Before deciding whether to get in the car or not, Xu Qiao first glanced at the raised partition between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat, "I don't know if I don't look at it, but I jump in anger when I see it".
It's the first time for a girl to get into a car with a strange man, shouldn't she be more vigilant? This distant nonsense suddenly sounded in her ears like a replay, with a 360-degree stereo surround and a mocking echo.
Seeing Cheng Lang's expression of livid face after being hugged by her, Xu Qiao now reasonably doubts what he really meant by what he said back then - should he be more vigilant when he gets into his car by a strange girl for the first time
She pointed her index finger straight at the metal partition that was extremely insulting: "Xiao Cheng always has persecution paranoia, thinking that all the women in the world are coveting you so much that they want to touch you?"
Cheng Lang glanced inside the car, but before he could explain, he was stopped by her "stop" gesture.
"You want to pay for the atrocities committed by your employees, right?" Xu Qiao curled up the corners of her lips with a half-smile, "Okay, it's not safe to walk alone at night, so let's walk together."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the tall buildings hidden in the clouds in the distance: "It's at least one kilometer from here to the hotel. The temperature is less than ten degrees now, and it may rain within fifteen minutes."
"Then don't go."
Xu Qiao shrugged, turned and left. After walking a few steps, the shoulders suddenly sank, and a suit was covered.
"Get dressed before you go." Cheng Lang stepped forward, saw her stop, and made a "please" gesture very naturally.
Xu Qiao looked sideways at him, and once again refreshed her understanding of the man's endurance.
When she first dated Cheng Ye, she never restrained her temper at all, and even because he was full of sperm and always wanted to coax her to "sleep", she intensified her actions. No, the young master of the National People's Congress persisted for a week, and he really ran away .
Looking at it now, this brother's ability to resist pressure is quite strong. A big president with a family worth of more than a dozen figures can't drive the luxury car at hand, and walks with her when he says he wants to walk with her in cold weather.
Xu Qiao originally just said it casually, trying to get rid of him with an excuse, but now she got serious and went straight towards the hotel.
Cheng Lang slowed down and walked behind her.
The two of them were silent all the way, at first one was unwilling to talk to each other, the other was witty and silent. In the second half of the journey, a few drops of drizzle fell from the sky. I just have the energy to talk.
When she arrived downstairs in Audreyden, she threw the suit to Cheng Lang without saying a word, silently expressing her intention to part ways.
Cheng Lang noticed her pale face and frowned: "Uncomfortable?"
"No!" She couldn't speak much, and turned impatiently into the lobby.
Cheng Lang followed up again.
"Are you finished?" She put one hand on her waist, gasping for breath.
Cheng Lang spread his hands: "I just want to go up and get my suit back."
"..."
Xu Qiao had an expression of "I'm still thinking about your broken suit at this time, you're stingy, you're awesome", nodded and let him follow the elevator to the suite on the 21st floor, opened the door aggressively and entered, picked up the The suit on the back of the chair smashed at the people waiting outside the door.
Cheng Lang took the suit, looked at the room number on the door, and closed the door for her without saying a word.
With a sound of "click", the huge house fell into silence.
The cool-toned interior looks particularly deserted at this moment.
Could that suit be his ultimate goal of sending her back? Xu Qiao kicked off her high heels angrily, couldn't even remove her makeup, collapsed on the sofa, took out her mobile phone with the last of her energy and blocked Cheng Lang's mobile number.
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It didn't take long for her to fall asleep due to the exhaustion of the days and tossing back and forth tonight, but she always felt the rhythm of the scalp and lower abdomen, tight and painful, and her sleep could only stay at a shallow level.
So when the doorbell rang, Xu Qiao woke up quickly.
The first thought when I woke up was: I don't know who else would knock on this door except the hotel waiter.
The doorbell rang not in a hurry, but a little stubbornly, it would ring every three seconds.
Xu Qiao vaguely felt that this style was a bit like someone, her mind was muddled, and she couldn't remember for a while, dragging her body that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, she went to the door mirror a few steps, and saw a waitress standing outside the door.
Sure enough, except for the waiter, no one cares about her life.
And these eager waiters are just here for tips.
The world is too indifferent to her.
Xu Qiao shook her head and opened the door. Just as she was about to ask a question, she suddenly saw the waitress move aside and be replaced by Cheng Lang, who was originally standing in a blind corner of the door mirror.
"..." Xu Qiao was terrified. This old and cunning dog man secretly memorized her room number, and used the waiter as a shield in order to prevent her from turning her away
"What are you doing again?" She asked angrily.
"You don't want to go to the hospital, please ask the doctor to come and see you." Cheng Lang said and gave him a wink.
A young man in a white shirt, black trousers, and holding a medical kit came forward: "You..." The man was stunned for some reason when he raised his eyes, just like Li Nianda was a little astonished when he saw Xu Qiao, "Hello , I am Mr. Cheng's new personal doctor, and my surname is Song."
But Xu Qiao couldn't pay attention to the strangeness of Dr. Song, and was taken aback by the battle in front of him.
"Is it convenient to come in?" Cheng Lang asked.
"It's inconvenient!" Xu Qiao choked on him, "If you ask for a doctor, please ask for a doctor. What are you doing here?"
