In the annoying heavy bass of "thump, thump, thump", time suddenly began to count in milliseconds.
As their eyes flickered at each other, the two thought of a just right reason for the abnormal heartbeat rhythm.
I got sick again—Cheng Lang.
I'm so nervous about who is here——Xu Qiao.
Then one looked away to the left, and the other looked away to the right.
Xu Qiaofei blinked her eyes quickly, trying to filter out the images lingering in her mind - this dog man's face is really impeccable, he is rich and looks decent, no wonder he wants to date her so confidently.
Cheng Lang forced himself to ignore the existence of his hands and feet, covering up the stiffness of his limbs and the slight tremors of his bones and joints—bear it, push her away one more time, and she would probably send him to the crematorium in advance.
The clicking sound of men's leather shoes goes from far to near, and from near to far.
The two breathed a sigh of relief, and finally freed themselves from the close-to-hugging posture.
It's a pity that as soon as Cheng Lang retreated, he was called "Mr. Lang" and all previous efforts were wasted.
"It's really you? It's so strange, our Mr. Lang actually descended to this kind of corner." Everyone in Jiang Fang walked to the side of the sports car, and felt that he saw a very familiar figure from the back just now, so he turned back and looked at it again. glance.
Xu Qiao heard it, this is the young man who called her gourd baby when he saw her last time at Muse!
Cheng Lang hid the person behind him, straightened the skirt of his suit, and said seriously, "You can take my sister home, but I can't?"
Jiang Fang showed an expression of enlightenment, and after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. This man was still concerned about Xu's family half an hour ago, and he glanced behind him suspiciously: "Hiss, your sister is so shy, can't she just happen to be named Xu? "
Xu Qiao ducked behind the pillar and stomped silently.
Get to the bottom of it, there is no end!
Cheng Lang turned his head to look at her halfway, and used rambunctious words to cover up: "Does that girl know how to write the word shy?"
Xu Qiao: "..."
"That's right, hey, our Lang always has a good sister from Haitang, how can we just take a scoop."
Xu Qiao: "..."
Cheng Lang closed his eyes. Not getting this glib guy into the car in the first place was the biggest mistake he made in decision-making over the years in the mall.
"Drive away within three seconds," he pointed to Jiang Fang's car, "There is still room for discussion on the cooperation between Lanchen and Langxin next year."
Jiang Fang was taken aback.
"three."
"No, what did I say wrong?"
"two."
"Fuck, really?"
"one."
Jiang Fang drove the car and stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out like a rocket.
Cheng Lang remained silent for a moment, as if nothing had happened, turned around to face Xu Qiao, raised his chin to signal to go in: "Let's go."
Xu Qiao compared him to "five": "Mr. Lang stopped, and all the good sisters in Haitang will send them off one by one. I'm really worried that you won't be enough for a long night." After speaking, she nodded to him and turned to leave.
Cheng Lang watched her enter the elevator angrily and amusedly, looked up at the sky of the long night, and sighed.
Some people look glamorous and romantic on the surface, but in fact they don't even have a younger sister behind their backs.
—
The apartment arranged by Cheng Lang is a medium-sized apartment with three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, two bathrooms, and a balcony. Because the decoration style is quite official, it really looks more like a staff dormitory, rather than the "golden house" in Jinwuzangjiao.
As soon as Xu Qiao entered the door, she saw that the dining table in the living room was full of dishes, most of which were fresh seafood at a glance.
The aunt came out with a steaming dish: "Miss Yu, I don't know what you like to eat, so I made some of all kinds. Xiao Cheng always said that you are from Nancheng and grew up by the sea, so I prepared more A few seafood dishes."
Xu Qiao smelled the familiar seafood. She didn't know whether she was hungry or what, her eyes were a little sour, and she stood in the hallway without moving.
The aunt tentatively said: "Is it not to your liking? Then I will..."
"No, it's fine," she interrupted, entering the room, "Auntie, what's your last name?"
"My surname is Zhou." Aunt Zhou laughed. "In the future, if you need anything, please call me anytime. I will live near here."
Xu Qiao nodded, washed her hands and went to the table, stared blankly for a while, then moved her chopsticks.
