."
"No, you can't always pamper him, he needs to get out of his comfort zone to receive stimulation now. And his bad mood may be because he is thinking-if he is healthy, this girl's personality may make him feel happy .Do you get me?"
Gao Rui nodded thoughtfully: "But the other party was hurt by him, and may not come to him again."
"Then let him ask her to forgive."
"That's even more unlikely, he won't ask for trouble."
"Nothing is impossible in love. Give him a push, Gao Tezhu."
After the video call ended, Gao Rui sighed at the night outside the window.
He wasn't sure whether Stephen's suggestion would work, but as long as Cheng Lang had a chance to heal, it would be worth fighting for.
After so long, he couldn't remember what kind of person Cheng Lang was supposed to be.
In this circle, men ridicule him for being romantic, and women praise him as a gentleman, but Gao Rui feels that his romantic appearance is more like an armor used to hide his weaknesses, and his gentleman's core is just to explain: a romantic man Man, why do you pass through thousands of flowers, but not a single leaf touches your body.
For Cheng Lang, this "flirty but not low|frivolous" play seems to be a deep-rooted habit, but whenever he is exposed to others, he always accurately calculates the balance between the two contradictory personalities of the prodigal son and the gentleman.
Over the years, his illness has come and gone. When it got worse, not to mention physical contact, even simple face-to-face communication with the opposite sex became a problem.
Gao Rui also desperately hopes that someone can completely remove the indeterminate bomb from his body.
It's just that Cheng Lang is obviously not someone who can be manipulated.
After tapping his head with a signature pen for a long time, Gao Rui was frowning, and a phone call came in: "Old Gao, you asked me to inquire about it this afternoon, and I am inquiring about it."
Gao Rui straightened his back slowly.
In the afternoon at the hospital, Cheng Lang called him to the corridor and asked him to find out what Zhao Baoxing did to Xu Qiao when he was in elementary school, so that she could slap someone in her dreams.
Gao Rui could understand Cheng Lang's mood. I took a slap for someone in vain, but I still can't find a reason for the perpetrator, and I don't know why, isn't it difficult to calm down
So he hurriedly explained the matter.
"How?" Gory asked.
"Well, Miss Xu's past is a sad story."
Gao Rui's eyes lit up: "I need a sad story right now, preferably the kind that makes people feel empathetic and protective after listening to it, and can reflect on 'Damn it, I hurt such a poor little girl. Personal｜Scrap I have to coax her back' story."
"Coincidentally, it really is this kind of story."
The author has something to say: ·Hey, Mr. Lang has been hiding the matter of his fame for so long, and finally he can't hold it back.