Hua Yin and Zhou Fei were so shocked that the colored contact lenses seemed to pop out of their eye sockets.
Business airports are dedicated to private business jets, and the passenger flow is very small. The restrooms near the VIP rooms in the terminal building are mostly empty. In addition, because they are in a foreign country, they gossip in their mother tongue without being defensive.
I didn't expect to run into an old acquaintance by such a coincidence.
But this is not the most critical.
More importantly—
Didn't Xu Qiao evaporate after being in trouble? How could she appear in such a place where only rich and noble people can set foot
Moreover, isn't the handbag that she put on the shelf glaringly just now that everyone was annoyed that they couldn't buy it even if they had money, a luxury among luxury goods
The two have been immersed in high-end culture since childhood, and knowing goods is a basic skill.
At this moment, the head-to-toe brand name on Xu Qiao's body, and under the spotlight of the washstand, the more than a thousand black and white diamonds on the handbag are really not fake.
Hua Yin and Zhou Fei were full of crazy questions, their powder puffs hilariously pressed against their noses and remained motionless.
After a brief absence, Wen Yue glanced at Xu Qiao through the half-length mirror in front of her, wiped off the lipstick overflowing from the corner of her mouth with a cotton swab, kept her expression natural, and greeted her: "It's been a long time, I didn't expect to meet Xu Qiao in London. Miss."
Wen Yue was smarter than the two followers, at least she was good at putting on airs, no matter how chaotic and flustered her mind was, she still had a decent and elegant face.
Of course, maybe, she doesn't really care about Xu Qiao hearing the secrets about her sweetheart.
After all, in her opinion, Xu Qiao doesn't have many friends in the circle, let alone the current situation, I am afraid that even spreading gossip lacks an audience.
Xu Qiao put her hands, which were still not touched by Yangchun water, under the sensor faucet, rinsed the foam gently, and said with a smile, "Really? I thought I would meet Miss Wen this time." After speaking, she turned and left under the dryer.
Hua Yin and Zhou Fei stared wide-eyed.
When they talked about Xu Qiao before, they also said that the next time they meet her, maybe it will be in a restaurant abroad, watching her hurriedly serve them plates.
But the reality is: Xu Qiao is the one who is calm and confident, but they are at a loss.
The noise of the dryer gave the two who had their backs to Xu Qiao a chance to whisper.
Zhou Fei turned her head to look at Xu Qiao's delicate and delicate appearance, and while she was twirling her lipstick, she leaned against Hua Yin and said in a low voice: "You are so arrogant, you must be taken care of by some rich man."
Hua Yin shrugged and said: Sure, otherwise? He smiled ambiguously again: I don't know how much effort I have to spend every day serving some fat-headed and fat-eared nobleman in exchange for this body, it's so pitiful.
The dryer stopped working, and the room returned to silence.
Xu Qiao turned her head and saw the unrepentant sneering smiles on the faces of the two of them, thinking about it with her toes, she knew what they were guessing.
There was a vibration from the handbag on the shelf. She stepped forward and took out her mobile phone. When she saw the call from "dog man" on the screen, she hung up and put the phone aside.
Wen Yue, who was always on her side of the corner of her eye, glanced at the note name calmly, and continued to arrange her hair.
Xu Qiao picked up the lipstick and slowly touched up her makeup. When Wen Yue was about to leave, she packed up her handbag. A soul walked around Hua Yin and Zhou Fei, walked to her side and asked, "Will Miss Wen go to the city soon?"
Wen Yue said "Mmm" in a neutral manner.
"Oh..." Xu Qiao was about to say something, but was interrupted by a blond airport staff member.
The other party nodded to the four of them, and said in English, "Excuse me, is there a Ms. Xu here?"
Xu Qiao raised her eyebrows and replied in English: "I am."
"Hello, Ms. Xu, a gentleman in the VIP lounge who claimed to be your boyfriend asked me to come and see if you encountered any difficulties. He was a little worried."
"No, let him wait."
"Okay." The staff backed out, and when they walked outside the door, they seemed to meet someone and said, "Oh, sir, you are here, and your girlfriend replied that she is fine."
At the same time, Xu Qiao and Wen Yue turned out of the bathroom and saw Cheng Lang nodded to the staff: "Thank you."
Wen Yue froze for a moment, then stopped.
Hua Yin and Zhou Fei, who fell behind, almost stared out of their eye sockets again.
Cheng Lang turned his eyes and walked towards Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao tilted her head and smiled at Wen Yue, raised her voice, and said very quickly: "I haven't finished talking just now, I just want to say that Miss Wen seems to be very concerned about my boyfriend's relationship issues, rather than working hard behind the scenes Thinking about it, why don't you take our car and go to the city together to discuss and guess with the little sister, so you can ask me directly on the way?"
