When Bentley drove into the Lishan Mansion in Xinglin Bay, Xu Qiao was thinking that maybe her indissoluble bond with Xinglin Bay could really be written as an autobiography. Look, not only the career line started here, but also the emotional line. Zi...
Bah, who wants to engage in a relationship line.
The car entered the garage, and the light dimmed. Xu Qiao glanced sideways at Cheng Lang, who was closing his eyes and resting his mind, as if he didn't care whether she existed or not.
He sold it so high-mindedly, did he really think she didn't know it was a bitter trick
In the beginning at the hospital, she was indeed in a daze because of the incident, and was led by him for a while, but when she gave him "Hoo Hoo", she came back to her senses.
The later ones, including getting in this car, were all thinking "as long as he is happy".
After all, Cheng Lang didn't need to be miserable, and she also thought he was miserable.
Although judging from the results, there was nothing serious in the end, but when he suffered that blow, he didn't know that he would definitely save himself from danger.
There were three other people in the craft room at the time, and he was the only one who rushed up to protect her without even thinking about it. She... the heart of a fairy is also fleshy!
Then it's a trick, it's a big deal.
But when I took the elevator upstairs from the underground garage and found that this mansion, which was as big as three Xu family villas, was empty from top to bottom, from inside to outside, Xu Qiao still cursed Cheng Lang in her heart .
Why bother to dismiss the servants? Without his tricks, she was planning to have dinner with him. Wouldn't he put the two of them in a predicament of starving to death by going out like this
Xu Qiao struggled for ten seconds, thinking whether to expose him and tell him to call her back quickly, she is so hungry.
At the eleventh second, I thought it was okay.
Today's "benefactor" is the biggest, so don't tear her down, just be a silly girl.
"Auntie isn't here?" Her face collapsed, "Then what should I do, I don't know how to cook."
Cheng Lang turned his gaze to the distance: "The meal seems to be ready."
Xu Qiao followed his gaze and looked towards the open kitchen in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The golden wall lamp covers the covered dishes on the dining table, and the rice cooker on the island is quietly steaming, looking very homely.
It was she who underestimated Cheng Lang's comprehensiveness. He sold miserably, so he couldn't starve her.
Xu Qiao suddenly realized, "Oh", complied with his intention, and asked, "But there is no one to take care of you here, how can you eat without hand?"
"Use your left hand." Cheng Lang walked to the kitchen counter, washed his left hand first, then took out two wet paper towels, and wiped his right hand avoiding the wound. When he was about to take a bowl to serve rice, he heard a sigh behind him.
"Hey, I'll come, I'll come!" Xu Qiao couldn't stand watching the show any longer, she stepped forward to wash her hands, reached for the dish rack above her head, took down two bowls, and after finishing the meal, she pointed to one of the bowls and said, "This Is it my labor fee?"
Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and smiled, then raised his hand suddenly, and when he was about to touch the top of her head, he froze suddenly.
He paused as if he was about to rub her hair, and he didn't seem to think how he would touch her unknowingly in a non-emergency situation.
With a bowl of rice in her left hand and a bowl of rice in her right hand, Xu Qiao stayed still in place, staring obliquely upwards in amazement, her heart beating up and down.
Before he rubbed it down, she swallowed nervously and glared at him: "What are you doing, are you sucking my Tianling Gai's skill?"
"..." Cheng Lang continued to lift his hand up, as if the top of her head was just the scenery he passed by. After reaching the bowl rack, he took down the third bowl, shook it and said, "I was thinking, you only eat Is one bowl enough?"
"You only eat one bowl, am I a pig?" Xu Qiao scolded him, walked quickly to the table to set the bowls and chopsticks, and let out a sigh of relief.
Cheng Lang turned his head and smiled: "Eat more, there are only two hands in total, if you faint a few times, I can't help it."
Xu Qiao suddenly felt a little guilty, and nodded: "Oh, I won't go into the craft room until I'm full."
