The sonorous sound of cursing ducks soon alarmed the owner of the house.
"Oh, my God, what happened?" Elio walked over with an electric toothbrush in his mouth, looked at the mess on the floor in shock, and said to Yu Jin, who was carrying a cleaning tool, "I just said that this man can't see it." Too kind, look, is he really a good friend?"
"If we weren't friends, we should have started a fight." Yu Jin dragged himself on the floor, explained to Elliot and then to Xu Qiao, "He said he was the one who contacted me before, so I let him go if the name matches. He came in and wanted to call you, but he saw that you were drawing seriously, so he told me not to disturb you."
This kind of person who can recognize a swan as a duck still understands art
Xu Qiao wrinkled her nose in disgust, and looked at the frosted door at the end of the aisle, "Did he come alone?"
"It seems," Yujin said, "the car downstairs that brought him has been away for a while."
Elio pointed to the bathroom: "Oh, so does he need a new suit now?"
Both Yu Jin and Elio looked straight at Xu Qiao, which probably meant to ask her to ask, after all, they were not familiar with him.
Xu Qiao reluctantly walked to the door of the bathroom. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard Cheng Lang talking on the phone. He said, "How long will it take?"
—Probably asking for clothes to be delivered.
Xu Qiao knocked on the door: "There is a master here, I can lend you clothes."
"No need." Cheng Lang replied.
"Your follower will come to your rescue soon?"
There was no sound from inside.
How could such a handsome man admit that he was in a predicament? Xu Qiao said "tsk": "Don't bully other people's bathrooms! I'll bring you new clothes that Elio hasn't worn, and you change them first."
Cheng Lang still endured without speaking.
Xu Qiao guessed that the silence this time meant "OK", so she followed Elio to pick out clothes.
To be honest, Elio's dressing taste and design style are indeed somewhat niche, especially men's clothing. Xu Qiao is usually quite optimistic, but I really want to choose one from those heavy metal styles that look like knocked over a paint tray. Cheng Lang in black, white and gray...
Xu Qiao laughed till she was in Elio's cloakroom, from "ha ha ha" to "goose goose goose" to "giggle giggle", laughing for a while looking at a piece of clothing.
Elio stood outside the door and asked Yujin in a low voice: "What's wrong with her?"
Yu Jin shrugged and expressed her incomprehension: "It's the first time I saw her smiling so happily. It turns out that she was faking fun with us a few days ago."
Xu Qiao barely straightened her waist, leaned against the wardrobe and stopped laughing: "Sorry, I just have a picture in my mind."
When she thought of the poor and helpless president in the toilet wearing these paint buckets and throwing big gold chains all over her body, she felt that there was still happiness in this world.
Xu Qiao picked out thousands of choices, and took a navy blue thin sweater and a pair of black stitching trousers with "the general among the short ones", and sent them to the bathroom with a suppressed smile.
Cheng Lang moved a crack in the door to take it, and two minutes later he called out with restraint: "Xu Qiao."
Xu Qiao leaned against the white wall outside the door with her arms folded, and her index finger danced on her forearm: "Ah, can't you do it? Wear the hollow part of the jacket on the front, and put the zipper on the right side of the trousers. Don't say I deliberately tricked you. You design against humanity, if you want to be on the cutting edge of the trend, there are also bohemian shirts, punk denim, hippie cardigans... "
"Okay." Cheng Lang couldn't bear to interrupt her. After changing his clothes, he came out and saw Xu Qiao and Ellio standing in a row with their chests crossed and their heads tilted to meet him.
Elio: "wow..."
Xu Qiao: "amazing..."
The special feature of this sweater is its "Y" neckline, which extends from a deep V base to a cutout that leaks just the sexiest part of a man's body—if the man has a figure.
Xu Qiao stared straight at Cheng Lang's front and swallowed.
She swears that she has absolutely no ulterior motives. She just thought that this sweater was the most ordinary new product in Elio's cloakroom, who knew that Cheng Lang could wear it so earth-shatteringly.
