This Damned Sweetness

Chapter 25

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Cheng Lang's words gave Gao Rui a deeper understanding of the so-called "gambler's psychology" - if the money is spent, but the profit is not won back, then the money must not be spent in vain, so he can only grit his teeth and invest in it while being unwilling More.

It's just that Cheng Lang's hand, whether he will lose all his money or get his wish in the end, is as unpredictable as the changing situation on the gambling table.

After all, people are alive, to put it bluntly, they are fighting for breath, but Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao, both of them want to fight for the anger of "You didn't answer me back then, but today I make you unable to climb high", So how can the victory be divided

The curious Gao Rui really wanted to catch up to the finale and see who won.

But looking at Xu Qiao's situation, this is probably wishful thinking.

For several days in succession, the news from Milan always said that she was doing well, without any signs of depression. Every morning on time, she took the car with Yujin and Elio to the store in the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, and then She stays in the inner studio all day, and eats three meals a day there. As for what she does, she can't see it, but once she came out, her skirt was stained with paint, maybe she was painting.

No matter what Cheng Lang thought when he first heard the news, Gao Rui was a little surprised.

Having personally witnessed Xu Qiao's delicacy when she received an injection to see a doctor, it was really hard for him to imagine that she would be as relaxed as if nothing had happened when such a change happened for the first time.

And according to their investigation, Yu Jin and Elio are self-made. Although they are successful in their careers now, they are not people who spend extravagantly. Their houses in Beicheng are probably only of the standard of ordinary middle-class people, and it is conceivable that the cost of food and clothing cannot be much higher. Xu Qiao was a person who had to stay in a hotel for thousands of dollars a night even if he borrowed money. How could he adapt so quickly to a life from luxury to frugality

Gao Rui faintly felt that there must be a demon if something abnormal happened.

It wasn't until a week later that the news of Jinlu Jewelry entering the bankruptcy process spread, and the news reports that Jinlu's grassroots employees went to the company to smash up and make trouble, but Xu Qiao went to the studio without any problems that day, and even talked to Yu Yu when she got off the car. Jin talked and laughed, and Gao Rui couldn't sit still.

When people are sad, they are not afraid of you crying and crying, but they are afraid of you acting as if nothing happened.

If I hold back this heart for a long time, it will rebound.

Sure enough, the next day, Milan said that Xu Qiao didn't go to the store today, and wondered if something happened.

Gao Rui had just come out of the reception room of the group when he got the news.

After the Dream Island project was cancelled, Cheng Lang started to rectify Lanchen Department Store, one of which was to renovate the brand. Recently, on behalf of Cheng Lang, he has received several local brands who are interested in entering Lanchen.

When he returned to the office on the 62nd floor, he hurriedly reported a few words about the meaning of the brand to Cheng Lang, perhaps because he was speaking too fast, and Cheng Lang made a gesture halfway through hearing it: "If there are more important things to do explain."

"Miss Xu didn't go to the store today," Gao Rui blurted out without a pause, "She has no other place to go in Milan, will she..."

Cheng Lang put down the meeting materials at hand, frowned and let out a deep breath: "Make a call."

Gao Rui took the landline and pressed the hands-free button, and dialed the number Xu Qiao called last time. It was almost full before he heard a sound like he hadn't woken up: "Hello..."

"Miss Xu?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then he cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, yes."

Cheng Lang frowned even deeper, and picked up the receiver: "Are you sick?"

Xu Qiao's breathing was a bit rough, and her words seemed to be squeezed out of her throat: "It's just that I didn't wake up. I'm here after eight o'clock in the morning. Don't disturb me..."

"Are you alone now?" Cheng Lang was not arguing with her at this juncture, "No one took you to see a doctor?"

"I don't need to see a doctor..." Xu Qiao raised her voice, her voice broke in embarrassment, and the rest of her words were a little fuzzy, "I don't want to go to the hospital..."

Cheng Lang fell silent.

The last time Xu Qiao strongly protested to go to the hospital in front of him, he thought she was just throwing a temper tantrum and deliberately contradicted him. Later, when he heard about her biological mother, he vaguely had other guesses.

Before her biological mother passed away, her illness was not short, and she must have stayed in the hospital for a long time. She was still young at that time, so she might cast a shadow over the hospital.

Cheng Lang said, "Tell me first what symptoms you have now."

Xu Qiao didn't speak.

"If you don't tell me, the disease that can be cured by taking medicine will have to be injected, hospitalized, and operated..."

"If you continue to curse, I will go to the morgue..." Xu Qiao's voice sounded like she was about to cry.

"Then tell me."

"I just have a sore throat, I don't have much strength, I feel a little sleepy and a little cold."

"It should be a fever, do you have an ear thermometer at hand?"

"No, I don't want to move."

"Then I'll ask the doctor to come over. If you need an antipyretic injection, please cooperate."

"How can you be so deceitful? Didn't you say that you can get well after taking medicine? I don't get injections, so don't try to get the address out of my mouth!" Xu Qiao finished speaking hastily, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to outwit him if she was ill. , would leak the address, and hung up the phone quickly.

Of course, Cheng Lang didn't care if she told her the address or not, but she was a little headache from her habit of putting down the phone at every turn, rubbing her temples and asked Gao Rui to contact Yu Jin to take care of her.

