Cheng Lang was quiet for a few seconds, and then asked, "Don't remember?"
"Ah, what should I remember?" Xu Qiao plucked her hair in distress.
Although Cheng Lang couldn't see her expressions and movements now, she had to perform the details in order to make her voice sound like that.
"It's nothing, just forget it." Cheng Lang smiled.
If it wasn't for last night's last errand mistake, who would let him forget about it? Xu Qiao scratched the air unwillingly: "What's the matter? Tell me clearly."
"Last night, I heard that you bought wine and went home. I was worried that you were drinking alone. I came to see you."
"I actually opened the door for you?" Xu Qiao pretended to be surprised.
"No, I opened it myself. Assistant Gao has a spare key."
Xu Qiao blinked slightly.
Although this man was flamboyant, he didn't take advantage of her "amnesia" to make up random things, so he was flirtatiously aboveboard.
She reluctantly accepted his words: "Then let's forget about the special circumstances last night. From today onwards, I will confiscate Gao Tezhu's backup key."
"It's been confiscated." Probably because he was laughing, Cheng Lang's voice sounded a bit like the gentleness when they first met, "I thought about it carefully, although I think I'm trustworthy, but from your standpoint, this It is indeed unfair, and an oolong like last night can easily cause misunderstandings, so I have already handed over the backup key to Aunt Zhou. If similar things happen in the future, I will let Aunt Zhou come over and take a look. Do you think this is okay? ?”
He actually knew to talk to her in a questioning tone, what made this dog man sensible overnight? Could it be her stunning beauty
Xu Qiao drooped the corners of her mouth, opened the skirt of her bathrobe and took a look inside—it was quite beautiful, no wonder the dog's mouth was spitting out ivory.
It's a pity that Cheng Lang handled things so well that she couldn't find any faults.
She has grown up so much that she has never been seen by a man. She has taken advantage of him, and she still wants to pick some bones out of the egg and get some interest back from him.
"Speak." Cheng Lang urged with a smile.
Why is he smiling every word today
Xu Qiao found the fault: "Why do you keep laughing? You laugh so hard."
Cheng Lang seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "Oh, a big project at hand made some progress yesterday, so I'm in a good mood."
"..." This big project will not be "Large Hunting Project: Did Xu Qiao sleep until today"
The "thunder-like" coquettish words played in the ear again.
Xu Qiao rubbed her hot ears, and planned to sneak away: "I have to get up for work, so I won't chat with you anymore, and don't worry about anything serious, just call me in the future!"
Cheng Lang agreed: "I also feel that sometimes it is unnecessary to call, but my mobile phone cannot send you text messages so far."
"..." Is there such a way to ask for the release of the blacklist
"You mean to blame me?" Xu Qiao raised her hips.
"I'm just stating objective facts."
"Then if you can send text messages, you won't call me every now and then, will you?"
"Theoretically so."
"In practice, it must be! I'm going to start working seriously, how can I have the time to scold you every day?"
"Okay, I won't bother you during working hours."
"Okay," Xu Qiao said in a "then you put your resume here, go back and wait for the interview notification", "then you hang up the phone, go back and wait for the blacklist!"
In the office on the 62nd floor of Lanchen Group headquarters, Gao Rui saw Cheng Lang showing seven dog-abusing smiles in just a few minutes, and even after hanging up the phone, he was still throwing out exclusive dog food that only special assistants can enjoy—
"Why is she so violent?" Cheng Lang asked him.
Gao Rui automatically translated this sentence in his mind, and replied: "Maybe he grew up eating cute food."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Did I say she is cute?"
As far as your tone of derogation and praise is concerned, do I still need to analyze for you how much the corners of your mouth are raised and how much spring is in your eyes when you say you are rude
"Oh, then I misunderstood." Gao Rui said "whatever you like," Gao Rui said, "Dr. Song has arrived and is waiting at the door. Shall I invite you in?"
Cheng Lang regained his composure, nodded, got up and sat on the sofa.
Song Mian came in and gave him a routine blood pressure and heart rate check, took off the stethoscope and said, "You said you have a high frequency of attacks these two days?"
Cheng Lang nodded.
"But there is no abnormality in the signs."
"you mean?"
