An hour later, Xu Qiao watched helplessly as her small but well-appointed apartment turned into a large gaudy party venue.
Because she didn't want to go to a place like Xifuhui to attract people's attention, Jiang Fang had to ask someone to move the chess and card table, old man's chair, tea set, wine set, cup set, and fruit plate here.
Xu Qiao nodded in agreement after he repeatedly claimed that the apartment would be restored to its original state after the incident and that it would be cleaned spotlessly.
What can I do, she is holding her lifeline. If he turns his head and goes out and yells, saying that everyone should go to Xinglin Bay to see, Xu Qiao is living a miserable life now, he is too poor to buy a bag or jewelry, and the last few winter clothes he bought before bankruptcy are turned over and over again Wearing clothes all day long, hiding in a little-known jewelry studio to work all day and doing nothing—she had to vomit to death.
Sitting at the dining table in the living room, Cheng Lang glanced at Jiang Fang and Shen Dang, who were enthusiastically arranging the "battlefield" on the balcony, and looked at Xu Qiao's sagging little mouth opposite him: "I'll make you happy for a while, eat first." dinner."
Greeting two uninvited guests, the plan was disrupted, and he ordered the restaurant to deliver the dinner to his home. At this moment, the table was filled with fried and baked items limited to Christmas, as well as various cakes, puddings and biscuits.
The most arrogant one is the turkey in the middle, which is roasted golden brown and tender, and is strung on a steel pipe.
Seeing that Xu Qiao couldn't do anything with the chicken, Cheng Lang put on his gloves, held a table knife in each of his left and right hands, and pushed a plate of thinly sliced chicken in front of her within a few strokes.
Xu Qiao's attention was really diverted.
How could this man make such a nasty thing as "cutting into pieces" as elegant as playing the piano
Moreover, look at this skillful technique that seems to know the position of every bone in the turkey, and look at the chicken on the dinner plate that is evenly fat and thin, and the sauce is dripping meticulously...
A prince who stretches out his clothes and stretches out his hands to eat and opens his mouth to open his mouth, he can't do it for himself if he has cultivated his family to such an extent. Does he serve people like this every Christmas Eve
Change a good sister every year to share the turkey, this meat removal service is engaged in wholesale, right
Xu Qiao suddenly felt a sense of fullness, as if bubbles were boiling in her stomach.
"What?" Cheng Lang wiped his hands gently with a napkin, completely out of the channel.
Xu Qiao raised her chin, pointing to the chicken on the plate: "Xiao Cheng is very experienced."
"I have been abroad since I was fourteen, and Europe pays more attention to Christmas." Cheng Lang analyzed her overtones, not sure if she meant that, so he paused for a while before adding, "My mother loves turkey and I don't like hands-on, it was cultivated at home."
Xu Qiao became angry with a trace of embarrassment, and picked up a piece of chicken with a fork: "Why do you explain so much? Did I ask you? Just eat when you eat, what are you chatting about?"
"..."
From the balcony came a sentence of Jiang Fang's emotion: "From the sweet snowflake pear to the choking pepper, Mr. Lang's taste is really reform and opening up."
Xu Qiao looked sideways, and sparks appeared in her eyes.
Cheng Lang Xuxu pressed the desktop and stopped her: "Let him go back crying later."
"Things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups." They joked about women as accessories all day long, this is the virtue of their rich men, Xu Qiao glanced at him, "You are not much better, cry with him Let's go back."
Inadvertently making friends is indeed a taboo in life.
Cheng Lang shook his head, avoiding her sharpness: "If you don't chat while eating, why not talk about something serious?"
"Do you still have business in your mouth?"
"I haven't finished talking about the competition just now," Cheng Lang said in a tone of confirmation, "Did you tear up the design draft?"
"Am I a fool?" Xu Qiao puffed up her chest, "Why do you spoil yourself when you're angry?"
Cheng Lang nodded: "The deadline is zero, remember to submit the work on time after dinner."
"Oh." Although she really thought about giving up the game in a fit of anger, she still reluctantly brought home the USB flash drive with the scanned copy.
"This competition system is an online voting selection. I will not intervene. Maybe someone else will intervene. You should be mentally prepared."
