This time it was Xu Qiao's turn to doubt life.
A man who is rich, powerful and good-looking, and both businessmen are tied to Mount Everest, will live to be 27 years old and still be an elementary school chick
Why is he still a primary school chicken!
Her seventeen-year-old younger brother is chasing after her beautiful younger sister!
Before Xu Qiao had time to express his doubts, at the other end of the porch, Cheng Lang had already opened the door wide and looked at Shen Dang as if he was seeing off a guest.
As Shen Dang walked out, he turned his head and gave Xu Qiao a "shh" gesture, and pulled Jiang Fang away with a smile.
Xu Qiao was immersed in the shock and did not move for a long time.
Cheng Lang saw her look as if she had just experienced a great change in her life. After closing the door, Cheng Lang walked back and asked, "What did he tell you?"
She had an idea and lied: "He said that after they left, we would be left alone, man and widow, let me be careful of you!"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.
In order to guard Xu Qiao's whereabouts, he had indeed not mentioned the progress of his illness to Shen Dang for a while. Shen Dang probably thought that he was still in the "severe illness", so he deliberately alarmed Xu Qiao so that he would not be troubled when he was alone with her.
It would be a disservice.
"Are we alone for the first time?" Cheng Lang asked.
The implication is that he didn't do anything to her before, and of course he won't do anything tonight.
"The werewolf only chose the night of the full moon to transform. Who knows if you have been planning for a long time to wait for Christmas Eve..." Xu Qiao bit the bullet and lied, and hid behind the balcony curtain pretending to be scared while talking.
Cheng Lang smiled a little helplessly: "If I really planned it, I wouldn't let them in tonight. It's so critical, do you still think I'm a fool?"
What do you mean by "it's all at this juncture"? Where is she with him
Xu Qiao gave him a gouged look, but she didn't feel that he was pretending.
What Cheng Lang has done recently has indeed built a certain amount of trust in her. Especially judging from his behavior on the night she was drunk: it is impossible for a man who messes with men and women to step on his face and provocatively, just send her back to the room with a naughty word.
So the original dialogue has progressed here, and her play is about to end.
But now her mind is full of the words of the young, the young, the curiosity drove her, and followed his words to test: "A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. I don't know if you are a fool or not. I don't know any women who have been with you before."
"..." Cheng Lang seemed to be touched by this blatant statement, and after a fleeting moment of stiffness, he recovered, "According to what you said, I still have to ask them to come and rectify my name?"
"They?" Xu Qiao's eyes shot at him like a searchlight, "There are a lot of them?"
He smiled casually: "You don't believe it if you say it less, don't you?"
Avoid the important and take the light, there must be tricks.
After observing Cheng Lang's reaction, Xu Qiao felt that Shen Dang should have revealed the secret to her without Cheng Lang's permission.
If this is the case, then the authenticity of this secret will be greatly improved.
After all, the 27-year-old elementary school chicken is not a glorious character. If it spreads out, he might be expelled from the Bazong circle. Yes, it makes sense.
Xu Qiao was deeply impressed by her own wave of logical reasoning, but at the same time, she also had a bigger question: But why is an elementary school chicken so "knowledgeable" and so "sexy"
She suddenly had a deep interest in exploring the man in front of her.
Exploration begins with getting close.
So Xu Qiao held up his hands, walked out of the balcony like a small leader, and nodded: "That's right, Mr. Lang is famous outside the world. I really can't believe that I have only a handful of predecessors."
Cheng Lang had such a sense of surrender: "Can we not talk about this?"
"Then what are you talking about?" She walked up to him as if nothing had happened, and looked up at him.
Because she was wearing flat slippers, the height difference between the two of them was widened. Her posture with her hands behind her back and her toes slightly tiptoed, looked girlish in the eyes of women, but seductive in the eyes of men.
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to see how close the two were.
Did this little girl suffer from mental schizophrenia after winning money tonight? She was so afraid of him that she hid behind the curtains, and found trouble with her back feet to find him right under her nose.
If he was a normal man, he might not be able to resist doing something to her from this perspective.
Cheng Lang's Adam's apple rolled slightly, but his gaze quietly left her slightly parted lips, and he raised his hand hanging by his side: "Talk about this." He shook the phone in his palm, "Exchange on Christmas Eve." WeChat, isn’t it too much?”
Adam's apple rolls—represents the emergence of desire.
Changing the subject—represents tension.
Xu Qiao analyzed his every move with keen eyes, and felt more and more that this seemed to be the reaction of an innocent boy.
This discovery gave her an inexplicable excitement that she would no longer be afraid to touch a tiger's beard.
When she was in a good mood, she turned around and brought out her mobile phone: "Okay, then it will be a Christmas Eve gift."
She opened the WeChat interface in front of him, and when she clicked on the address book column, she heard him ask: "The Christmas Eve gift only has a job number?"
She looked up innocently: "I use this WeChat account all my work and life." After he understood why he asked this question, he slid through the address book that was almost only left by his colleagues in the studio and said, "Oh, those people were all deleted by me before." Empty."