Cheng Lang thought again, wanting to rub her hair and praise her for being good.
He suppressed himself, walked to the table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, and tried to pick up vegetables.
Xu Qiao gave him a disgusted look.
Stop pretending!
She took away his chopsticks and put the spoon into his hand: "Scoop and eat, tell me what dish you want, and I'll put it in a bowl for you."
Cheng Lang smiled: "Anything is fine."
According to the doctor's instructions, Xu Qiao picked out zinc and protein-containing vegetables that were helpful for wound healing, picked up a bundle of shredded carrots, a few slices of mushrooms and lean meat with his chopsticks, and piled them in his bowl on the rice.
Because it was inconvenient for him to use a spoon to pick too much at a time, she ate some by herself, picked some for him, and changed the chopsticks back and forth.
After he finished eating half a bowl of rice and there was room in the bowl, she started to pick up quail eggs.
Cheng Lang had just swallowed a mouthful of food when she suddenly heard a "hey": "I'm going to drop it..."
Before the word "ha" was finished, Cheng Lang had already nimbly moved to her chopsticks and caught the egg with his mouth.
Xu Qiao looked at the tip of the chopsticks being fed into his mouth, and was about to praise him for his quick response, when she suddenly stopped, looked down at the empty chopstick rest on her side, and the intact chopstick rest on his side. Chopsticks.
"Am I..." Xu Qiao blinked slowly, closed her mouth halfway through speaking, and pulled back her chopsticks.
Cheng Lang chewed the quail eggs slowly, and said calmly after swallowing: "I took the wrong chopsticks."
Xu Qiao lowered her head in embarrassment and cleared her throat: "Yes, yes... Then what, well, I'm not sick, so you can rest assured."
"… "What is she saying.
Cheng Lang nodded: "I'm quite relieved."
Xu Qiao glanced at the chopsticks that Cheng Lang had bitten at her hand, covered her mouth and coughed lightly, got up and said, "Then I'll get a pair of new ones..."
"I worry about you, but you don't worry about me?"
"..."
Is this a fucking question of reassurance? Don't worry, can you taste his saliva as if nothing happened
Xu Qiao glared at him angrily.
Cheng Lang laughed, raised his hand and said, "You're joking, go get it."
—
Xu Qiaosheng finished the meal without love.
In fact, this incident was originally just a small episode. It has been many years since the Qing Dynasty perished, and it was not a big deal to share chopsticks. With a flirtatious look, he said that he wanted to eat quail eggs, that he hadn't discovered the deliciousness of this food before, and missed a lot, and finally ate a whole ten of them.
When he said he wanted more, Xu Qiao almost yelled, "Quails don't want to breed offspring! Have you ever thought about how quails feel when eating quail eggs like this?" She held back her words and told herself that she had to obey him today.
Seeing her look like a little doormat, Cheng Lang thought it was funny, and after eating, he brought over the fruit that Auntie had washed in advance and placed on the coffee table with one hand, and picked up a grape and handed it to her mouth: "Reciprocity? "
Did she feed him quail eggs and he fed them back with grapes
She's having trouble with the oval tonight, isn't she
"Who has anything to do with you." Xu Qiao turned her head.
Cheng Lang's grapes followed him again: "Eat one."
Do you have to have fun with her
Xu Qiao gouged him out and bit down hard, as a result, there was an instant "uh" and "hiss" in the room.
Xu Qiao bit the grape and said vaguely: "I didn't do it on purpose..." It was just a little displeased that he was pushing an inch, but she didn't want to really bite him.
Cheng Lang withdrew his finger that was knocked by her teeth, and looked down: "It's okay, I'm not sick, you can bite at ease."
"..."
She chewed down the grapes, skin and flesh, and wrinkled her nose at him.
As a result, he stared, and found that his face seemed to be abnormally red in white.
She stopped making trouble, and leaned closer: "Are you on fire?" She touched his forehead with the back of her hand as she spoke.
