The phone vibrated again, and there was a new message from Zhu Li: "But it's not bad for you anyway, and you're happy to hear about it, and it's not a loss!"
What's wrong? Where is it not bad
This comforting words changed to "reverse up points" at Xu Qiao's place. Standing in front of the kitchen cabinet while pouring boiling water, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was at a loss.
If she hadn't misunderstood Cheng Lang's motivation to clean up the Zhao family, she wouldn't have talked to him in a good manner today, nor would she have agreed to meet him, let alone put on makeup for him, boiled water for him...
After working for a long time, it turned out that she directed and acted in a one-man show of a troublesome beauty, and she coaxed herself well!
Is there a girl who is more wronged than her in this world
She drooped the corners of her mouth and looked towards the living room through the glass wall of the kitchen. She saw Cheng Lang leaning against the sofa, typing on his mobile phone with his head bowed. He didn't know what happened to him, and even the sitting posture was much more comfortable than before, sir. As if waiting for her to serve him wholeheartedly.
Then serve him well today!
Xu Qiao bit her cheek, picked up the salt jar from the kitchen, and poured it into the boiling water. When she was done, she didn't forget to take out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator and mix it in to ensure that he could taste this glass of Balala energy water immediately. .
The movement of throwing salt here did not disturb the two nearby men who were immersed in the hot chat on WeChat.
Cheng Lang: "Call her dinner."
Gao Rui: "Okay, but I don't know what Miss Xu likes to eat?"
Cheng Lang: "Crab roe soup dumpling, fresh shrimp rice rolls, plum vegetable shortbread, American style."
Gao Rui saw how familiar the lines were, and suddenly remembered what Xu Qiao said in the hospital that day, and was about to do it, when Cheng Lang suddenly changed his words: "As long as there are shortbread and porridge with preserved vegetables, Dr. Song told her not to eat it."
When Xu Qiao came over with water, Cheng Lang happened to send this message, and naturally locked the screen of the phone, took the cup in her hand, and habitually touched the wall of the cup with his index finger, probably feeling that the water temperature was quite moderate, and it was not delicate. Seeing the slightly turbid water in the cup, he said "thank you" and put it to his lips.
The next moment the world stands still.
Cheng Lang's face was twisted on the verge of fission and collapse, and he slowly raised his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Xu Qiao blinked and looked at him innocently.
The upbringing he had received since he was a child made Cheng Lang unable to do the sloppy behavior of spitting out the water he drank into his mouth, so after a few seconds, he frowned, swallowed the strong salt water with difficulty, and pressed the chug straight. After a moment of calming down on Tiao's temples, he asked, "What kind of water is this?"
His voice could be heard trembling slightly, and his voice became hoarse.
"Salt water!" Xu Qiao said confidently, "Didn't it say that salt water can reduce inflammation? Your voice is hoarse, I'll treat it for you."
Cheng Lang's eyes stared straight at her, as if he was trying to tell whether she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, and when he turned to look at the glass of water in his hand, he knew it clearly.
The opaque coffee cup, the water temperature adjusted just right, the brine that was so turbid to this concentration... These messages all point to her clearly being "intentional murder".
The gentleman's mask seemed to be torn off, and Cheng Lang looked at her inexplicably: "Do you drink alcohol directly when you want to drink?"
Xu Qiao sneered in her heart, "The dog man has finally shown his ugly face", and looked at him pitifully: "I did it for your own good, but I accidentally put too much salt, why are you so fierce."
Cheng Lang held his breath in his chest and couldn't swallow or spit it out. He closed his eyes and suppressed his anger, and nodded with an "ok, fine" face: "Then please pour me another glass of boiled water, thank you."
"Ah..." Xu Qiao was embarrassed, "But I just cooked this cup, why don't you wait..."
Cheng Lang completely lost his patience, got up and said goodbye: "No, let's go."
Xu Qiao waved her hand happily: "Xiao Cheng always walks slowly!"
At the door, Gao Rui was suffocated to the point of suffocating after taking a mouthful of salt water from Cheng Lang. He thought to himself that the phrase "the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful" written by Mr. Jin Yong is really true.
He lagged behind for a long time before hurriedly following Cheng Lang: "Are you all right?"
Cheng Lang loosened his bow tie, walked into the elevator without saying a word, and waited until the lobby to speak: "Did I tell you yesterday that you are here to negotiate with her today?"
"Yes, but you didn't insist today..."
