Xu Qiao lost her mobility in the huge shock, and stood motionless by the door. After a long while, she blinked her dazzled eyes vigorously, and walked in slowly with such a trace of uncertainty.
As if traveling through time and space, she walked step by step through the familiar wardrobes, shoe racks, bag cabinets, and jewelry counters in the brilliance of her eyes, and saw her favorite clothes and jewelry all quietly placed in place—as if she had never not lost.
Surrounded by these jewels, she closed her eyes and then gently opened them, as if she was afraid it was a dream.
Then she saw a man in a white shirt and black trousers walking towards her stepping on the faint light and shadow.
"It's not a dream." Cheng Lang smiled and stood in front of her.
Xu Qiao looked up at him, and gradually regained her ability to think.
She dizzily remembered that the day she was tricked by Cheng Lang back to China, she saw rumors in her circle of friends that her family's villa in Xijiang Mansion and all the luxury goods would be subject to forced auction.
She was very sad at the time, and asked him "Is what the circle of friends said is true", but after she finished speaking, she felt ashamed and regretted it. When Cheng Lang asked "What circle of friends", she casually answered, "This place in the Beicheng District There could be heavy snowfall for a few days."
So the topic ended.
She thought it was over.
Xu Qiao covered her mouth.
No wonder, no wonder Cheng Lang sent her every piece of clothing, the size is impossibly accurate.
It turned out that this unbelievable was not because of his extraordinary talent, but because he had planned for her in advance.
Who dares to say that this is not a dream.
This was given by Cheng Lang, a dream without waking up.
Xu Qiao blinked, and the teardrops fell like broken threads: "Why are you like this..."
Cheng Lang's eyes smiled.
In fact, he didn't expect to bring her here so early.
He is a patient man. Be patient with what you want more. This kind of patience is not because he doesn't care about the result, but on the contrary, it stems from his certainty.
Because it is inevitable, he does not like to build a tall building that can easily collapse. No matter how bright and beautiful the surface of such a tall building is, it doesn't make sense.
So he will carefully survey the terrain before starting to build, and slowly lay the foundation.
In his original plan, tonight was not the best time to attack Xu Qiao.
On the one hand, he felt that Xu Qiao was not too good for him, and on the other hand, in the field of love, it was harmless to seek small favors and small benefits, but it was not a long-term solution to seek big ones.
But planning is bound to have surprises. For example, he didn't expect that when he saw Xu Qiao whispering in Song Mian's ear, he would lose his temper.
Then let's be mean first.
He looked at the person in front of him, bent slightly, and asked her back: "Why am I like this, what's wrong with me?"
Xu Qiao was so panicked by the sudden closeness of the two that she took a step back, wiped away her tears, and avoided his gaze: "You..."
There was a voice in her heart answering for her, saying "Which girl can stand up to you doing this", but her mouth was fighting back and forth again, she stammered for a while, and answered with confidence: "Don't you tell me sooner My matter has left my babies in the dust for so long!"
Cheng Lang turned his head and chased her in the direction she was avoiding like feeding her grapes, forcing her to face herself: "So you are crying because you are angry with me?"
How is that possible!
No matter how duplicity Xu Qiao said, she couldn't be so "nonsense".
She lowered her eyes and said vaguely, "I don't know!"
"Then let me change the question." Cheng Lang nodded, "Why did you stay tonight?"
"I... you were hurt because of me, of course I have to be responsible for you!"
"So," Cheng Lang showed doubts, "you knew from the beginning that I was putting on airs, that I was trying to repay you, but you didn't expose me, but changed your way to follow me. Is it just because of responsibility? That is to say If it were someone else, for example, Teacher Fei and Assistant Gao were the ones who got hurt for you today, can you also give in to them again and again like this?"
How is that possible!
Xu Qiao still can't be so "nonsense".
"You're so annoying!" She stomped her feet irritably and turned her back, "I don't know, I don't know!"
