The reason why Xu Qiao is in high spirits tonight is that apart from the stimulating effect of alcohol, there is another reason—although the decoration of this apartment looks formulaic, Xu Qianjin, who always knows how to enjoy life, discovered a unique way.
For example, in the bathroom she is in now, the brightness of the wall lamps on all sides can be adjusted. If the wall lamps are turned to the darkest and the spotlights directly above the bathtub are lit, it can create a high-light stage effect.
A single bath song was repeated seven or eight times. Xu Qiao sang thirsty, stopped her voice, raised her goblet, drank one red and one white wine in one gulp, and put the wine glass on the table with drunken eyes. On the edge of the bathtub, straightened up, one shoulder leaned forward, with a Marilyn Monroe look, and threw a wink at the misty mirror in the bathroom.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in this world?"
After asking, he turned around 180 degrees in the foam-covered pool, picked up a bunch of red rose petals, and changed his tone and tone: "Of course it's you, honorable Princess Qiao."
Xu Qiao lowered her head contentedly, admiring herself for a moment under the high light, and raised the rose petals in her palm upwards with a feeling of regret that "I don't know who has the honor to see such a beautiful scenery".
There was a clear "pop", and the goblet on the edge of the bathtub was knocked off by her arm, and it fell to pieces.
Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment, but before she could lean over to see the tragedy of the wine glass, she suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, and with the rain of roses falling from her head, the bathroom door was unscrewed with a click, and someone rushed in eagerly.
Xu Qiao raised her head, her mouth half-opened, and she froze.
Cheng Lang panted, and slammed on the door—
The bathtub, the foam, the roses, the beauties in the bath water, the ecstasy from above.
Bright white, bright red, dazzling undulations.
If the trembling frequency of the human soul can be accurately captured and calculated, the data of a man at this moment should have already approached the limit value.
The rose that fell on Xu Qiao's shoulder was shaken by the wind brought in by Cheng Lang, and after shaking, it slid down silently along her shoulder line.
Xu Qiao woke up suddenly, her drunken eyes slowly finished focusing: "Ah—"
Cheng Lang turned his back quickly, and Xu Qiao turned around at the same time, slipped while hiding, and bumped his head against the tile wall.
After an astonishingly heavy and muffled sound of "bang", she instantly curled up into a ball.
Cheng Lang turned his head in surprise, stepped forward and knelt down: "Where did you hit?"
Xu Qiao covered her head tightly, bowed like a ripe shrimp, and moaned intermittently from her mouth.
Cheng Lang held the back of her head, opened her hand, and rubbed her forehead with his palm: "Is it here?"
Xu Qiao was hit so badly that she couldn't find her way, her head went blank and she forgot about the situation at the moment, she just yelled "Aches, aches, aches", and hid his hands with tears in her eyes.
"Don't move, you have to rub it away, or you will get bruises." Cheng Lang kept rubbing his hands for a while, and suddenly realized something, hesitated and slowed down, staring blankly at the person who was covering Xu Qiao's forehead hand.
The belated sense of suffocation and oppression followed, and he let go of her uncontrollably as if he was being burned.
Xu Qiao then came back to her senses, hurriedly picked up the bath towel hanging on the wall to wrap herself, panting and looked at him in surprise.
Cheng Lang got up quickly before she exploded into a ball of brilliant fireworks, rolled his eyes and said, "You get dressed first." Then he hurried out of the bathroom and closed the door for her.
Xu Qiao's brain, dulled by alcohol, finally found the precise cry at this moment: "Pervert! You are a pervert!"
Cheng Lang walked to the living room, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, bowed his back and supported the edge of the dining table in the living room to calm his breath. Pao came out angrily, holding an empty wine bottle to prevent wolf.
He tugged on his bow tie, managed to breathe, and raised his hands in surrender: "Listen to my explanation."
Xu Qiao weighed the wine bottle in his hand, and raised his chin: "Okay, you say it." He probably meant that if he said a wrong sentence, he would treat his head like a baseball in the next second.
"The driver said that you bought a lot of wine and went home. I was worried. I called you and no one answered after more than a dozen calls. I thought something happened to you."
"When I rushed over, I saw clothes scattered all over the floor in the living room, and wine bottles scattered all over the place. I was about to call you when I heard the sound of glass breaking from the bathroom, so I opened the door directly because I was anxious."
Xu Qiao swayed into Jiu's head, holding his temples, thinking about the logic behind these words.
"You can check the missed calls on your phone," Cheng Lang added.
"Wait." Xu Qiao put the bottle aside, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of clothes in the living room to find the phone.
Cheng Lang's gaze from top to bottom fell on the skirt of her bathrobe and then left. He turned his head away, pulled the tie looser, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Because she was not sober, it took Xu Qiao two minutes to look away from the phone screen, and then, as if remembering something, she held the bottle again: "Wait a minute, then how did you get in?"
Cheng Lang choked, and seemed to be trying to find a loophole in the thinking of a half-drunk woman: "The bathroom door is not locked."
"Don't change the concept secretly!" Xu Qiao glared at him fiercely, "I said the door of the entrance!"
"It was opened with the... backup key."
"Didn't you say you don't have it there?" The wine bottle in Xu Qiao's hand was already about to move.