Xu Qiao was stunned: "You mean, there are other contestants planning to shady?"
"I can't rule out this possibility." Cheng Lang laughed, "Do you want me to cheat you at this time?"
"No!" Xu Qiao shook her head sternly, and frowned after thinking for a while, "Hey, it's just a folk competition, why bother to make such a fuss? What if someone really made a trick to step me down? Do it?"
"I'm so pitiful, and that sapphire..." The more Xu Qiao thought about it, the more miserable she felt, her mouth slipped, "Can't the fat water flow to outsiders' fields?"
Cheng Lang paused with the knife and fork in his hand, moved closer to her, and asked in a low voice: "Where does the flow count as the wife's land?"
Xu Qiao trembled when he was asked, and the half-bitten cake almost fell to the ground. She collected herself, moved the chair and stool to the diagonally opposite side away from him: "Everywhere is an outsider's field!"
Cheng Lang smiled and lowered his head, and continued to cut the steak slowly.
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Jiang put it on the balcony and waited until he yawned, and finally waited for Cheng Lang: "Oh, I didn't say that, it's really long for you to have a pre-dinner show."
Cheng Lang looked back at Xu Qiao who was operating a laptop in the study, turned his eyes and pointed at him: "You better wipe your mouth clean tonight."
Shen Dang also pushed him: "Did you hear that, don't embarrass Mr. Lang."
"You squeeze me out." Jiang Fang clutched his aching chest, and lay back and forth on the old man's chair, seeing Cheng Lang sitting opposite him, picked up a stack of cards, and regained his energy, "That's it. ,open it."
"Wait." Cheng Lang glanced in the direction of the study again.
After Xu Qiao uploaded the design draft, when she came out of the study, she saw Cheng Lang waving to her from the balcony.
When she approached, he patted the chair next to him again: "Come."
She was taken aback: "You three are fighting the landlord, why should I come?"
"Sister-in-law Lang, let's go with Mr. Lang." Shen Dang saw Cheng Lang's intentions.
Xu Qiao was so shocked by this title that her heart trembled three times.
"Don't yell." Cheng Lang glanced at Shen Dang.
Shen Dang shrugged.
Xu Qiao cleared her throat and walked to Cheng Lang's side: "I'm not being humble with you, my poker skills are terrible."
"You don't need to be good at cards," he raised his chin, "Just draw the cards for me."
Xu Qiao showed an expression of "Your idea sounds interesting", and sat down beside him: "Is there any dividend for drawing cards?"
Cheng Lang smiled: "Five five?"
"make a deal."
There are fewer waiters at home, and the chess and card table is also improvised, and the card dealing process is changed to taking turns drawing cards. Before Xu Qiao touched the cards, she closed her eyes and recited "Jade Emperor Nanhai Guanyin Sakyamuni" silently, then breathed out, stretched out her hand, touched a card for a look, and took a look at it. After half a hand of cards, she used a " My hand is amazing." He glanced at Cheng Lang with his eyes, and quietly turned over the cards to him.
Cheng Lang smiled and gave her a "continue" mouth shape.
After the card drawing was over, Jiang Fang and Shen Dang looked at each other with doubts about life.
Xu Qiao handed the cards to Cheng Lang, and happily took a sip of the lady tea at hand.
Jiang Fang tentatively hit a pair of pitiful threes, and reminded tremblingly: "Mr. Lang, we agreed that this is a money-giving game."
"Well," Cheng Lang nodded, and took a sip of tea, "Let you three hands."
Jiang Fang and Shen Dang looked at each other again.
Jiang Fang: Where the hell does this confidence come from? He really has all the good cards
Shen Dang: If you don’t have any in your hands, then yes.
Cheng Lang put the cards together, rested for three rounds, and waited for the fourth round when Jiang Fang flicked a straight before picking up the cards. He took a look at the two of them.
"Don't read it knowingly, come on." Jiang Fang closed his eyes in pain.
Cheng Lang hit two bombs one after another, cleared the remaining cards at once, and habitually knocked on the edge of the table: "Keep accounts."
After finishing speaking, she remembered the person who did not keep accounts tonight, and was about to change her words, Xu Qiao became interested, raised her hand and said: "I will remember, I will remember, I will write it down for you!" As he spoke, he eagerly took out his mobile phone.