Cheng Lang walked all the way and slammed his eyes: "Do I need to say the same thing a second time?"
"No, next time I will take the initiative to do these jobs!"
"no more chance."
Gao Rui shivered.
"The compensations that should be paid are already in place. You do the rest of the finishing work, and you don't need to report to me."
"Then the dinner for Miss Xu is still called..."
Cheng Lang paused: "'Repaying grievances with virtue, why repay virtue', have you never read the Analects?"
Gao Rui canceled the order with a bitter face.
—
Xu Qiao turned her head and told Zhu Li the joyful story.
Zhu Li stared blankly, and asked her, aren't you afraid that if you provoke him, you won't get compensation
She confidently said no, this man is stingy in small things, but generous in big things, even if she washes his face with boiling water today, it's hers, and he can't do without her.
Sure enough, in the next week, Gao Rui contacted her three times on behalf of Cheng Lang.
The first time I asked about her account, the second time I sent her a six-figure sum, and the third time it was time for her review, I asked if I needed to call Dr. Song for her.
Xu Qiao's scalp recovered quite well, so she replied gracefully, no need.
It's just that the health is good, the sneaking is over, and I have to face a miserable working life.
A week later on a weekday, on a sunny day in early winter, she took a taxi to Xinglin Bay dejectedly.
At seven o'clock in the morning, before the shift time, Xu Qiao walked slowly into the rest area of the toll station to change her uniform, but saw a group of colleagues gathered around chattering and gossiping, and when they saw her, they collectively fell silent.
So obviously, the subject of the topic is her.
Xu Qiao didn't care what they were talking about, and walked straight to the locker room, but was stopped by Shi Wei halfway: "Your dad is here!"
Xu Qiao was taken aback, and looked around: "Where is it? How do you know it's my dad?"
"Everyone knows! Uncle Xu sent gifts to everyone in the station, and said he would pick you up, and he's in the stationmaster's office right now!"
Xu Qiaozhang went to the station master's office in a daze, and when he got to the door, he could faintly hear the conversation inside through the gap in the door.
"I have caused you trouble during this time!"
"Mr. Xu, you're welcome! But the colleagues in the station didn't know her background before, and they often competed with her. The working conditions here are really tough, and your daughter has been wronged!"
"Why? She has been spoiled since she was a child. I just want to train her and let her endure hardships. I know how hard it is to make money, so I can take it easy in the future. Don't always be so extravagant."
"You are just joking. With your family background, your daughter is afraid that the money is not enough?"
Xu Kangrong seemed to want to sigh, but held back halfway through the sigh, and said, "Anyone who has no family background is a fake. Her mother left early, and it is impossible for me to support her for the rest of my life. I always have to go before her. She This self-care ability, if you really want to live alone, I'm afraid you won't even be able to survive!"
"Then don't worry, the work at the toll station is boring and rigid. Miss Xu has persisted for so long, and she will definitely be able to do other jobs well in the future."
Xu Qiao stood at the door with downcast eyes, unexpectedly Xu Kangrong ended the conversation in a hurry and pushed the door open.
The father and daughter looked at each other in blank dismay.
Xu Qiao shrugged, with an expression of "I didn't mean to eavesdrop".
"Listen to your dad's corner, it's not big or small!" Xu Kangrong pointed at her vainly, "Okay, Lao Li is already waiting at the door, you go home with him."
"I don't need to stay in a hotel anymore?" Xu Qiao followed Xu Kangrong out, "Why did you let me go home so kindly all of a sudden?"
"Hey girl, you're not willing to let you go home, are you?"
"Don't change the subject opportunistically." Xu Qiao glanced at him and returned what he said at the hotel that day, "Tell me honestly, did something happen to the company a while ago?"
"..." Xu Kangrong choked, and said silently, "You are the only one who is smart."
"You are really good at hiding it from the family! Dare you worry that I will starve to death on the street after Jin Lu goes bankrupt, so you are urging me to go on a blind date and sending me here?"
"Whether it is bankruptcy or not, it is that the funds cannot be turned over for a while, and it is all resolved now."
"You didn't solve it by gambling, did you?"
"That's impossible!" Xu Kangrong glanced at her.
"Really solved?"
"You don't believe me, right? There is a private jewelry auction at the Li Pai Hotel tonight. Go and buy some of your favorites, and show them to those who talk badly. I'll have someone call you the money later."