Cheng Lang's eyes darkened slightly.
Self-cultivation prevented him from showing the look of "your taste in the fashion circle is really bald", and restrainedly said "thank you for the clothes" to Elio-standard Italian.
Elio danced in surprise and replied in his native language: "It is an honor to meet a model like you! I would like to give it to you!"
Although Xu Qiao didn't understand everything, she roughly guessed what Elio meant, and beat him up: "He has a lot of money, don't be polite to him, charge him well, including the floor cleaning fee."
Elio wanted to say something, but was dragged back to the room by Yu Jin.
The husband and wife made room for the two of them to talk, but when they really quieted down and stopped arguing, Xu Qiao suddenly felt a little at a loss.
This has nothing to do with Cheng Lang himself.
The reason may be that standing opposite her at this moment is an "old friend" who belongs to "that world".
The negative thoughts that were covered by the farce just now came back, like watching a hilarious comedy movie, and after laughing, the curtain fell, returning to the deserted real world.
Xu Qiao felt his head was a little heavy, and the feeling of exhaustion came again. While hiding his emotions, he turned back to tidy up the easel, and asked him casually, "What are you doing here?"
"Talking about business," Cheng Lang followed, "By the way..."
"Oh," Xu Qiao thought of something, cut off his words, and said happily, "Did you bring the letter?"
Cheng Lang nodded: "I didn't bring it with me, I'll bring it to you another day."
"?" Another day? So tonight, is he free to explore the road first to see if there is any danger
Xu Qiao questioned: "Are you going to stay in Milan for a long time?"
"It depends." Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows seeing her expression of "You are not welcome in Milan".
"Oh..." Xu Qiao squatted next to the bucket to wash the paintbrush, and then thought of something, "Someone will pick you up later, you ask them to bring the letter?"
"The letter is locked in the safe."
"so what?"
"Nobody knows the password but me."
"Then you tell them."
"There are other classified documents inside."
"..."
"Then move the whole safe to the head office?" Xu Qiao raised her head angrily, because of the squatting posture, the gauze skirt was scattered all over the floor, and the whole person looked like a fragile little white flower that I still feel pity for. .
Cheng Lang looked down at her for a while, and nodded before she broke out completely: "Okay." He picked up his phone and sent a message.
Xu Qiao stood up in satisfaction, but before she straightened her back completely, her head was dizzy and her whole body shook.
Cheng Lang quickly supported her elbow, saw that she was standing still, and left as soon as she touched it. He recalled the temperature he felt through the gauze skirt, and said with a frown, "Don't worry, it's burning again."
"Really?" Xu Qiao touched her forehead, "No wonder I feel so tired, I thought it was because of you."
"..."
"Where's the ear thermometer?" Cheng Lang asked.
"in the room."
Cheng Lang glanced in, and seemed dissatisfied with the size of the room and the simplicity of the decoration, but he didn't get too entangled in it at this time, and raised his chin: "Go and lie down."
"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao put her hand in front of her skirt.
"What can I do?" he asked back.
Xu Qiao rubbed her nose and walked in, watching him warily from the corner of her eyes.
"I'm coming in." Cheng Lang followed her in, and when she lay down, pulled up the quilt, picked up an ear thermometer from the bedside table, and took her temperature.
Thirty-eight point two degrees.
"It's so burned that I didn't..." Cheng Lang said halfway, seeing her staring at the number on the ear thermometer in fear, and then stopped, "When did you take the antipyretics last time?"
"It seems to be nine o'clock in the morning? Ten o'clock?" She recalled, blinking her eyes in a daze.
"What about the medicine?"
Just like when you don’t find a wound, you don’t feel pain, but when you find it, you can’t help but start humming. Xu Qiao didn’t feel too uncomfortable just now, knowing that she is now a small fireball with a temperature of more than 38 degrees, and she withered and shrank all of a sudden. He whispered under the quilt: "In the drawer..."