"Hey, that won't work, you have a 50-50 split with Mr. Lang, and let you keep the accounts, so don't you cheat Mr. Lang?"
"Our boss Lang still needs to cheat with his strength?" Xu Qiao choked Jiang Fang.
Cheng Lang nodded in agreement.
When I heard this little girl's mouth cannon hit me, I was angry and funny, but it was quite refreshing to hit someone else.
Jiang Fang choked, and just lit a cigarette to calm down, when Cheng Langfei gave him a sharp look.
"It's gone." Cheng Lang looked at Xu Qiao, "The little girl is here."
"You're not allowed to smoke this cigarette anymore?" Jiang Fang tugged on his bow tie and put out the cigarette butt.
Cheng Lang pushed a plate of strawberries over: "Health."
Jiang Fang stuffed two strawberries into his mouth one after another, and said vaguely, "Keep going, I won't believe it."
When it came time to draw cards again, Xu Qiao smiled and winked at Cheng Lang while touching the cards.
Jiang Fang and Shen Dang continued to doubt life and looked at each other in disbelief.
Jiang Fang: I seem to know where Mr. Lang's confidence comes from tonight. Just now you encouraged the little girl to side with Mr. Lang. You are giving the other side a cash cow.
Shen Dang: I didn't know it would be like this...
After a few rounds, Cheng Lang returned three rounds, but almost returned to kill the audience in the fourth round. No matter how bad he was, he could end the battle in the fifth round.
Jiang Fang's eyes almost turned white, and he discussed with Xu Qiao during the intermission: "It's impossible to play this way, brother and sister... Bah, no, Goddess, come with me, I'll give you four or six, I'll give you four." How about four and six? Or three and seven, I can do three and seven!"
Xu Qiao looked at him thoughtfully: "Can you memorize the cards?"
Cheng Lang turned his head: "If he wants to do it, are you really going there?"
"If you have money and don't make money, you bastard, they open Sanqi, why don't I go?"
"I'll give you 28," Cheng Lang tapped his knuckles on the table, "stay with me."
Xu Qiao shrugged at Jiang Fang, saying that there was no way.
"One nine!" Jiang Fang slapped the table, "I'll give you one nine!"
Xu Qiao immediately got up with the teacup in hand.
"I'll give you ten." Cheng Lang looked up at her.
"..." Xu Qiao sat back again.
Shen Dang, who has nothing to do with the world, laughs until his stomach cramps: "Sister-in-law Lang, do you consider using this luck to make a living?"
"Yes," Xu Qiao was immersed in the world of money, dazzled by the smell of copper, and forgot to question this title, "If I had known this, what kind of jewelry design would I be doing?"
"I think this idea is reliable." Jiang Fang had already given up the treatment, and took out his mobile phone, "Goddess, add a WeChat account to keep in touch. Brother will take you to the rivers and lakes some other day, and I promise you will make a lot of money."
Before Xu Qiao answered, Cheng Lang's eyes turned cold, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth: "If she wants to have such leisure, will she be with you or not?"
"No, you are so busy, how can you have the time to play poker every day, and I will take her to make money, and that will also contribute to your financial strength. This is a win-win situation, brother!"
"There is a saying that I haven't asked for so many years." Cheng Lang looked at him.
"What?"
"My surname is Cheng, your surname is Jiang, how did you come up with the saying brother?"
"..."
As expected of an elite gentleman in the upper class, he can speak so freshly and refined the old-fashioned multiple-choice question "Do you want me, a brother who has been with you for many years, or her, a woman who has met three times?"
Shen Dang and Xu Qiao dodged the flying artillery fire, hid in a corner and looked at each other.
Xu Qiao covered her mouth and asked him in a low voice, "Am I a troublesome woman?"
Shen Dang also covered his mouth: "The saying that a beauty is a disaster is based on the fact that the two men on the opposite side are evenly matched and indistinguishable. If the difference in strength is too great, the flood will not be able to arise..."
As soon as his voice fell, Jiang Fang let out a burst of awkward "hahahahaha": "Mr. Lang is so humorous and good at joking. It just so happens that I am also a person with an entertaining spirit. I just had a chat with everyone." joke!"