Before Cheng Lang had time to feel uncomfortable, she moved her hand away and touched her forehead again: "It seems to be hotter than me."
Xu Qiao asked him to sit still, followed his directions, found the medicine box from the cabinet in the living room, took his temperature with an ear thermometer, and it was exactly thirty-eight degrees Celsius.
"What should I do?" Xu Qiao looked at the sky outside the window with a sad face. It was already almost nine o'clock, and it was very cold outside in the winter. It would be strange to go to the hospital with a fever and go to the emergency department. "Go to the hospital again. ?”
"No need," Cheng Lang didn't expect his mouth to open up like a light, but it's obviously unwise to go to the hospital right now. He's not afraid to torment himself, and he's afraid to torment Xu Qiao, "Just take some antipyretics."
"No, what if it's caused by an infection?" Xu Qiao tugged at his arm, "You're going to the hospital with me!"
"No need, according to the amount of blood loss today, it is normal to have a fever."
Xu Qiao got angry: "I don't care, it's not normal until the doctor says it counts! Are you coming with me?"
Cheng Lang had a bit of a headache, sighed and came up with a bad idea: "I'll ask Dr. Song to come over, will that work?"
When he didn't know who his personal doctor was before, Xu Qiao might still be worried about this kind of simple inspection of door-to-door service, but now he doesn't have such worries.
She believed in Song Mian's medical skills very much.
She nodded: "That's fine."
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When Song Mian arrived at the Lishan mansion, he saw that the person who opened the door was Xu Qiao. He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly recovered, and greeted her: "Miss Xu."
Xu Qiao was also taken aback by his intentionally avoiding suspicion, before he could speak, he heard footsteps behind him.
She turned around: "I told you to lie down on the sofa, why are you here?"
Cheng Lang didn't answer, but only smiled faintly at Song Mian: "Doctor Song, please come here at night."
Song Mian shook his head to indicate that it was okay, changed his shoes and entered the door, his eyes fell on his right hand, and he frowned: "What's going on? It hurts like this."
Cheng Lang explained the process of "heroes save the beauty".
Xu Qiao touched her nose embarrassingly beside her.
It would be fine to just say that he was cut by something, and he would describe it in such detail, like a romance novel! Do people like to hear you beeping so much
Song Mian nodded, took his temperature again, saw that it was thirty-eight degrees, and asked, "What was your temperature when you called me?"
"I don't really remember," Cheng Lang glanced at Xu Qiao, "How much did you measure?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback, is he a goldfish with only seven seconds of memory
"Thirty-eight degrees." She replied inexplicably.
Song Mian nodded, put on rubber gloves, turned on the medical flashlight to check the palm of his right hand, and said, "It was just bandaged in the evening, and now the incision is easily stretched. There is no redness and swelling around the edge. It doesn't look like signs of infection, and the heat hasn't continued to rise. Fever should be a normal phenomenon caused by blood loss and pain, you can skip taking medicine for the time being, and take the fever-reducing patch to physically cool down."
Cheng Lang glanced at Xu Qiao: "Did you hear that? Why don't you ask him to come over at night."
Xu Qiao blinked: "Why do you still blame me? Then everything happens in case."
"You were too careful."
Xu Qiao received Cheng Lang's "I can't do anything with you" doting eyes, and recovered from his ignorance.
Ever since Song Mian entered the door, this man's mouth has become extremely active, and his words are obviously very affectionate with her - is Cheng Lang deliberately showing his sovereignty
Hey this scheming boy!
What did Song Mian do wrong to eat you a mouthful of fake dog food
Song Mian looked at the two of them, and smiled at Cheng Lang: "It's a good thing to be careful. I have your special car to pick you up, and I won't bother you. I will follow up on your next nursing work. You should go to bed early tonight. Be careful not to catch cold when taking a bath, let alone wet the gauze with water, and if the body temperature exceeds 38°5 at night, take a fever-reducing medicine."
