Xu Qiao, who was full of murderous arrogance and owed her boyfriend, didn't last long.
Early the next morning, when Cheng Lang knocked on the door and asked her to get up for breakfast, she curled up on the bed like a dying shrimp and couldn't move, and said lowly to the door of the guest room: "I can't get up, I won't eat..."
"Not feeling well?" Cheng Lang frowned and twisted the doorknob, stopped halfway through the twist, and confirmed, "I'm coming in."
"Oh..." Xu Qiao replied weakly.
Cheng Lang opened the door and went in, and saw that she had wrapped herself in the quilt with only half of her head exposed, looking at him aggrievedly.
"What's wrong?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her forehead.
"My unworthy aunt came to see me..."
Cheng Lang breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Qiao choked on his "okay" micro-expression: "What's your reaction?"
"Thought you were sick."
"Do you think I am better than being sick now? Have you never heard of 'Dysmenorrhea is not a disease, and the pain will kill you'?" Xu Qiao had a hateful expression of "I don't understand the darkness of night during the day".
"Where are the period supplies I prepared for you last time?"
"I just took the painkiller, but it hasn't worked yet." Xu Qiao closed her eyes in a self-defeating manner.
Cheng Lang brushed away the messy hair on her forehead: "Then is it useful for me to rub it for you now?"
Xu Qiao opened her eyes again in a jerk: "Where are you rubbing?"
"Where does it hurt?"
That location is too private! I'm going to rub my panties.
"I don't want you to rub it." Xu Qiao rolled up the quilt, rolled it left and right, coiled herself like a worm.
"Then what can I do?"
"What do you think you can do when your wife has a baby in the future?"
Cheng Lang thought about it carefully and answered, "Shouting cheers from the side?"
"..."
Xu Qiao's rhetorical question originally meant "Of course you can't do anything", but when he answered it in a serious manner, she imagined the picture of the collapsed person, and laughed out loud: "It's so stupid."
Cheng Lang wanted to have some fun to distract her, but she beat her up instead. He smiled and said, "I see that you become energetic when you scold others, how about I scold you a few words?"
"How can you scold out of thin air? You have to let me find fault first."
Cheng Lang's hand came over.
"What are you doing?" Xu Qiaolian was taken to hide.
"I'll find fault with you." Cheng Lang fumbled for the quilt that she had hidden, "Pull the quilt away, be good."
"Wow, you are so lustful, bold, and beautiful!"
Cheng Lang stopped his hands and said with a smile: "Do you know how others commented on my hand when I attended events before?"
"how?"
"Gentleman's hand."
The corners of Xu Qiao's mouth twitched: "Sure enough, I can only deceive 'others'."
Cheng Lang smiled noncommittally: "You really don't want me to rub it?"
"Replacement as fake."
"Then let me bring in breakfast and feed you some?"
"I really don't have an appetite."
"I have to go to the airport in a while, and I need to eat a little stomach pad, or I will suffer from hypoglycemia."
Xu Qiao compromised and struggled to get up to brush her teeth.
Cheng Lang brought a bowl of pumpkin porridge, and sat by the bed to feed her a spoonful.
"When are we going to leave?" Xu Qiao asked wearily after finishing the porridge.
Cheng Lang glanced at his watch: "In another hour and a half, you can take a break."
"Didn't you say it will take off after ten o'clock?"
"Take the group's business jet, there is no need to advance too much."
"Oh? Is this a public plane for private use?"
Cheng Lang laughed: "Being my girlfriend doesn't need to distinguish between public and private."
"Alas!" Xu Qiao snorted at him, and when Cheng Lang turned his head and handed the bowl to Aunt Sun, all his pretended calm collapsed, and the bed trembled with laughter as he hugged the quilt.
It's cool to have a boyfriend with money.
Cheng Lang wiped his hands with a towel, pulled the blackout curtains tightly for Xu Qiao, and turned back.
Xu Qiao immediately restrained her smile and continued to pretend to be calm.
He patted her across the quilt: "Sleep a little longer."
Xu Qiao touched her swollen stomach and complained: "I'm fed up by you, I can't fall asleep."
"Then rub it for you to help digestion?"
Xu Qiao glanced at Xiao Xu Fei Dao at him: "Are you sure it's a gentleman's hand?"