At the beginning, part of it was deleted. Since she saw the overwhelming news about her house being forced to auction in the circle of friends a while ago, she emptied the address book out of nowhere.
Cheng Lang hesitated for a moment, and asked as if thinking of something: "Where's Zhu Li?"
"Delete it too, she was the first one to be deleted."
"Don't want her to fall out with the family because of you?"
She nodded, not used to being so serious with Cheng Lang, and said in a relaxed tone: "Boss Lang understands women's hearts very well."
Cheng Lang smiled, but didn't let her avoid the topic: "Now, you have temporarily stabilized. If she comes to you again, would you like to see her?"
Xu Qiao blinked her eyes: "I never thought about it, why wait until she finds me, why are you asking such a complicated hypothetical question."
Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully: "Got it."
Xu Qiao passed Cheng Lang's friend application, and couldn't wait to find clues from his circle of friends that he had been single for many years, but the person concerned refused to leave, so she glanced at the time on the phone screen and exaggerated: "Wow , it's already so late!"
With Cheng Lang's EQ, of course he understood her meaning of chasing customers in seconds, nodded and said: "I have to go to work tomorrow morning, I'll go first, your Christmas present..."
"Don't worry, I'll go to the studio to get it tomorrow!" She interrupted him, trotted to the entrance and opened the door for him.
Cheng Lang walked out angrily or with a smile.
Xu Qiao didn't even give him a lingering look, and quickly closed the door, leaning against the door, and began to browse through his circle of friends.
Five minutes later, she twitched the corner of her mouth.
Cheng Lang didn't set a time limit. He openly opened up all his Moments for others to see, but that's the case. This person's records in the past five years are only a dozen or so, and they are all forwarded. Before this year, there were a few commercial news After this year, there will be more news about Lanchen Group.
Xu Qiao regretted not adding Jiang Fang and Shen Dang's WeChat accounts, lack of mutual friends, this is not a flower.
She sighed, and just as she sighed to the end, she received a WeChat message from Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang: "I just wanted to say that your Christmas present is not in the studio."
Xu Qiao made a question mark.
Cheng Lang: "In that vacant guest room, after you went to work this morning, Aunt Zhou came to clean it up."
Xu Qiao was stunned, and rushed to the guest room. As soon as she stepped in, she was frightened by the dazzling battle in front of her and turned her back at 360 degrees. She held her heart and took three deep breaths: "Little Xu Xiao Xu, no hurry, no hurry..."
As he spoke, he turned his head slowly, and looked again at the three long rows of hangers added to the room, and the endless new clothes on the hangers.
After all, transitioning from extravagance to frugality is necessary. Although he is down and out, Xu Qiao still can't help but pay attention to the fashion brands he used to love. When a brand is new, he has been there for the first time. These recent new clothes couldn't be more familiar.
She leaned on the door frame in silence for a while, and a groundhog scream broke out in her heart.
How did Cheng Lang know that she liked these brands
The vibrating sound of the mobile phone pulled back her ecstatic soul.
The dog man calls.
Xu Qiao calmed down for a while, and did a few times of vocalization exercises on the spot, so that her voice would not sound hopeless, and then connected the phone: "Hello..."
"See?"
"Um… "
"These are work clothes for the season."
"..."
A normal overlord shouldn't say at this time: Woman, are you satisfied with what you see
"Work... overalls?" She rubbed her ears.
"Well, of course the appearance of the studio needs to be decent. In the future, if you lack clothes, just tell me. If you don't have specific requirements, I will prepare them for you according to this amount every time the season changes."
"Oh, thank you, boss." Xu Qiao said that he was business-like, and his tone was light, his body had already walked to the hanger happily, and looked at these overly fascinating little skirts.
This amount is almost enough for her demand standard for changing seasons in the past.
Although the high-end models are missing, she is satisfied now.
"Well, you should rest early." Cheng Lang said.
After eight hundred years, Xu Qiao finally said something nice to him: "Then you should go to bed earlier."
With Cheng Lang's cheerful smile, Xu Qiao cut off the phone and hugged the row of clothes hangers in front of her: "Baby, Mom loves you! Mom loves you all night long!"
Xu Qiao did what she said, the lights and music were set up, she changed her body into new clothes one by one, sculpted back and forth in front of the full-length mirror, and shed tears for her poor-faced clothes-hanger.
Half an hour later, when she tried on a dress that pinched her waist and wrapped her hips, Xu Qiao felt that her appearance was set off to the peak.
This is a semi-customized, so-called semi-customized, which is to modify the details of the original garment according to the customer's figure. The clothing ratio, of course, is closer to the needs of customers themselves.
Xu Qiaozheng lamented that Cheng Lang had done such a beautiful thing, and halfway through the lament, his face changed.
Wait a minute, it's fine that every piece of other clothes fits her size, and even all the details of the semi-customized style are exactly the same, how did Cheng Lang do it