Finally, Wen Yue's expression could not remain calm. Looking closely, everything from the eyelashes to the apple muscles to the lips was trembling.
She clutched her handbag tightly and glanced at Cheng Lang who was getting closer and closer.
He obviously heard this decibel clearly.
Cheng Lang walked up to Xu Qiao, grabbed her waist, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Qiao shrugged: "If Miss Wen wants to go with us, don't you mind?"
"If it's your friend, of course I don't mind." Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and hooked the corners of his mouth at Xu Qiao, and then restrained his smile when he turned to Wen Yue, "Does Miss Wen need this?"
"I..." Wen Yue seemed to want to explain something, and when the words came to her lips, she glanced at Cheng Lang's hand on Xu Qiao's waist, and swallowed it back, "No, thank you."
Cheng Lang nodded: "Then let's go first."
Xu Qiao waved to the three of them: "Goodbye, be careful on the way, you three."
Hua Yin and Zhou Fei shivered, and watched the two go away. Seeing Xu Qiao turned her head and looked at Cheng Lang, she asked, "I just stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes and you can still be impatient. How do you do in the mall with your mental quality?" Business?"
Cheng Lang looked at her with a smile: "Is business comparable to a girlfriend?"
Wen Yue's face turned pale again after applying blush.
—
After Xu Qiao walked through the promenade, she turned her face away in a blink of an eye, pushed Cheng Lang away, and gave him a hard look.
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Did I not cooperate well just now?"
After calling her and being hung up by her, he understood the meaning.
Later characters, timing, lines, actions, everything is just right.
Of course Xu Qiao is satisfied with the plot arrangement of tearing up the rival in love, but...
"This is all your after-the-fact remedy!" Xu Qiao snorted coldly, "Who told you to stab Lou Zi first?"
"I think you should want to use tomorrow's exhibition as an occasion for your first appearance, and you don't want to deal with them here."
"Of course I know that you are trying to stop people, and I'm not stupid! But can you restrain your gentleman complex, so that people don't misunderstand that you are interested in her? Don't you know that women have rich imaginations?"
Cheng Lang seemed a little embarrassed: "I don't think I really said much."
"Come on, report it to me in every word, sentence, comma, and period!"
Cheng Lang thought about it for a moment and roughly recounted it.
After hearing this, Xu Qiao thought "oh", and felt that the imagination of the three eldest ladies might indeed be richer than that of ordinary women, but while she was calming down, her attention was attracted by another thing: "Why? Do you still have shared memories of Lush Campus?"
Cheng Lang wanted to say that he and Wen Yue really didn't have this kind of grassy memory, but she and Song Mian were afraid that they really did. You also saw the National Exhibition Center, if it wasn't for Gao Tezhu's reminder, I wouldn't know her name at all, what memories do you think I have with her?"
"But she must have memories of you unilaterally!"
Cheng Lang surrendered: "This is out of my control."
"I know, so I don't blame you, I just want to..."
"Um?"
Xu Qiao looked at him with a smile: "As for me, I have what other people don't have, and of course I have what others have, so I also have memories."
Cheng Lang blinked slowly.
"Why?" Xu Qiao frowned, "Don't you understand?"
"You want me to take you to my alma mater?"
"Yes, can't you?"
It's not that the matter itself doesn't work. But for Cheng Lang, it was the origin of his mental illness, and there were too many uncomfortable and painful memories for him.
He instinctively disliked it.
Although in the eyes of Xu Qiao, who didn't know it, this was a reasonable and romantic request.
Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "I wanted to take you to play nearby after afternoon tea."
"Oh, it's not like I haven't been to London before. I've checked in many landmarks, but I haven't been to your school!"
Cheng Lang glanced at her with a smile: "Are you acting like a baby?"
"..." Xu Qiao coughed, swallowed back her accidentally delicate tone, and said in a rough voice, "No."
"Then act like a spoiled child, and I'll take you there." The smile on Cheng Lang's face deepened.
"Don't scatter, don't pull it down!" Xu Qiao turned her head.
Cheng Lang put his arms around her waist and tightened his arms slightly: "Then tell me, are you jealous?"
Xu Qiao glanced at him, and said in a forced tone, "Oh, a little bit."
"Just a little?"
She looked at him angrily: "It's a lot, it's so much that the Atlantic Ocean next door is not salty, and the Pacific Ocean on the other side is sour!"
Cheng Lang laughed, seemingly satisfied: "Okay, I'll take you there."
—
After finishing her afternoon tea, Xu Qiao quickly paid a painful price for the extra itinerary she "made".