Cheng Lang smiled slightly and made Xu Qiao sit back with a wink.
Jiang Fang looked at Xu Qiao's face that said "follow my aunt and get rich", and couldn't help feeling sad, and planned to fight for some benefits at the end: "Well, Mr. Lang, why don't you just add WeChat? Just add WeChat? ? Don't chat, don't contact, give me some koi luck, I haven't won this year in poker!"
This time without Cheng Lang's opening, Xu Qiao directly made a big cross in front of her chest: "This is not good, isn't that just for you? I don't do business at a loss. And my WeChat, you Lang always don't have it." add it."
Cheng Lang clenched his fist and coughed lightly.
Jiang Fang's jaw dropped in shock: "It's all from falling leaves to heavy snowfall. It seems that the year is almost over, and we haven't added WeChat yet? What kind of foreign work are you doing, Mr. Lang?"
"WeChat is just a kind of instant messaging tool, and it is not irreplaceable." Cheng Lang said calmly, "SMS can also achieve the same communication purpose, why do you have to use WeChat?"
Jiang Fang took a sip of tea and almost spit out: "Can text messages be the same as WeChat? There are no emoticons, no voice, how can you flirt? Are you living in the last century?"
"..." Xu Qiao glared at Jiang Fang.
"..." Cheng Lang glanced at Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao felt that Cheng Lang's thoughtful eyes were asking: Is there still such a saying
Well, Boss Cheng has worked so hard to get himself out of the blacklist, and happily started a text message journey with her, but he never asked her to add her on WeChat, and finally solved the case.
Xu Qiao said honestly: "That's right. We young people like to use WeChat to make friends. SMS is basically only used to communicate with work and receive small advertisements. It is equivalent to a conversation machine without emotion."
No feelings.
Cheng Lang nodded, the mobile phone in his hand seemed to be about to move, but he still kept calm on his face.
He smiled and asked her, "Is it almost enough to win?"
Xu Qiaocha looked at the memo on the phone and counted: "How big are you playing with?"
Cheng Lang whispered a number in her ear.
She blinked slowly, as if in disbelief, she recalculated the account recorded in the memorandum, and then whispered: "It's enough for me to buy a new bag, why don't we do this tonight, and don't waste money. .”
Cheng Lang nodded in satisfaction, and said to the opposite side, "Then see off the guests."
"Isn't this going to give me a chance to turn things around?" Jiang Fang wailed.
Cheng Lang looked at him with ruthless eyes of "walking in a hurry, I'm still in a hurry to add WeChat".
Xu Qiao clapped her hands with a smile: "Thank you, Boss Jiang, and Boss Shen for donating generously tonight! This chess and card table, and all these messy things, stay here with me. You are welcome to play again next time!"
Cheng Lang glanced at her with a smile, and then pulled Jiang Fang aside alone.
Jiang Fang followed him to the door in a daze: "Why, don't you want to drag me to a corner and beat me up? I won't grab women from you, really, I swear!"
Cheng Lang glanced at him lightly: "I'm here to tell you something serious. The news of her being in Beicheng is tightly controlled. If the outside world finds out, she will be angry and return to Milan. Wait for me to play with you for real."
"..." Jiang Fang swallowed in shock, "I know, I know."
On the balcony over there, Xu Qiao looked at the direction of the entrance strangely, and asked Shen Dang, "What are they whispering about?"
"I don't know." Shen Dang smiled, thought for a while and said, "How about I also whisper to you?"
"What whisper?" Xu Qiao was taken aback, because she had a good impression of Shen Dang, so she asked seriously.
Shen Dang glanced at the ignorant Cheng Lang in the distance, leaned into Xu Qiao's ear and said, "Just now I heard you guys discussing turkey at the dinner table, Mr. Lang said that his craft was cultivated by his mother, is that true?" talk."
"Oh?" Xu Qiao really had a detour in her heart at the time, thinking that this man might be lying to her. After all, only a fool like Cheng Ye in the entire North City would admit under such circumstances, "My skills are from ex-girlfriends. bred."
"How do you know?" Xu Qiao asked curiously.
"Because Mr. Lang has never had a girlfriend, he is still a baby."
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