"It's hard to judge body temperature when you're in a deep sleep," Cheng Lang said.
Song Mian was slightly taken aback, subconsciously glanced at Xu Qiao, then turned his head to him again: "Is no one taking care of you tonight?"
Xu Qiao shrank to the side.
Sleeping with you is not enough for meals? How does this drive the ducks to the shelves
Cheng Lang looked at Xu Qiao intentionally or unintentionally: "I'm not sure yet, it's okay, I'll solve this myself."
Song Mian picked up the medicine box and stood up: "In that case, I'll go first."
Xu Qiao was silent on the spot, then suddenly stood up and chased after him: "I'll see Dr. Song off."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.
Xu Qiao quickly followed her out before Cheng Lang stopped her, and stopped Song Mian outside the porch.
Song Mian stopped: "What's wrong?"
Xu Qiao covered her mouth and leaned close to his ear, lowering her voice: "Does he really need a vigil at night? Don't help him bluff me."
"I'm not trying to scare you," Song Mian said in a low voice, "Basically there will be no serious problems, but it's best if someone watches over him. It doesn't have to be such a troublesome night watch. Just take his temperature every three to four hours. But Generally speaking, if he has a high fever, he will wake up by himself."
Xu Qiao pursed her mouth: "Then it sounds a bit miserable to wake up..."
Song Mian smiled, raised her eyes, and saw Cheng Lang standing in the hallway looking at the two of them, and reminded her: "Go back quickly, his resistance has dropped now, don't let him catch a cold from the wind."
Xu Qiao turned her head and saw Cheng Lang standing at the place facing the draft, sighed, waved to Song Mian, and ran back to close the door.
I don't know if it was because of the wind, but Cheng Lang's face looked a little pale.
And his expression didn't seem too comfortable.
"I'm not running away, what are you doing with me?" Xu Qiao drove him into the house.
"Not running?" Cheng Lang glanced at her.
"Yes, don't run away, I'll stay and take care of you tonight, okay?"
Before Cheng Lang could answer, she urged her to go in again: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, your face is white as a wall, didn't you hear me telling you to go to bed early? Go take a shower quickly."
"What about you?" Cheng Lang glanced at her.
"I... I'll keep watch at night, why don't I take a bath if I don't sleep!" Xu Qiao was terrified by his ambiguous eyes.
"Need to sleep, you really stayed up all night, how can you catch up with the design draft in the daytime tomorrow? And your clothes are stained with bacteria from the hospital and blood, so why don't you change them?"
"Then I don't have any clothes to change here..."
"Not without it."
"I don't want to wear yours!" She said resolutely, covering the front of her clothes.
"It's not mine. I have women's clothing here."
Xu Qiao blinked blankly: "How could you have..."
Cheng Lang raised his chin, pointing in the opposite direction to the kitchen: "The cloakroom at the end of the corridor over there is full of women's clothes. You can choose by yourself. I'll go upstairs to take a shower first."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the elevator, leaving Xu Qiao alone in a mess.
God damn it, could it be that Shen Dang lied to her
If Cheng Lang had never had a woman, why did he have women's clothing at home? And according to him, that cloakroom is full of women's clothes, how many women can it afford!
Xu Qiao was angry and funny, and walked all the way to the end of the corridor in a daze.
If I had known, I would have stayed tonight!
Oh, but if it wasn't for this, how could she see through the true face of this spicy chicken dog man who is a prodigal son in love
Xu Qiao's broken hair fluttered in front of her forehead, and she pushed open the door of the cloakroom as if rushing to the scene of the rape.
The voice-activated light turned on the moment she pushed the door and entered, and the next moment, she was stuck in place in a daze among the dazzling bags, clothes and jewelry.
Why does this cloakroom look so familiar...
It seems that they are all the things she left in the villa in Xijiang Mansion...
Haven't these luxury goods been auctioned off long ago? !