Cheng Lang laughed, walked around in front of her again, regained his composure, took a deep breath, and stretched out his left hand to gently caress her cheek.
Xu Qiao was scalded by the temperature of his palm, she raised her head in a daze, and was so suffocated for a moment that she couldn't remember to dodge.
He lowered his head slowly, and his forehead was about to touch hers: "Okay, I won't ask." He tried his best to restrain his pathological trembling, rubbed her cheek with his thumb, and his voice was as soft as a whisper, " You don't know, I already know."
It was as if a golden firework exploded in Xu Qiao's mind.
Seeing him getting closer and closer, her hands, her feet, and her body seemed to be soaked in a puddle of water, so limp that she couldn't resist, and she couldn't stop shouting.
Fortunately, Cheng Lang slammed on the brakes the moment he was about to kiss her lips, and stood still on the spot as if something had strangled his throat.
Xu Qiao came back to her senses, backed away with a jerk, and ran out of the cloakroom, leaning her back against the door panel, panting and covering her heart.
In the cloakroom, Cheng Lang adjusted his rapid breathing and uneven heart rate, raised his hand to stroke his sweaty forehead, and sighed.
Still one step away.
Now he really had to take a shower.
—
If Cheng Lang wasn't injured tonight, Xu Qiao would definitely turn around and leave the mansion directly.
But she couldn't leave, so she could only hide in the bathroom on the first floor and take a shower for a whole hour to restore her cool-girl calmness, then crept upstairs, groped to Cheng Lang's bedroom according to the direction of the light, and knocked on the empty door. cover the door.
The next second, a male voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Looking for me?"
Ah, if I'm not looking for you, could it be that I'm looking for Mr. Fei Gao's assistant
Xu Qiao patted her frightened chest, and when she turned around and saw him, the whole hour of bath water washing away was in vain, and the image of the two almost kissing just now appeared in her mind.
She tried her best to make herself forget that the person in the dark blue nightgown in front of her was Cheng Lang. After all, she had never seen him dressed like this before, so she calmed herself down and said, "That's right."
"What are you doing?" Cheng Lang walked over with a glass of water in his hand, smiling as if nothing had happened.
Why is this dog man so calm? Could it be that it was all her erotic dreams just now
Xu Qiao dodged to the corner, leaning her back against the railing of the stairs.
Cheng Lang stopped and waved to her: "I'll just stand here, don't lean on the railing, it's dangerous."
"Oh..." Xu Qiao took two steps forward, "Well, Doctor Song said to take your temperature every three or four hours, but I left my mobile phone in the work room. I want to ask if you have an alarm clock..."
Cheng Lang took a sip of water, walked into the bedroom, put down the glass, took an electronic clock from the bedside table, operated the touch screen with one hand, and asked her, "Come on, it rings every three and a half hours?"
She nods.
Cheng Lang pressed the screen a few times and handed the electronic clock to her: "It's set."
Xu Qiao took it and held it in her arms: "Then you can rest, and I will go to sleep first, and I will take your temperature when the time comes."
Cheng Lang nodded, but he didn't move.
To be precise, he didn't even move his eyes, just staring at her.
Xu Qiao raised the electronic clock a bit, and asked stiffly: "What are you doing? Is there anything else?"
Cheng Lang looked at the skirt on her body that was obviously worn outside, and seemed to be thinking about the words: "Did you not find... pajamas and underwear?"
"..." It's not that Xu Qiao didn't find these two things, but she didn't find them at all, and she wore old clothes to make ends meet.
She was full of horror: "Does the auction even let this kind of thing go? That's what I wore!"
"No," Cheng Lang laughed, "I prepared new ones. Anyway, I have made a cloakroom for you. I think those small and odd cabinets are a bit empty, so I just prepare them all."
Xu Qiao was even more frightened: "You you you!"
"It's just to be prepared. I haven't dismantled it. You can check the seal." Cheng Lang glanced downstairs, "Shall I find it for you?"