Gao Ruilin was about to make a phone call: "Mr. Cheng, I think Miss Xu's two friends are too busy to take good care of her, and Miss Xu's relationship with them may not be too deep, that's why they hold back when things happen. What... I mean, Miss Xu fell ill all of a sudden after staying for so many days, I guess this will not be easy, why don't you go to Milan and take this opportunity to bring her back? Let people stare over there, and make such a toss whenever there is movement."

Cheng Lang stared at him and said nothing.

That look probably said "are you kidding me".

"Oh, then we won't pick up Ms. Xu." Gao Rui picked up the tablet at hand and pulled out a column of work plans, "Look, there are several emerging brands in Italy that are included in Lanchen's innovation plan. Do you want to find some time to go on a field trip?"

When Xu Qiao woke up from the heavy and oppressive sleep like a ghost pressing the bed, she saw Yu Jin sitting by the bed with a glass of water: "Qiao, wake up, you have a fever, get up and take an antipyretic medicine."

Xu Qiao felt even more top-heavy after sleeping, she lay there sluggishly and didn't move, and asked in a daze, "Why are you back?"

"Someone contacted me and said you were sick." Yu Jin stuffed the medicine into her mouth.

Xu Qiao sat up with her elbows propped up, and swallowed the medicine with water: "Cheng Lang?"

"The other party didn't give their name." Yu Jin rolled his eyes, "Qiao, are we friends? I'm right by your side, but I have to hear the news of your illness from a person five thousand miles away. In the morning, Ellie and I Ao asked if you were not feeling well, and you said you just wanted to sleep late... "

Xu Qiao didn't pay attention to Yu Jin's words at all at the moment, and only cared about spit: "Dog man!"

"Um?"

Xu Qiao snorted: "I didn't say I was with you at all, he must have gone to the wrong way to check on me! Shameless!"

Yu Jin seemed to be taken aback by her radiant spirit: "Is that person your boyfriend?"

"How is it possible!" She shook her head, thinking "is he worthy?", with an expression of "where is this?" on her face.

"I just think you're scolding him like I scolded Elio." Yu Jin shrugged, "Okay, you continue to rest, I'll stay with you at home today."

"A customer made an appointment to come to the store today to discuss with you the customization plan for rings and dresses." Xu Qiao reminded her.

"Is that why you lied to us that you're not sick?" Yujin said, "It's okay, let Elio deal with it first."

Xu Qiao lay down with eyes downcast, groping for the handkerchief under the blanket.

This sleep went straight to dark, and after taking antipyretics, Xu Qiao's fever subsided temporarily, and Yu Jin fed him a bowl of porridge, saying that he wanted to paint.

In the past week, she has actually only been doing painting every day.

Yu Jin appreciates her unique vision and high-level aesthetics for jewelry, but she has to honestly point out that this young lady has neglected her basic skills for too long, and she has exquisite ideas in her head, but they become rough and cheap when they are implemented on drawings, so she can only Start from the basics and re-polish - first hand-painted, then electro-painted.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Yu Jin said helplessly, "Recently, you have been holding your pen from morning to night, and you still refuse to put it down when you are sick? I didn't want to benefit from you right away, you can take your time, really. "

"I just want to move, I'm falling asleep." Xu Qiao climbed out of bed, straightened the skirt of her white nightgown, and started to build an easel.

This room is not big. A bed, a row of wardrobes, and a desk almost fill up all the space. The painting shelf can only be placed by the door. After opening the door, use a small passage outside the door.

Yu Jin lit the spotlight above her head for her, and patted her on the shoulder: "Then I'll go to the movies for a while, and I'll come to check your results later."

She nodded, adjusted the position of the high chair according to the light, sat down with her back facing the living room, picked up the paint tray and pen, and prepared to color a swan picture that had been drawn for two days.

This sitting lasted for more than half an hour. Near the end, Xu Qiao heard footsteps behind her, and said while swiping her pen, "The timing is right, and it will be over after two more strokes. Do you think the painting looks like this time?"

Xu Qiao painted two details at the end, leaned back slightly, and was about to look at the whole thing from a distance, when suddenly he heard a slightly hoarse male voice above his head: "It looks like you."

She turned around in shock, and the moment she saw the person coming, she flicked the paint tray in her hand, and the colorful paint splashed directly on his white shirt.

Cheng Lang: "..."

Xu Qiao lowered her eyes, watching the fresh blue, blue and white paint dripping down from the front of his shirt, all the way to the indescribable place.

Xu Qiao: "..."

She staggered her eyes suddenly, and raised her head as if she had seen a ghost: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Lang closed his eyes and maintained a stiff standing posture: "Is this issue important now?"

Xu Qiaolian said "Oh" twice, put down the paint tray and pen, ran into the room, brought a tissue and handed it to him.

Cheng Lang took out a few pieces of paper and wanted to wipe his body. Seeing Xu Qiao's expression of "It's so miserable, this is so fucking miserable", he stared straight at his embarrassment, and then paused: "Turn your head .”

"Why don't you turn around?" She pointed to the bathroom at the end of the aisle, "Or you can pee."

Cheng Lang endured it, turned around, stepped forward and then stopped, pointing back to her painting: "Use yellow paint, it should be more similar."

Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment, and only realized when the person walked a long way: "You are the duck! The cheapest duck at two hundred packs of nights!"