"Frequent illnesses, but no abnormal signs, shows that your body is slowly adapting to the onset process. This is a good sign." Song Mian pondered for a moment, "Excuse me, do you have any similarities between the two recent episodes?"
Cheng Lang recalled covering for Xu Qiao downstairs in the apartment building and rubbing Xu Qiao's forehead in the bathroom. He briefly summed it up: "It's all occasional emergencies. I took some emergency actions without thinking."
"In other words, you took the initiative?"
"yes."
"Are there any special details in the course of the disease?"
"The previous time, I refrained from responding to stress after confirming the onset. The latter time, I didn't feel the abnormal symptoms at the first time, but felt uncomfortable after realizing that I was in physical contact with the other party."
Song Mian nodded: "This is a very big improvement. You can forget that you are a patient in some moments, which means that in these few moments, there are more important things for you to do."
"Important?" Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, it's important. Heart disease depends on heart medicine. When these moments become more and more important in your heart, your illness will become more and more controllable. The process of your desensitization is actually the process of falling in love. That's right. To be blunt, based on your description, I think you have fallen in love with each other."
Cheng Lang raised his eyelids and frowned: "Can a doctor declare a 'death date' to a patient at will without the patient actively asking?"
Song Mian laughed: "You are serious, then forget what I just said."
Cheng Lang clasped his hands, blinked slowly, and after a long silence, said with a reluctant but helpless smile: "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."
The phone vibrated from the coffee table, interrupting their conversation.
Cheng Lang glanced at the screen, and his originally light gaze became a little more intense.
That was Xu Qiao's first text message to him in so long: "Why is there a bag on my forehead???"
—
Xu Qiao discovered that she had horns on her forehead while washing her hands.
The situation was a bit chaotic last night. Although Cheng Lang rubbed her for the first time, both of them were distracted by other things later, and they still didn't rub it thoroughly.
Of course Xu Qiao felt that this should be just an ordinary bruise, and there was no need to negotiate with Cheng Lang, but she had to do a full set of acting, if she didn't ask this question, she would be revealing.
So she deliberately put three question marks to strengthen the questioning tone, to prove that she really didn't remember anything.
Cheng Lang replied quickly: "You accidentally hit the wall last night. What kind of bag, take a photo and I'll show it to the doctor."
Xu Qiao: "No, it's so troublesome."
Cheng Lang: "Be obedient."
"..." Xu Qiao shook her hand holding the phone.
Let the pictures be taken, why are you talking so ambiguously!
She put on a cute little hair tie in front of the bathroom mirror, exposing her forehead. When taking pictures with her mobile phone, she found that the hair tie was easy to get into the mirror, so she took it off unsatisfactorily and replaced it with a more mature clip Adjust to a forty-five-degree angle to look up at the sad angle of the sky, and click one.
After looking at the photo carefully, why is the hair on the forehead a little oily
Oh, I was supposed to wash my hair after taking a bath last night, but an unexpected guest interrupted the plan.
Alas, although Cheng Lang's impression of her is not that important, but posting such a sloppy photo, isn't it a little sorry for his appearance
Bright enough, PS to make up. Xu Qiao opened a beauty software, and started a brisk and superb professional operation. She didn't send a MMS to Cheng Lang until every strand of hair looked soft and fluffy.
Three seconds later, Cheng Lang replied: "..."
"can not see."
Xu Qiao was taken aback, and clicked on the big picture again.
"..." Why accidentally dropped the bag to P!
With all her anger, she clattered and typed: "The light at home is not good! The front camera of the mobile phone has low pixels! It's just like this!"
Cheng Lang: "I didn't say it was your problem."
Cheng Lang: "Then I'll ask the doctor to come over."
—
Xu Qiao really hated seeing a doctor, but because she refused to admit that she had excessive P pictures, she could only bite the bullet and accept this interview.
The plan to go to work was delayed. After eating the lunch prepared by Aunt Zhou at home, she waited for the doctor to come.
Cheng Lang said that he had a meeting in the afternoon, and he couldn't leave for the time being. The doctor came over alone in a while, asked her to identify someone before opening the door, and sent her a doctor's professional one-inch photo.