Cheng Lang blinked twice: "Before you were in the hospital, you said you needed an acquaintance to accompany you to the doctor."
"Are you my acquaintance?"
Cheng Lang choked, nodded restrainedly, and raised his hand to block the door before she closed it: "I'm not familiar with you, but your body is your own, you should think carefully about whether you want to see a doctor - if the hair follicles are serious Damaged, your scalp won't be able to grow new hair."
"..." Xu Qiao was obviously frightened, and the door didn't close anymore, and she covered her scalp, "Really? You... this is scaremongering!"
Cheng Lang gave Song Mian a wink.
Song Mian nodded: "Xiao Cheng is always right."
Xu Qiao's eyes went dark for a moment, feeling like the ceiling was about to collapse.
"Is it convenient to come in now?" Cheng Lang asked again.
Xu Qiao didn't let go of her mouth, her body was dominated by the fear of baldness and consciously made way for her.
Cheng Lang gestured to Song Mian: "Please, Doctor Song." Then he raised his chin to the waitress.
The waiter pushed the door wide open and stood respectfully by the door.
"..." Why is this a bit like the ancient private meeting between men and women, and let the maid guard the door to avoid gossip
But Xu Qiao couldn't care less at the moment to find out whether Cheng Lang's actions were due to his unilateral reluctance to get involved in an affair with her, or for the sake of her reputation or safety.
Her mind was full of—she, a young girl in her prime, was going to be bald!
Song Mian let her sit on the sofa, then opened the medical box, put on rubber gloves, picked up a medical flashlight, and came over to check her scalp.
She grabbed the blanket on the sofa like a wilting cabbage, and asked softly, wanting to cry without tears: "...doctor, can my hair grow back?"
Song Mian paused slightly when she pushed her long hair away: "There are some slight damages, but the hair follicles are fine, so it's okay. I'll give you medicine once, and then twice a day, you can do it yourself. If it's inconvenient, please let me know." Someone help you."
"But my scalp still hurts." Xu Qiao didn't dare to speak hard, "Is this normal?"
"It's normal. There may be a continuous tingling sensation in the past two days. After three to five days, the problem will not be serious. However, we still need to continue to pay attention to the diet, eat less spicy and cold food, and check again after a week."
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her chest as if saving her life.
After Song Mian applied the potion on her, he glanced at her not-so-bloody lips: "Are there any other discomforts?"
"Gone."
Cheng Lang, who had been standing far away, had an expression of "Don't listen to this girl's nonsense": "Her complexion is not normal after strenuous exercise tonight."
"..." This is a dubious and unfounded statement.
"It may be caused by physical weakness. It is recommended to pay attention to rest recently and eat three meals regularly. If you have time, it is best to go to the hospital for a full-body examination." Song Mian said.
Cheng Lang glanced at his watch, and considered the proposal very efficiently: "Now go to the emergency room..."
"I'm not going to the hospital!" Xu Qiao stopped him with a headache, "I just have dysmenorrhea! Do you understand dysmenorrhea? Can you look good when you have dysmenorrhea?"
"..." How can you know if you haven't been in pain, isn't this embarrassing
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward.
Xu Qiao also realized that she spoke too fast, and she was a little stiff for a while.
Cheng Lang was silent for a moment, and turned the page nonchalantly: "Then Dr. Song and I will go back first, you should rest early."
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After leaving the suite, Cheng Lang arranged for the driver to take Song Mian back, and he himself got into the Bentley waiting at the hotel porch.
Gao Rui was already waiting in the co-driver, and when he got into the car, he turned around and asked him, "Mr. Cheng, what do you want to do with Li Nianda?"
"The victim is not me, let her do whatever she wants."
It took Gao Rui a while to realize that "she" refers to Xu Qiao: "Then what is Miss Xu's plan?"
"I didn't ask." Cheng Lang squeezed between his eyebrows, "A small gunpowder keg, it will explode at one o'clock, and you can negotiate with her tomorrow."
It was the first time Gao Rui saw Cheng Lang avoiding others to the point of refusing to communicate. He was so curious that it was the choking peppers that made him so hard to swallow. The lighting lamp seemed to be looking for a financial newspaper to relieve boredom, and explained: "Ah, I changed my car temporarily, and there is no new issue here."
After Cheng Lang left Xu Qiao's room, he was not very refreshed. He was absent-minded until now and realized that he was not sitting in Zeppelin: "Why do you change cars?"
"Zeppelin took it to be cleaned and maintained. The rear seat is a bit dirty and stained with blood from nowhere. Oh, yes, you shouldn't have been injured recently, right?"
Cheng Lang shook his head, halfway through the shaking, he suddenly stopped: "Blood?"
"It's kind of like blood, or maybe it's red paint."
"Which location?"
Gao Rui pointed to the corner of the back seat: "It's almost here."
Cheng Lang's brows were twisted into the word "Chuan" little by little, and fragmentary pictures appeared one after another in his mind as if the gate had been opened: When Xu Qiao was sitting in the back seat of Zeppelin, he was huddled in a corner cautiously; Behind the car, the movement of staggering and falling forward, and the painful sound of breathing; and just now, the sonorous and powerful sentence "Can you look good when you have dysmenorrhea?"
Seeming to understand something, Cheng Lang rubbed his temples and let out a deep breath of irritability.