"certainly."
"Okay." She threw back the quilt and put on a "come on" posture.
It doesn't have to be so explicit.
"Don't catch a cold." Cheng Lang sat leaning on the edge of the bed with a smile, covered her with the quilt again, put his hand in from the edge, and groped for her stomach.
Xu Qiao suddenly realized something was wrong, and took a sharp breath to close her stomach.
Cheng Lang's palm fell instantly, and he asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"
Xu Qiao held his breath and refused to relax.
Cheng Lang suddenly understood: "No matter how thin a girl is, it's impossible for her stomach to bulge after eating."
Xu Qiao glared at him.
He raised his hand, giving her a chance to speak.
"Who said I was afraid that you would think I was fat?" Xu Qiao had a questioning expression of "you have such a big face", "Isn't my figure not enough for you to see?"
"Oh, it's more than enough." Cheng Lang smiled and walked her down the steps, moving his hands away from her stomach and moving down, "Then rub your stomach if you don't want to. Is the dysmenorrhea the pain here?"
Xu Qiao lay on her back with stiff hands and feet: "I still have to go down..."
"Here?" Cheng Lang moved a little further.
"Further down..."
Cheng Lang's movements froze for a moment, his eyes rolled away, his Adam's apple rolled, and when he moved down again, he became more cautious.
Feeling his hand slide inch by inch along her navel, Xu Qiao slammed the back of his hand: "Stop!"
Cheng Lang looked down at her.
"It's here..." Xu Qiao cleared her throat.
Cheng Lang's hands began to rub gently.
The warmth spread, and Xu Qiao could not help feeling the gentle and healing touch. His body slowly stretched and relaxed, and he commanded him: "You can use more force."
"You have to knead in a circular motion."
"Slow down."
Cheng Lang quickly grasped the essentials.
Xu Qiao closed her eyes and moved her toes comfortably: "It seems that smart people can learn everything quickly."
Cheng Lang laughed: "It's better to teach my girlfriend."
"Slick tongue..." Xu Qiao's consciousness gradually became blurred, she read a few words in a daze, and fell asleep again.
Cheng Lang continued to work mechanically, and found that the touch through a layer of fabric hardly caused any adverse reactions, so he leaned against the bed board and let out a deep breath.
—
At one o'clock in the afternoon in London time, after a ten-hour flight, the two landed at the business terminal of the airport.
Xu Qiao watched an old movie on the plane to pass the time, ate a meal halfway through, and spent half of the rest of the time closing her eyes and resting her mind, half of the time she was flipping through magazines, and even put on makeup before landing.
The conditions on the private business jet were similar to those of a simple hotel on the ground, and it was not tiring at all. She regained her energy a little bit. After getting off the plane, seeing that London was cloudless in the afternoon, she was in a good mood, and asked Cheng Lang what his plans were for a while.
"Go to afternoon tea first." It was five hours before the two of them ate the plane meal, and it is really time to eat something now, Cheng Lang asked when passing by the VIP lounge, "It will be about an hour's drive to the city, now Do you want to go to the bathroom? Go straight to the end and turn left."
Xu Qiao nodded, took the handbag with the aunt's towel on it: "You wait for me in the lounge."
Cheng Lang turned into the lounge, picked a seat at random by the door and sat down, took a mobile phone to reply to a few work messages, and suddenly caught a glimpse of three young women passing by through the glass wall from the corner of his eye.
Two of them walked a little behind, following the one in front with the intention of swarming.
Cheng Lang turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the pedestrian.
Soon, a female voice confirmed his guess: "Yueyue, are you going to the bathroom to touch up your makeup?"
It was Wen Yue and her friend.
Cheng Lang made a decision within three seconds, and before Wen Yue walked to where Xu Qiao was, he pushed open the door of the lounge and walked out: "Miss Wen?"
Wen Yue stopped, turned around, took off her sunglasses, and said pleasantly, "Cheng Lang, what a coincidence."
Cheng Lang nodded to her and the two stunned women behind her.
Wen Yue made decent gestures and introduced the two people behind him with a smile: "This is the granddaughter of Director Hua of Huaying Entertainment, Hua Yin, and this is the niece of Director Zhou of Bisheng Real Estate, Zhou Fei."