Cheng Lang took out the antipyretic medicine, checked the instructions, picked up the thermos and poured a glass of water, and passed the medicine pad on the wrapping paper.
Xu Qiao opened her mouth.
Cheng Lang's hand was still in place.
"..." Why, is she going to stick out her tongue and lick it to get the medicine by herself
Xu Qiao looked at him suspiciously.
Cheng Lang looked back at her as a matter of course.
It seems that one is used to being served by others, and the other has never been served by others, both of them are a little confused.
Finally Xu Qiao stretched out her hand depressed, took the medicine and stuffed it into her mouth, then swallowed it with the water in his hand.
"Drink more." Cheng Lang urged her to stop talking.
"No, I want to go to the bathroom, I'm too lazy to move." She curled up lazily and shivered.
"How does this reduce the fever? Then ask the doctor for an injection tomorrow morning."
"..."
Xu Qiao raised her head and gulped down a whole glass of water holding her breath. When she raised her eyes, she saw Cheng Lang's fleeting smile.
"What are you laughing at? Are you happy to see me sick?" She said angrily.
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "I just feel..."
"?"
Feeling that she looked like this finally made him confirm that he was not blind at the beginning - the little girl is indeed a bit cute when she behaves.
"You are gloating," Xu Qiao saw that he couldn't speak, and cursed, "You can go!"
"..." It seemed that she was only briefly cute.
"Then I'm leaving," Cheng Lang stood up calmly, "I'll give you the letter another day."
Xu Qiao reacted in a daze, and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Stop!"
Cheng Lang looked down at her: "Huh?"
"Wait until the letter arrives before leaving..." Xu Qiao said with humiliation.
"Then where do I sit?"
Xu Qiao looked "Where do you want to sit?" and pointed to the door: "Except my bed, chair, sofa, floor, you can choose."
This really made him a thief.
Cheng Lang sighed vaguely and nodded: "Call me if you need something."
Xu Qiao couldn't speak anymore, and hummed casually.
Cheng Lang turned off the ceiling light in the room for her, left a small night light in the corner, and left under cover of the door.
—
A quarter of an hour later, Gao Rui sent a new suit and a safe. When he saw Cheng Lang's cool boy look, he was so overwhelmed that he turned his head away without daring to look directly.
Cheng Lang explained in a low voice: "Take out the letter." Then he picked up his shirt and trousers and went to the bathroom to change.
When he came out, Gao Rui had neatly folded a dozen letters and handed them to him: "Why did you ask me to bring insurance..."
Cheng Lang gestured him to shut up, and looked in the direction of Xu Qiao's room.
Gao Rui nodded with a vague understanding.
Cheng Lang picked up the letter and walked to Xu Qiao's room, knocking on the half-hidden door.
There is no response inside.
"Xu Qiao?" He called out tentatively, but got no answer. He gently opened the door and walked in, only to find that the person on the bed had already fallen asleep, but he was not sleeping peacefully, holding the corner of the handkerchief firmly in his hand, Push hard until the nail is almost embedded in the flesh.
Cheng Lang put the letter in the drawer of the bedside table, and turned to grab the handkerchief in her palm.
Xu Qiao encountered something in her sleep, but she refused to let it go, but clenched it even tighter, with crescent moon marks on the skin and flesh of her palm.
He sighed and bent down, and after pulling away the handkerchief, Xu Qiao seemed to be in a hurry, and grabbed his hand indiscriminately.
Cheng Lang froze in place for an instant.
The oxygen in his lungs seemed to be rapidly evacuated by an air pump, and a wave of suffocation swept over him. He was about to throw her away subconsciously, but before he could move, he heard a thin voice.
"Don't go, don't go..." Xu Qiao trembled her eyelashes, and grabbed his hand in aggrieved manner, as if she was about to cry in her dream.
The force that Cheng Lang had just exerted was restrained abruptly, his heart beat faster and faster, and the sweat dripped down his back, but his hand seemed to be enchanted by the phrase "Don't go", and he couldn't move.