I don't know if it's this Aunt Zhou's ingenuity, or Cheng Lang's explanation. A table of seafood hardly needs her laborious lazy way. The fish was picked up with chopsticks, and the meat fell off with a rustle.
A while ago, she mostly ate out fast food in Milan, so she was unavoidably a little unaccustomed to it. Now that she ate authentic Chinese food, it was all her favorite. It was the first time since Xu Qiao had an accident at home that she really developed an appetite.
Just thinking of Milan, unfortunately, Yu Jin's call interrupted the dinner.
When Xu Qiao saw the caller ID, her mood was a bit complicated.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling of emptiness in her heart.
Just like when her father left, he took the initiative to entrust the most important thing to her to Cheng Lang, as if everyone could be easily "handled" by Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang is a person who rejects her thousands of miles when he doesn't want her, and uses all means when he wants her. Now she has nothing, and where to go seems to be all in his mind.
When the phone was about to die, Xu Qiao picked it up: "Hello."
"Qiao, did he have a showdown with you?"
Xu Qiao responded with a muffled "hmm".
"Qiao, I'm sorry. No matter how touching the process of persuading me, I have to apologize to you for my decision."
"It's okay." Xu Qiao's fingers unconsciously scribbled something on the table, "He's so powerful, everyone can't stand it."
"Qiao, I know you must be uncomfortable, you can get angry with me."
"No need, I'm done angering him." Xu Qiao shrugged.
Yu Jin said silently: "Then listen to me about a proposal. I kept an eye out for negotiating with him and shared the shares of the studio with him equally. I mean, if you think he is bullying you, I can Transfer half of the shares in my hand to you... "
Xu Qiao was taken aback.
"In this way, you and him are on an equal footing, and both are the bosses of the studio..."
"No," Xu Qiao interrupted her, "The studio will have nothing to do with you, and I don't have the financial ability to afford the shares in your hand now."
Yu Jin laughed: "Without Cheng Lang and you, this studio wouldn't have started to operate again. It's just an idle thing to me. As for the money issue, don't worry, I'll transfer the shares to you first. Just return it to me after you generate income."
Xu Qiao shook her head: "You keep an abandoned studio until now, which means that it is not an idle thing for you, but your original intention to enter the jewelry industry. I also came from a jewelry design background. I also know how important the original intention is to an artist, I will not take this studio away. And for me, since I decided to start over, I can’t go on the road in debt.”
"But you and Cheng Lang..."
"It's okay," Xu Qiao snorted and regained her vitality, "I won't be bullied by him."
"So you decided to stay?"
To be honest, she hadn't made a decision before Yu Jin's phone call. From the moment she saw Cheng Lang in the studio, she was overwhelmed by confusion and anger.
But after the law firm learned the truth about the contract and heard Yu Jin's proposal about shares at this moment, she found that things might not be as bad as she thought at first.
Cheng Lang is such a shrewd businessman. If he didn't want to, Yu Jin would never have the opportunity to work with him behind his back.
So this five-five-five shareholding is Cheng Lang's tacit consent for her to keep her mind.
That means, at least he didn't intend to restrain her in the workplace.
In this case, if she turned around and left just because he held half of the shares in his hand, and gave up the development opportunity Yujin provided her, wouldn't she be a child with a temper and suffer a lot
What's more, Cheng Lang said that he would not spend more than three hours a week in the studio.
Seven days add up to only three hours, what can he do to her
After a moment of silence, Xu Qiao nodded: "I have decided, I will work hard in Berg, you just wait for my debut work!"
—
When Xu Qiao put down the phone, she thought confidently that she must get up early tomorrow morning, sign the contract, and then turn into a hardworking bee to buzz in the studio.
As a result, the ideal was full, but the reality was very skinny. Seventeen or eighteen alarm clocks didn't wake her up. When she woke up naturally, it was already past twelve noon.
This cannot be blamed on Xu Qiao's slack. It is true that China is seven hours faster than Milan. She clutched her handkerchief all night, tossing and turning in the sober state of "I can't sleep, I'm not sleepy at all", until six o'clock in the morning.