He signaled Cheng Lang to the two people behind him: "I don't need to introduce you, Mr. Cheng of Lanchen Group."
"Xiao Cheng is good." The two waved their hands nervously and excitedly.
Cheng Lang nodded, looked in the direction of the bathroom calmly, and continued to talk to Wen Yue: "Maybe Miss Wen's trip is also to participate in the London High Jewelery Exhibition tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes, you too?"
"yes."
Wen Yue glanced behind him, saw that he was alone, bit her lip, seemed to want to say something, but then stopped suddenly.
Zhou Fei rolled her eyes and interjected, "Actually, Yueyue is already tired of participating in this kind of jewelry exhibition. I was invited to come here this time because I want to go back to my alma mater, right?" Wen Yue.
"Well, I came here one day earlier because I planned to go back to my alma mater this afternoon."
"Oh, that's right." Cheng Lang nodded lightly.
Zhou Fei said anxiously: "Boss Xiao Cheng and Yueyue graduated from the same university, do you want to be together..."
Wen Yue pinched her wrist quietly, hinting her not to talk too much.
Cheng Lang glanced in the direction of the bathroom again, but he still didn't see Xu Qiao.
However, the topic has reached a point where it has to be closed.
He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Sorry, I have other important arrangements."
Wen Yue's face seemed a little uneasy, she smiled dryly and said, "It's okay, you're busy, then I'll go first."
Cheng Lang nodded, waited for the three to leave, sighed, picked up his phone and sent Xu Qiao a message.
In the washroom, Xu Qiao was pulling the side zipper of her skirt when she heard a vibration from the shelf beside her.
Just as I closed the zipper, I was about to pick up my handbag and push the door out, when I suddenly heard the sound of high-heeled shoes, and an excited female voice mixed in: "I think Cheng Lang must be interested in you!"
"?" Xu Qiao stopped suddenly when she pressed the door lock.
Outside the cubicle, another female voice quickly echoed: "That's right, otherwise, why would he deliberately pull you to talk so much? He looks at you in a wrong way, as if he really doesn't want you to leave."
Xu Qiao laughed silently, with a handbag in one hand and one hand on her hip, ready to hear who the heroine is.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely familiar voice sounded: "Don't talk nonsense, we are the relationship between seniors and younger sisters."
Grass.
Xu Qiao swears in her heart.
Wen Yue continued: "And I heard that he seems to have a girlfriend."
"Who? I haven't seen him bring it out before."
"I don't know. A while ago, there was a rumor from Lanchen's side that a woman who was dressed in a secretive way went to the group to find him and entered his office." Wen Yue replied.
"That must be an 18th-tier Internet celebrity who is not popular and not well-known. This kind of thing is just casually playing with freshness and freshness. How can you talk about marriage? Maybe you don't even count as a girlfriend."
"That's right, I think you and Cheng Lang are too ladylike, too gentlemanly, dawdling! If you want to change, I'll just go straight to it! Men, in fact, they all eat that way."
The broken hair on Xu Qiao's forehead froze.
"Let's talk about it, we will meet again at the exhibition tomorrow." Wen Yue stopped the two of them, "Fix up makeup first."
"Oh, Yueyue, this handbag of yours looks so good. Is it the new series they just launched this year? You got it before it was advertised and launched?" Hua Yin pointed to Wen Yue's handbag and asked.
Zhou Fei answered quickly: "You just found out, I've been envious all the way. Alas, the bags in this store are really 'following the dishes'. It's not enough to just spend money, you have to have contacts. A few days ago, I asked my uncle to help grab it." Their house only produces one diamond-encrusted handbag a year, and they didn't even get a single diamond!"
Wen Yue smiled: "That handbag almost ends up in the hands of celebrities in the political circle every year. There is really no way."
Xu Qiao sneered silently, weighed the diamond-encrusted handbag in her palm, opened the compartment door and walked out.
The three lipstick-wearing women froze in the mirror for a moment.
Wen Yue's hands trembled, and the corners of her mouth were painted with lipstick.
Xu Qiao came forward with a smile, gently put her handbag on the side shelf, squeezed some hand sanitizer on her hands, and lathered slowly: "Miss Wen, it's really you, long time no see."