"I'll find it myself!" She rushed him into the room.
—
Xu Qiao found brand new pajamas and underwear in the cloakroom.
Fortunately, Cheng Lang is not a pervert, and he prepared ordinary basic models.
She changed into a comfortable outfit, went to the guest room on the second floor to sleep silently, and deliberately placed the electronic clock beside her pillow, but unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright.
She dazedly glanced at the morning light seeping through the gauze curtain, confirmed where she was, and got up repeatedly.
Oops, is she really a pig? The alarm clock can't wake her up so close!
Cheng Lang shouldn't be burned to death!
Xu Qiao quickly ran to Cheng Lang's bedroom, and saw at a glance that inside the half-open door, he was standing in front of the bed in disheveled clothes, and was about to brake in a hurry, but he ran too fast and had too much inertia. It seemed that he had just been waxed, and his feet slipped. Instead of stopping the car, it went straight into the door like a cannonball and fired forward, shooting into his arms.
"..." Xu Qiao felt a piece of chest muscle pressed against her head.
Cheng Lang was unable to support her in time because of the limited movement of one hand. He maintained a posture of not supporting her halfway, suppressing the slight discomfort, and looked down at her: "It's early in the morning, so enthusiastic?"
Xu Qiao raised her head, a large bare chest flashed in front of her eyes, her pupils shrank and she quickly turned around: "Are you okay?"
"What can I do?"
"I didn't wake up last night to take your temperature..."
Cheng Lang smiled.
Xu Qiao heard the truth from this smile, turned around and questioned: "You didn't..." She covered her eyes halfway through speaking, "You didn't set an alarm clock for me at all!"
"Well," Cheng Lang admitted, while struggling with the buttons of his shirt with one hand, "Do you really think I'm willing to let you keep vigil for me?"
Xu Qiao froze, her heart thumped, her sense of urgency gradually weakened, and her questioning momentum weakened, she kept covering her eyes and muttered: "But I stayed here to take your temperature. It's useless... ”
"You want to have some use for it?"
"yes."
"Then take your hand away and help me button my shirt?"
Xu Qiao covered her eyes and said, "I just saw that you have already tied two of them!"
"But very tired."
Xu Qiao hesitantly put down her hand, cleared her throat, looked directly at the scenery in his shirt, and swallowed.
Cheng Lang didn't urge him, he just stood there.
She walked forward slowly, fastened the buttons for him carefully, and twittered to cover up her nervousness: "The weather seems to be pretty good today. There is such a big sun in the early morning. So what, your hands are too tight." Injured, do you still have to go to work?"
Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and saw her slender, white and tender fingers like onion roots moving nimbly across his chest, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, before answering: "I have to go, there is a merger and acquisition case to discuss in the morning."
"Then let's go home and rest after talking..." Xu Qiao bent down, buttoned it all the way, saw the tie in hand, held it in her hand, and stood on tiptoe.
Cheng Lang lowered his head slightly to make it easier for her to move: "Do you want me to go home early?"
"..." said this, as if she would wait for him here, "I'm going to the studio today!"
"Then you will miss me in the studio..."
Xu Qiao's action of tampering with the tie suddenly stopped.
"Did you go home early?" Cheng Lang continued.
Talking out of breath, choking to death is not worth your life!
Xu Qiao tightened his tie tightly.
Cheng Lang coughed lightly, and patiently loosened his clothes: "What are you doing?"
"Murdering a parent..."
Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes and looked down at her.
"Boss." Xu Qiao finished speaking with a smile.
—
The joy of one stick after another lingered on Xu Qiao, until Cheng Lang sent her to the door of the studio, she stopped laughing, and told him seriously, let him get off work immediately after finishing the morning's merger and acquisition case, and take care of all the miscellaneous things Give it to Gao Rui.
After Cheng Lang personally agreed, she got out of the car and went upstairs with satisfaction.