Xu Qiao wiped the corners of her eyes with the feeling that she finally didn't have to rely on others, and asked the last question: "Then you still force me to marry?"
"Don't force me! Those two young masters of the Cheng family, especially the second son, are so scheming that you can't afford it, so you can just let them down! As long as Jinlu is alive, Dad will take care of you for a day, okay?" ?”
Xu Qiao nodded vigorously, and with a sassy air of "whoever is rich is rare", she got on her Rolls Royce straight up.
—
At eight o'clock in the evening, the private room on the second floor of Xifuhui was filled with smoke.
On the card table, Jiang Fang bit his cigarette and played a pair of old aces, and glanced at Shen Dang on the opposite side: "I'm really impressed by how much you reject women now," he said, pointing to the waiter beside him, "Even cigarettes are too much for you." The man gives me some."
Shen Dang silently carried this heavy scapegoat: "Don't open your mouth and shut up about women, don't you think women are troublesome? Ask Mr. Lang how he was treated by women last week."
Cheng Lang glanced at him.
This is Shen Dang's subconscious habit. At the moment when his secrets may be exposed, Cheng Lang's words will always portray Cheng Lang as a vagabond who has inextricable connections with women.
But this time the topic unfortunately stepped on the sore foot of the "prodigal son".
For the past week, Cheng Lang felt his mouth was salty from time to time, and every time before drinking water, he would take a small sip tentatively, "Once bitten by a snake, I will be afraid of Xu Qiao for ten years".
It is said that love needs taste memory.
If this was Xu Qiao's trick to make him remember her, then she succeeded.
Cheng Lang's face was not very good-looking, one pair of two, one straight, one pair of king bombs were thrown out, and he knocked on the table without talking, signaling to the waiter to keep the account.
Jiang Fang became more and more curious: "What kind of woman dares to make waves, you two are talking about it, why am I kept in the dark every time?"
Shen Dang shrugged, indicating that Cheng Lang didn't speak, and he didn't dare to speak.
Jiang Fang sighed: "It is said that the friendship between three people is the easiest to break, I think we are about to break up."
"I can't break up," Cheng Lang raised his chin and pointed at the card table, "Whoever breaks up will rush to give money every day."
"..."
Jiang was so angry that he pressed his forehead and couldn't speak.
At this moment, Gao Rui hurried into the private room, ran towards Cheng Lang, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Cheng, the young master suddenly appeared in Beicheng."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it sent to Antarctica?"
"It was arranged like this. At that time, the young master also flew to London happily, so I didn't keep an eye on it afterwards. I didn't expect someone to say that the young master went to the Lipai Hotel tonight to participate in the jewelry auction."
Cheng Lang nodded: "The feet are on him, so let him go."
"That's right..." Gao Rui said with a frowning face, "But I don't know if it's a coincidence, Miss Xu is also there tonight. You know the little boy's temper and style, sneaking back like this, and immediately looking for him after getting off the plane Miss Xu, will you do something to her..."
Cheng Lang paused for a while, and saw two men next to him with their ears pricked up, and smiled casually: "What do you think of her as a rare treasure, worthy of being missed for so long?"
Gao Rui nodded, with an expression of "well, that's all I've said, if something really happens, just don't regret it": "Then I'll go out first, you have fun."
With a wave of his two fingers together, he picked up a handful of new cards and fanned them, sorting them methodically.
Three hands in a row, Cheng Lang managed the cards so well that he almost didn't need to use his brain to memorize the cards, and he was the landlord again after a few rounds.
Perhaps because of this, he gradually stopped concentrating on the poker table, and lit two cigarettes during the three hands, not knowing whether it was to relieve fatigue or boredom.
In the fourth hand, Jiang Fang took a look at the cards and complained that he got another bad hand.
Shen Dang also sighed: "What's the matter with your luck tonight?" He asked Cheng Lang again, "I'll give you the best cards. You have a koi attached to you recently?"
"Maybe." Cheng Lang put out his cigarette butt and picked up a new card. After speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and frowned slightly.
The lottery tickets won by the Xu family back then seemed to be the numbers that Xu Qiao touched with her own hands.
Really so smart
"What's wrong?" Shen Dang asked.
Cheng Lang silently sorted the cards without answering. After a while, he paused and put the cards face down on the table.
"Stop fighting?" Jiang Fang looked at him.
"Catch a koi first, or you won't be able to win in the future." Cheng Lang picked up the suit in hand, got up and left.