Xu Qiao wanted to refuse to attend Cheng Lang's perverted smile that seemed to say "little girl, you are still a little tender".
But the rest of the five people in the studio have already assembled, happily got into the business car, and said "Miss Tuo Yu's blessing". I can pack up my painting tools and go downstairs.
After an hour's drive, when Xu Qiao walked into a French restaurant hidden deep in the alley of Beicheng, where no one was present, she had to admit that this man deserved to have a good sister with good aesthetic taste. Not bad at all.
Walking through the deep and simple oriental alleys, all you can see are the medieval murals and silver candles, knives and forks. The unreality of time and space reversed.
And girls usually call this sense of unreality: romance.
However, is there really a workplace dinner party that comes to this kind of dating sanctuary to book out
She hasn't been to work, don't lie to her.
The reaction of the three ladies in the commercial vehicle after getting off gave Xu Qiao the answer—
Lin Bai stared blankly with his mouth open.
Su Shan, the little girl at the front desk, is directly disabled in her mother tongue, speaking in a Korean drama accent: "Oh Mo, oh Mo..."
Craftsman Rosa pushed Su Shan, telling her not to be ashamed as if she had never seen the world, but after she finished speaking, she couldn't help puffing out her chest and tucking in her abdomen, and put on a dignified posture to welcome the big scene.
When they entered the dining room, they saw the tall tower candlestick burning together on the round table in the center of the hall, and the other two men couldn't help whispering: "Are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place?"
Shouldn't the staff dinner be a hot pot barbecue stall, karaoke and card games? How did you start the candlelight dinner
"That's right." A male voice sounded behind everyone.
The waiter immediately opened the honorable seat.
Cheng Lang stepped forward, unbuttoned his suit, sat down and raised his hands: "Sit down."
Everyone was suffocated by the strange atmosphere and the boss' posture, and they didn't move - mainly because no one dared to sit next to Cheng Lang.
Only Xu Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth, and was about to walk to the seat far away from Cheng Lang, but saw him pointing his index finger to his right hand: "Miss Yu is the guest of honor today."
The chair of the guest of honor was pulled away by the waiter.
Everyone looked at Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao sat down with an "ok, fine" face, and the others took their seats one after another.
Cheng Lang smiled: "Let me introduce myself, my surname is Cheng, and I am one of the partners of this studio."
"Hello, Mr. Cheng!" Everyone nodded in unison with their backs straightened.
Cheng Lang smiled and gestured for everyone to be more casual.
Because of the unsociable silence, Xu Qiao covered her mouth and coughed, and yawned for the boring opening part.
Lin Bai suggested: "Mr. Cheng, let everyone introduce themselves?"
Cheng Lang nodded, tapped his knuckles on his right hand, and gave Xu Qiao a hint—listen.
Oh, it turned out that these scene words were prepared for her.
The five people introduced one round in turn, and Xu Qiao wrote down that, in addition to her assistant and the receptionist, there are currently three technical members in the studio, two jewelry craftsmen, one male and one female, and one male jewelry designer. division.
When it was Xu Qiao's turn, she was a little unaccustomed to the position of a newcomer in the workplace, cleared her throat, and said unnaturally: "Yu Li, Yu Yu, standing Li, is a new trainee jewelry designer, everyone... that, Take care."
Cheng Lang turned his head and curled the corners of his mouth.
What are you laughing at? Xu Qiao quietly kicked his leather shoes under the table.
Cheng Lang suppressed his smile, and said to everyone: "Miss Yu is an intern introduced by Mr. Yu. She has just graduated and is not as experienced as everyone here. If you are not thoughtful in the future, please bear with me."
Which intern with no background can be assigned as an assistant as soon as he joins the job, and sit directly as the guest of honor at the welcome dinner? Do you dare not accept this kind of role
Everyone happily responded: "Ah, of course. Everyone comes here like this!"
At the end of the opening, Cheng Lang nodded to the waiter to order food.
Everyone had a menu in their hands, staring blankly at the price column for a long time, shaking your eyebrows with me, biting your lip with you, no one dared to say anything first.
Xu Qiao didn't notice the strangeness of the crowd. It was past noon and she didn't eat well. When she saw the menu, her stomach growled, and all her colleagues blurred into the background. She turned her head and said to the waiter, "Let's have a meal first." Sparkling wine, tuna salad as a starter, then... Cherry foie gras, sea urchin with black truffle, fried snails in squid ink, Angus beef tenderloin, creamy lobster soup, soufflé for dessert, half sugar, and another serving branch… "
When everyone heard her name a dish, they frantically searched for the corresponding price on the price list, and when she slipped to the end, they raised their heads in astonishment.
Xu Qiao paused, slowly turned her head to look at Cheng Lang, and winked at him—did I order too much
Cheng Lang was looking down at the menu just now, and didn't pay attention to other people's reactions. He blinked and recalled her order. He didn't think anything was wrong, and raised his chin to her to signal to continue.
Xu Qiao was regarded as a bit hypocritical by everyone: "No need, just... let's do it."
Cheng Lang looked up at the other people who were nervous: "If you don't have any special ideas, how about one for Miss Yu?"
Everyone nodded their heads, and a thought vaguely crossed their minds—why do I feel like I'm sitting here as a decoration
Because Cheng Lang's social skills could handle this kind of situation with ease, when the food came, Xu Qiao almost didn't need to speak, and concentrated on eating the whole time.