However, this kind of satisfaction that seemed to be above Cheng Lang, seeing him obediently obeying his own words, was exhausted little by little in the next half of the day.
When Rosa asked her why she was not in the mood for drawing today, when Su Shan asked her why she was absent-minded when eating, when Lin Bai asked her how Cheng Lang's injury was, and she said as if she had finally found a reason "I don't know, I'll ask." When she turned around and picked up the phone—she felt that she was too useless.
She, Xu Qiao, a career-oriented strong woman on the verge of success, is actually distracted by a man during working hours
Cheng Lang was simply her class enemy!
She's not cool anymore!
At two o'clock in the afternoon, she moaned and dialed his phone, planning to say "everyone in the studio sent me as a representative to inquire about your current physical condition" as soon as he got through, but unexpectedly, Cheng Lang didn't give her a chance to get through.
After calling twice but no one answered, she was a little flustered, so she turned to Gao Rui's phone and called it.
Gao Rui was quite reliable, and got connected quickly, and continued the confidentiality work rigorously, calling her: "Miss Yu?"
"Where's Cheng Lang?" Xu Qiao asked, "Has he returned home?"
"Ah, Mr. Cheng is still in a meeting at the company, it's only two o'clock..."
"What do you mean it's only two o'clock?" Xu Qiao stood up with a "huh", "It's already two o'clock! He kept promising me to get off work at noon and rest, and he was still in the meeting at this point? Why is the international conference so important? Do you still want his hand?"
"Um, this, he didn't mention..." Gao Rui closed his mouth in the middle of speaking, and changed his words, "Oh no, he mentioned that he would leave early today, and he reminded me, but I forgot, and arranged this for him. A meeting, I be damned…”
"Come on, you don't have to cover for him." Xu Qiao interrupted him, and said in a muffled voice, "He backs out, so I don't care about him." He hung up the phone.
Gao Rui held the phone dripping with sweat, and slapped himself lightly.
Ouch, I would have known that the boss had gone home for an afternoon nap!
He turned his head and glanced at the meeting room, and saw at a glance that Mr. Cheng and Mr. Cheng, young and old, were doing business in the battle. It was not easy to go in and report to Cheng Lang that there was a fire in the backyard, so he had to wait outside.
The fighting between the brothers in the meeting room lasted for a long time, and it didn't end until 3:30.
When Cheng Lang walked out of the conference room, Gao Rui walked forward with relief, and hurriedly said as he walked: "Mr. Cheng, it's not good..."
At the same time, the secretary who rushed up from the president's office also said as he walked, "Gao Tezhu, it's not good!"
The two voices of "It's not good" overlapped, and those who didn't know it thought that the master was taken away by the monster again.
Gao Rui and Cheng Lang stopped together.
Only then did the secretary notice Cheng Lang, and immediately lowered his head, apologizing for rushing to talk.
Cheng Lang raised his hand, signaling that it's okay, let him speak first.
The secretary came up and whispered in Gao Rui's ear: "Gao Tezhu, there is a lady at the front desk who didn't make an appointment. She was dressed in secret and refused to give her name. She only said that she didn't need to make an appointment because of her relationship with you... Have you messed with something... "
Love debt
Gao Rui was taken aback: "Huh?"
With clear ears, Cheng Lang could hear clearly, and glanced at him: "Gao Tezhu, don't bring personal relationship issues to the group, go downstairs and deal with them quickly, don't make a big fuss."
"No, where is the problem that I have no feelings?" Gao Rui rubbed the back of his head in doubt and asked the secretary, "Are you sure you are looking for me?"
"It's true, oh, the other party said, if you don't believe me, I can show you this note." The secretary handed a piece of paper to his eyes.
On the yellow-bottomed sticky note, a feather with fried hair was crudely and directly drawn.
"..." Gao Rui slowly turned his head to Cheng Lang, handed him the note, and smiled, "Mr. Cheng, do you want to bring this personal relationship issue to the group?"