"Yes, I really don't have one here," Cheng Lang nodded, "At Gao Rui's place, Assistant Gao has a backup key."
So eloquent, why didn't he talk about cross talk debut
Xu Qiao questioned: "Tell me, the key is in his hands and in your hands, what is the essential difference?"
"Of course there is. Special Assistant Gao is an adult with an independent personality. If his boss intends to break into a woman's house illegally, he will definitely stop it, unless it is a situation of urgent power like today. "
Gao Rui, who had just arrived at the door, paused: Why didn't I know that I still had an independent personality...
Gao Rui gently approached the door that Cheng Lang forgot to close, poked his head through the crack of the door, and saw his boss standing upright with his hands raised in surrender, while Xu Qiao's face on the opposite side gradually showed a trace of "Is that so?" bewildered.
Cheng Lang turned around as if aware of it, and gave the sneaky Gao Ruifei a sharp look.
Gao Rui immediately closed the door tightly.
Inside the house, the alcohol was belatedly doing its job.
Xu Qiao couldn't think anymore, raised her hand and tapped her sore temple, twisted her face and said: "Let you go first, and I will scold you when I figure it out..."
Cheng Lang took away the wine bottle from Xu Qiao's hand with a funny face, put it in a safe place, and picked up his sweaty shirt on the back: "You go to the sofa and rest, and let me use the bathroom."
Xu Qiao waved her hand in disgust to signal him to go, and slumped down on the sofa wearily. When the continuous sound of water came from the bathroom, she suddenly thought of something and took a nervous breath.
—
A quarter of an hour later, when Cheng Lang came out, he saw Xu Qiao's face was a little redder than before.
She stared at him, with a little pride in discovering the secret, and in an abnormal drunkenness, she hugged the pillow in her arms and said: "I can't see it, so Xiao Cheng is always so fast..."
"..." Cheng Lang was silent for a moment before he understood what she meant, and looked at her incredulously, "Don't talk nonsense, you drank too much."
"I'm awake!" Xu Qiao pointed to the clock on the wall, "I've figured it out, you only have five minutes!"
This is alcohol completely on the brain.
Cheng Lang tilted his head to confirm the time: "You're drunk, it's fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes is not long, are you still proud?"
"No, wait a minute," Cheng Lang felt that he had drunk too much wine at the banquet tonight, and he was able to refute the wrong point, "The problem is that I didn't..."
"You have, you have! Do you dare to say that you didn't feel anything just now?"
It's one thing to have a feeling, but it's not so unbearable that you have to solve it with her through a door.
Just as Cheng Lang opened his mouth to explain, Xu Qiao snorted coldly and grabbed the skirt of his clothes, angrily accusing him: "You want to be good when you get a bargain!"
Being drunk is amazing, you can say anything, and you can't get angry.
Cheng Lang took two deep breaths, gave up arguing with her, and asked, "Do you remember when you're drunk?"
"Ah?" Xu Qiao blinked, as if she didn't understand.
"I mean, can you remember our conversation the next day?"
"Probably, maybe, maybe?" Xu Qiao tilted her head and answered uncertainly.
"Then pretend you won't remember." Cheng Lang stepped forward, leaned over with his hands on the back of the sofa, and whispered in her ear, "Whether it's fast or not, I should let you know in the future."
Xu Qiao stared at him in a daze, and let out an unexplained belch.
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Whether it’s fast or not, I’ll let you know in the future—Xu Qiao woke up at noon the next day, thinking about these words.
What followed was a complete memory from Cheng Lang breaking in, to the end when he drove her back to her room to sleep.
Xu Qiao clasped her head with both hands, and uttered a desperate expression: "Oh, my Jade Emperor Nanhai Guanyin Sakyamuni..."
What shameful things did she say!
Cheng Lang even chatted with her!
And, and...
The words she didn't understand when she was half-drunk and half-awake last night became a heavy hammer hitting her ears at this moment, shaking her dizzy.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
let you know let you know let you know
Xu Qiao held her heart tightly and thumped faster and faster, as if she was about to flap her wings and fly away from the heart of her body.
Reason told her that this sentence constituted verbal sexual harassment.
But this heartbeat just couldn't stop the car like when I smelled 30 million exhaust fumes at the Xinglinwan toll station.
"Damn dog man! Go away!" Xu Qiao picked up the pillow and smashed it against the innocent wall.
As soon as the voice fell, the phone vibrated.
The incoming call showed a landline number, and Xu Qiao vaguely remembered that it was Cheng Lang's office number.
She covered her hot cheeks and shook her head desperately.
No, I can't pick it up, how embarrassing it is!
When the ringtone is full, the phone hangs up automatically.
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard the second, third...
On the fourth call, she pressed the answer button without tears, and said weakly: "Hello?"
"Are you awake?" Cheng Lang's voice sounded innocent.
Maybe it's because, before he flirted with her last night, she was the one who started the fire first.
It's her fault.
"Hmm—" Xu Qiao answered him with a guilty voice drawn out.
"Then get up, wash your face, and drink the hangover soup. Aunt Zhou warms it up and puts it in the kitchen."
Why does this man speak in such a natural tone, does he really think that she is drunk and doesn't remember anything
Yes, she just doesn't remember!
Xu Qiao cleared her throat and regained her composure: "Ah? How do you know I drank last night?"