How romantic it is to go to the place where the other half used to live, to see the scenery he has seen, and to walk the road he has walked, are all deceptive. Going a long way while pregnant with an aunt can be listed as one of the top ten painful experiences for girls.
Especially for the sake of being beautiful and rustling, she still refused to take off her eight-centimeter high-heeled shoes. After walking around half of the campus, she walked slower and slower on her own, dragged herself more and more, and grabbed Cheng Lang's arm and said, "That... I think I have enough memories."
Cheng Lang reluctantly stopped speaking the tour guide, called a sightseeing car, and got on it with her.
Xu Qiao felt a little embarrassed at this time, put her chin on his shoulder, and smiled next to him, probably expressing "I was wrong" with a micro-expression.
Cheng Lang sighed and shook his head.
The sightseeing bus passed near the teaching building. Because of the heavy traffic, the driving slowed down. When it stopped at the corner, someone came over and asked the driver if he could get on the bus together.
Cheng Lang was lowering his head to explain the structure of the teaching building to Xu Qiao, when he heard this voice, he suddenly stopped and raised his head.
Xu Qiao was taken aback, followed his gaze, and saw the East Asian woman beside the car smiling at Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang watched her motionless for two or three seconds, but when he looked away, he was decisive and quick.
The smile on the other party's face became stronger.
Cheng Lang said to the driver in English: "Sorry, my girlfriend and I don't want the third person to get on the bus."
The driver turned around and explained to him that this is a doctoral student in the school.
Cheng Lang still expressed his reluctance.
The driver could only apologize to the other party.
The other party nodded in understanding, walked around to Cheng Lang's side and left, and when they passed by him, they gave him a smiling look.
Xu Qiao looked puzzled, and when the person walked away, she cursed in a low voice: "My girlfriend is right next to you and she is still flirting, is she blind or blind?" Then she lamented, "Why have I been around for a long time and no man followed me?" How about I strike up a conversation? Could it be that there are really ten handsome guys and nine gays here?"
The sightseeing car drove forward unimpeded again, Xu Qiao was distracted by the scenery along the way, and continued to look at the scenery with her cheeks propped up.
After watching for a while, she suddenly felt that something was missing.
What about Cheng Lang's commentary
She pointed to the distance and asked, "Is there any story about that sculpture?"
"Huh?" Cheng Lang's voice sounded a little absent-minded.
Xu Qiao turned her head to look at him strangely, and was startled.
His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face and lips were as pale as a shade.
"Why is your face so ugly?" Xu Qiao was taken aback, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Cheng Lang closed his eyes.
He was also surprised. He thought that his physical condition had improved a lot recently, but after many years, meeting that "woman" again gave him a more serious stress reaction than usual.
Even if this "woman" didn't touch him at all.
He suppressed the discomfort all over his body: "It's okay."
"Why are you all right?" Xu Qiao poked his forehead in a panic, "You're sweating all over. What's wrong? Where is your school's infirmary? Or is there any other hospital nearby?"
She said that she was going to ask the driver in front of her. Cheng Lang pressed the back of her hand: "No, maybe it's because I just had afternoon tea and I'm a little dizzy in this car."
"Really? Have you ever had motion sickness before?"
"I've been working a lot lately, so I haven't had a good rest..." Cheng Lang answered with a frown.
"Then don't take the car." Xu Qiao hurriedly called to stop the driver, paid the fee in a hurry, and helped Cheng Lang to the corridor beside him, letting him sit on the bench.
Cheng Lang put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and closed his eyes. The sweat on his forehead trickled down his temples and landed on the grass.
Xu Qiao bent over to look at him beside him: "Is it better?"
Seeing Cheng Lang's teeth trembling and not speaking, she looked like she was about to cry: "Don't scare me..."
Cheng Lang turned around and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Xu Qiao's legs were a little weak, and being hugged by him, he almost staggered and fell backwards, barely able to stabilize his heels and stand up straight.
Cheng Lang buried his face in her lower abdomen and took a deep breath slowly.
Xu Qiao put her arm around his head, stroked his hair to comfort him, and patted his back with the other.
Time passed by, and she looked down at the man in her arms, feeling that his trembling was gradually calming down, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, she hugged him even tighter.
The moist wind carried the smell of dead branches, sweeping through the promenade with a unique smell of London winter.
When Cheng Lang said "it's okay", Xu Qiao was thinking - she's finished.
She thought that she accepted Cheng Lang's liking because he was kind to her, and because a woman naturally approached and worshiped an invincible strong man.
But she suddenly discovered just now that she actually developed affection for a man who was strong enough.
She thought she might have been... really fucked.