Cheng Lang, on the other hand, had been busy talking with other people in order to provide her with a harmonious background for her meal, so as not to let the scene become cold. "I don't eat sweets, anyone want two?"
Who dares to raise their hands
Su Shan, the girl at the front desk, pointed at Xu Qiao with insight: "Miss Yu doesn't seem to be full yet."
"..." Xu Qiao, who had just finished a soufflé, froze for a moment.
She's really not a foodie, it's just that in the past twenty days compared with the past ten years, her life has been a bit miserable...
Cheng Lang logically pushed the dessert to the right and gave Su Shan a smile.
Su Shan didn't know if she read it wrong. There seemed to be a kind of appreciation in this smile, "Seeing that you are a talent, I will give you a salary increase someday".
Xu Qiao silently ate the second soufflé and glanced to the left.
Maybe it was the empty space in front of Cheng Lang, and the contrast between the two was so obvious that she finally felt a little bit embarrassed about eating alone, and asked, "Is Mr. Cheng full?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodded, and turned his head to look at her with a smile: "Even if you don't eat the pleasing French food, you can still feel full."
"..."
—
Because of this sentence, Xu Qiao went to the Cayenne as if fleeing after the show.
No, you can eat in French if you speak French, and you just stare at what I am doing! I am not French! Xu Qiao huddled in the corner of the back seat, feeling Cheng Lang's voice wafting everywhere in the car, and waved her hand vigorously.
The driver was taken aback: "Are there any mosquitoes, Miss Yu?"
"Isn't it?" Xu Qiao hugged herself, "It's still a water mosquito that is not afraid of waves, and only picks beautiful and delicious bites!"
The driver was surprised: "It's so cold that these mosquitoes can't be frozen to death, then I'll clean them up later."
Xu Qiao held her heart for not enough drumming and even rapped, calmed down for a moment, and let the driver set off.
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the car window.
She rolled down the car window: "what's the matter?"
Lin Bai laughed: "Are you going home now? Everyone has to go to the second party."
"What did President Cheng say?"
"No, Mr. Cheng just answered a call. He seems to be busy with business and has already left. Let's organize to sing K and drink by ourselves. Would you like to come with us?"
Xu Qiao could tell that these people were not very interested in French cuisine, and eating under Cheng Lang's nose was even more like sitting on pins and needles. It's normal to find down-to-earth fun now.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"It's in the area of Yujinfang."
Xu Qiao flinched slightly.
She hadn't had a drink for a long time, and she really wanted to have a drink, but when she heard about Yujinfang, a place full of old acquaintances, she retreated again.
She shook her head: "I'm not going, you guys can play."
"Then go home and have a good rest."
Xu Qiao nodded and asked the driver to drive back to the apartment, but the more she thought about it on the road, the more itchy she became.
Just now, I wanted the restaurant to spend on wine, but everyone felt uncomfortable, so I saved it for Cheng Lang, but her alcohol addiction was hooked by sparkling wine, and she felt a little uncomfortable if she didn't drink enough.
What's more, she has not reversed the jet lag, how can she survive the long night without anything to satisfy her cravings.
Xu Qiao touched her shriveled wallet, and reluctantly told the driver: "Stop by the winery in a while, and help me buy a few bottles of wine."
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Here Xu Qiao bought wine and went home to seek pleasure secretly, while Cheng Lang changed his way to Xifuhui there.
I just received a transoceanic call from my home in England, saying that several old friends of Mrs. Cheng had come to Beicheng and asked him to receive them. Because he is an elder and has grandpa's face, it is not easy to shirk, so he did not send Xu Qiao home in person, but came to accompany him first.
By the time the second meal was over, it was late at night, and Cheng Lang had two dinners in succession. He was a little tired of socializing tonight. After getting in the car, he rubbed his brows and began to close his eyes and rest, not bothering to talk.
The co-pilot, Gao Rui, sighed, thinking that he couldn't shirk the later dinner, but the previous one could obviously be saved.
In order to invite a person who is not willing to date alone with me to dinner, I invited a studio to have a dinner. It was really painstaking.
He asked, "Should I take you home directly?"
Cheng Lang said "hmm", and when the car was halfway through, he remembered something: "Ask Xu Qiao if he has gone home."
Gao Rui called Xu Qiao's driver and turned to report to him: "Miss Xu didn't go to Yujinfang with everyone, and she went home early, but the driver said that she bought a lot of wine on the way home."
Cheng Lang opened his eyes.
The little girl seems to like to drink when she is in a bad mood.
"Miss Xu is sensible now, and she doesn't go out to drink anymore," Gao Rui said, "Don't worry, nothing can go wrong at home."
"It's just because I'm at home that no one knows what happened." Cheng Lang took out his cell phone to make a call, remembering that the number was still on the blacklist, and asked Gao Rui to call for him.
Gao Rui made a call, but no one answered. He made two calls and three calls in succession, but got no response.
"There's nothing really wrong..." He was taken aback.
Cheng Lang frowned, and told the driver: "Turn around ahead." He took Gao Rui's cell phone and continued to dial.
In the sixteenth-floor apartment ten kilometers away, the door of the bathroom completely cut off the vibrating sound of the mobile phone.
Xu Qiao had a glass of white wine in her left hand and a glass of red wine in her right hand. She lay flushed in the bathtub full of bubbles and petals, and was admiring her beautiful arms and smooth skin. Oh oh oh oh! Put on the shower cap and sing and dance, oh oh oh oh! The mermaid—wanted to escape—”