Xu Qiao sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes, picked up the phone and looked, there were no new text messages, no missed calls - no one urged her? Is she a new talent too insignificant
She called Lin Bai and asked her to arrange a vehicle, then got up to wash and put on makeup, and when she arrived at the studio, the first thing she asked the front desk girl was: "Is the boss there?"
The little girl replied: "The boss is not here, but the boss heard that you decided to come to sign the contract, and sent an assistant over here. He just arrived."
Xu Qiao nodded and walked up to the third floor.
Lin Bai deliberately waited for her at the stairs, and told her, "The boss's assistant's surname is Gao."
Xu Qiaoxin said that she knew Gao Rui, she was very familiar with it, but she couldn't say it clearly.
Yesterday, she had a detailed look at the situation of the studio members with Yu Jin, and learned that these people were not "subordinates" arranged by Cheng Lang, but serious employees. It was newly recruited a while ago.
So now it's like a private interview with Weifu, and it's hard to reveal her relationship with a certain "big shot".
Ah bah, they have nothing to do with each other!
Xu Qiao gave Lin Bai a reassuring gesture, telling her to go downstairs, and then walked into the office.
The boss chair was empty, so Gao Rui didn't dare to sit in it. When he saw her, he happily got up from the sofa chair beside him and asked her to sit on the boss chair to sign the contract.
Xu Qiao glanced at the mighty boss chair with distaste: "No, it stinks." I posted Cheng Lang yesterday, and felt that after taking a shower, I still had the lingering smell of woody perfume on my body.
"..." Gao Rui didn't force her, waited for her to fill in the contract information, and chatted with her, "Xiao Cheng always wanted to come over to sign the contract with you in person, but there are too many things to go away. I have been busy all morning. I haven't eaten any food yet."
Xu Qiao glanced at him: "I didn't eat it either."
"Oh," Gao Rui said with a sinful expression on his face, "Didn't you ask Aunt Zhou to cook you lunch? Aunt Zhou didn't know your habits and was afraid of disturbing you, so she didn't come here without permission. Then I'll call you now Let's eat."
"What do other people in the studio usually eat?"
"It's also a meal order. It's only 20 or 30 yuan for a boxed meal. The place here is remote, and there are few restaurants nearby. Usually, they are booked in advance as a group."
"Then make an exception and order me a meal today, and order mine from tomorrow."
"That boxed lunch... are you used to it?"
Xu Qiao pouted.
Of course I'm not used to it. But today is different from the past, you can't swell your face to pretend to be fat, pretend to be rich every day if you don't have money. She didn't even know that she owed Yujin to pay it off in the year of the monkey.
The seafood dinner last night should become her spiritual comfort for every boxed lunch in the future.
She nodded vigorously: "I can do it!"
Gao Rui wiped away the sad tears for her, saying that what makes people mature is not the years, but the experiences, and turned around to report to Cheng Lang.
After Xu Qiao signed the contract, she ate a few mouthfuls of food in her own small independent office on the second floor, and then went into the studio, and chose a tree scene sketch by the French window.
Today is a sunny day, and the lighting in this room is good, and the conditions are more comfortable than those in Milan. She didn't even start to feel tired, and the sun was already setting outside.
Then, as she was drawing and drawing, there was an extra Bentley in the treescape - if she remembered correctly, besides the overly high-profile Zeppelin, Cheng Lang seemed to have a slightly less conspicuous Bentley.
At the same time, Lin Bai knocked on the studio door: "Miss Yu, get off work early today."
"What's the matter?" She stopped writing, and asked with a premonition.
"The boss said to welcome the newcomers today, and bring our whole studio to the city for dinner!"
"..." It's a very down-to-earth statement, and only those who don't know Cheng Lang's real background can give him such a pyrotechnic word.
Xu Qiao's apple muscles twitched, and she turned her head to look out the French window at the man who got down from the back seat of the Bentley.
Cheng Lang glanced at her on the second floor and looked up.
She got up and gestured to him, making seven with one hand and three with the other—it was agreed that he would only appear for three hours seven days a week
Cheng Lang seemed to smile, and gave her a hand gesture, with a seven in one hand and a one in the other, meaning—yesterday was Sunday, today is Monday, and a new week has started again.