Xu Qiao looked at the photo and remembered that when there was no accident at home, this was the same person who checked her scalp at the hotel before. It seemed that her surname was Song. Because she was pretty and had a gentle personality, so she Made some impressions.
The place here is remote, not a new-style high-end apartment, no video system connected, when the doorbell rang, Xu Qiao listened to Cheng Lang, first confirmed the visitor through the door mirror, and then opened the door: "Doctor Song?"
Song Mian's eyes froze at the moment the door opened, and then he regained his composure and said, "It's me, President Xiao Cheng ordered me to come here."
Xu Qiao blinked strangely.
Speaking of which, the last time Dr. Song saw her, he seemed to have this strange reaction as if he knew her.
She rubbed her nose, inexplicably feeling a little uncertain in her heart. After inviting the person in, she pointed to the door: "Can I open the door?"
Song Mian hesitated for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "Of course."
Xu Qiao didn't take Song Mian to the sofa, but stopped by the dining table.
Song Mian also seemed to be able to wink, put down the medicine box nearby, told her to sit down, then put on rubber gloves like last time, brushed the broken hair from her forehead to check, and asked, "When did you hit me?"
"last night."
"Did you rub it when you hit it?"
As soon as Xu Qiao said "kneaded", she suddenly reined in the precipice.
This is Cheng Lang's man. She is losing her memory and can't wear clothes.
She said vaguely, "I don't remember."
"Don't remember?" Song Mian's expression became serious.
"Ah," Xu Qiao guessed that he had misunderstood, "it probably didn't hurt my brain, it's because I drank too much last night..."
Song Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well... You can ask Cheng Lang if you haven't rubbed it before." Xu Qiao said a little embarrassedly.
"Is he there?"
Xu Qiao nodded.
Song Mian seemed to think of something, and suddenly became dazed.
"Doctor Song?"
He came back to his senses: "I think he should have been rubbed by you."
Xu Qiao was stunned: "You doctors are so powerful, can you know this by 'thinking'?"
Of course it was unexpected at first, but combined with the "emergency action" mentioned by Cheng Lang at noon, it is not difficult to guess.
Song Mian took it with a smile, did not answer the question directly, and let go of his hands: "Are there any other adverse reactions? Such as dizziness, nausea?"
"No."
"Then it's not a big problem. It's just a local hematoma. No medicine is needed. Cold compress within seventy-two hours, and hot compress after seventy-two hours." Seeing that Xu Qiao didn't seem to understand these common senses, he added, "Ice packs are used for cold compresses. Use hot towels for hot compresses, there is no limit to the number of times these operations can be performed, but you have to be careful not to take too long each time, so as not to frostbite or burn yourself.”
"Sounds so complicated, isn't it enough?" She frowned.
"If you find it troublesome, it will heal naturally, but it will take longer. You can ask someone to apply it for you," Song Mian said, looking around, "Is there no aunt taking care of you now?"
"There is..."
Xu Qiao was stunned halfway through the answer.
What is "'now' no aunt is taking care of you?" He said it as if he knew that she was originally a daughter surrounded by stars.
Xu Qiao looked suspicious: "How do you know that I was taken care of by my aunt before? You know me?"
Song Mian looked away from her face: "Guess, I met you once in Audreyden before, and ordinary people should not be able to stay in that hotel."
"If this is the case, then you should be sure that I have hired an aunt by my side. Why do you ask more about the sentence just now?"
The "now" he said subconsciously was completely a reaction to understanding the changes in her family and the recent situation.
Song Mian paused when he was packing the medicine box, fell silent, and let out a deep breath: "I'm sorry, Miss Xu, I have indeed heard of you."
If you know it, you will know it. What a big deal, why lie
Xu Qiao frowned briefly: "What's your full name?"
Song Mian picked up the finished medicine box and walked out: "I should go, Miss Xu."
"Leave your name before leaving." Xu Qiao stood up, "If you don't tell me now, I can ask Cheng Lang back, and the result will be the same."
With his back to her, Song Mian froze at the entrance. After a long silence, he turned around and said, "Song Mian." Then he hurried away.
Xu Qiao was stunned.
Song Mian...
Song Mian
A distant and vague memory, with the smell of green grass in the summer many years ago, broke into her mind piecemeal.