"Gongzi" stepped forward to make a rescue in time, hugged Xu Qiao's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Mom, you scared her."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Zhang Hongjun pinned her hair behind her ears delicately, and said softly to Xu Qiao, "I scared you."
Xu Qiao was sweating bitterly because of her mentally handicapped question just now.
She, Xu Qiao, grew up by the sea in Nancheng anyway, and has seen people with strong winds and waves, how could she become a coward at this time!
After brainstorming for just two seconds, she straightened her back and said with a smile, "It really scared me, I thought you were my sister!"
Zhang Hongjun was taken aback, and covered his mouth in flattery.
Cheng Lang looked sideways at Xu Qiao and raised his eyebrows: Then what have I become
Xu Qiaochong winked at his "big nephew" to comfort him.
Seeing the two people's eye contact, Zhang Hongjun smiled even more, and said to Xu Qiao: "I have been looking forward to a little girl calling me auntie. I have been looking forward to it for many years. This time I will not be a sister!"
Xu Qiao acted cutely, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Hello, Auntie."
"Then what does Auntie call you?"
"My surname is Xu, Xu who is neither sick nor slow, and the single name has the word "qiao", Qiao..." She swallowed the three words "qiaoshangtian".
Cheng Lang answered: "I'm looking forward to it, but I'm going to read it for the fourth time."
"Auntie is really looking forward to it." Zhang Hongjun stepped forward to hold Xu Qiao's hand, "When will Qiaoqiao come to Auntie's house for dinner?"
"This..."
"The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, how about New Year's Eve? My aunt feels distressed when she sees that the New Year's Eve is still going on a business trip." Zhang Hongjun said, winking at his son.
"Oh," Cheng Lang lowered his head and asked Xu Qiao, "Go over to have dinner the night after tomorrow, and we'll go back to the hotel after eating, so we don't waste much time, okay?"
Xu Qiaoxin said that one of your mother and son held my hand and the other pressed my shoulder. I didn't even dare to move. How can I say "not good"
She nodded with a smile: "Good aunt."
Zhang Hongjun was relieved, patted the back of her hand lightly, let go of her, turned to Cheng Lang again, and said in a low voice: "Your grandfather just invited someone to play golf, and I heard that you brought your girlfriend to the exhibition, so I didn't know you were here." London. The old man got angry and said that you won’t visit him when you come back, and you don’t want your grandson anymore. Let’s forget about today, you two are tired from jet lag, go back to rest early in a while, and go to coax the old man early in the morning and pick him up by the way Come and stay for one night, we will have New Year's Eve dinner together the day after tomorrow, huh?"
"Got it." Cheng Lang smiled and nodded.
Xu Qiao swallowed anxiously because of the battle the day after tomorrow, and when Zhang Hongjun parted from the two of them, he showed Cheng Lang his gleaming palms in aggrieved manner.
Cheng Lang touched her hand, and it was covered with sweat.
He laughed: "Don't be nervous, our family is actually not celebrating New Year's Eve, it won't be as formal as in China, just an ordinary dinner."
Xu Qiao looked at him with an expression of "I believe in your evil".
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Because of the time difference, when the after party started, it was already 2:30 am Beijing time.
Xu Qiao ate a little food to fill her stomach at the dinner, and then fell into a sleepy state. It was okay for Cheng Lang and Jiang to lay down, but seeing that their female companion had already started to squint and peck at the rice, both of them took people out of the field ahead of time.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Xu Qiao held Cheng Lang's arm, and fell asleep unconsciously as soon as she plunged her head into his arms. After half an hour's drive back to the hotel, Cheng Lang called her softly, but did not wake her up.
He made a hissing gesture to the assistant who slammed the door of the co-pilot open.
Gao Rui took charge of the group in China for him, and his old assistant Cai An who stayed in London accompanied him and Xu Qiao for the past few days.
Although he is also an "old man" following Cheng Lang, Cai An is not as quick-witted as Gao Rui, and he has not witnessed the relationship between Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao, so he is inevitably not so meticulous in handling things.
Cai An got this gesture, and immediately slowed down, and carefully opened the door on Cheng Lang's side after getting off.
Cheng Lang gently carried Xu Qiaoheng out of the car.
Cai An observed his face, and silently asked with his mouth: "Can you do it?"
Cheng Lang stood up straight, tightened his arms, and nodded.
He had mild shortness of breath and signs of sweating, but nothing serious. The will of "I can't fall Xu Qiao" is enough for him to go upstairs.
He really didn't want to hand her over to his assistant because he couldn't hold her like he did in the National Exhibition Center last year.
It didn't matter much then, but it's different now.
Cheng Lang carried her all the way back to the suite, slowly placed her on the bed in the bedroom, and gently took off her high heels while adjusting her breath.
Xu Qiao woke up because of this action of taking off her shoes, opened her eyes, and saw the darkness in a daze, and gasped in fright.
"It's me." Cheng Lang turned his head and turned on the bedside lamp.
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and sat up from the bed: "How long have I been asleep? Did you carry me up?"
"Hmm." Cheng Lang only answered the last question with one word, not wanting Xu Qiao to find out that he was breathing abnormally.
But Xu Qiao looked at him strangely because he ignored the problem.
He was panting, to be precise, he was suppressing his panting, and his temples were a little wet, as if he had just sweated.
"Am I heavy?" Xu Qiao blinked blankly, then felt something was wrong after asking, and got out of bed to see him, "Wait a minute, are you feeling unwell again?"
"No," Cheng Lang smiled and changed the subject, "You have a hundred catties, right?"
"..." Xu Qiao's attention was really distracted, and she pointed to herself angrily, "Ninety-five, okay? Besides, my net height is 166, so... then what is D, even if it exceeds a hundred catties, it is too much!"
Cheng Lang smiled and rubbed the top of her hair: "It's not too much, I was too much." Seeing her stepping on the carpet barefoot, he picked her up by his arms and moved her to the slippers.
"Isn't it easy to hug?" Xu Qiao snorted, "You still think I'm heavy."
Cheng Lang changed the topic again, and urged her with a smile: "Now that you're awake, go take a shower, can't you girls stay overnight without removing makeup?"
Xu Qiao glared at him, stepped on her slippers and walked into the bathroom with a whimper. After a hot bath, she regained her spirits. She wrapped her wet hair in a towel, put on a bathrobe and applied a mask in the living room, while searching secretly with her mobile phone. —What gift should the woman prepare when she visits the man's house for the first time
She thought about it, everyone in Cheng Lang's family knew her name and name, so it was impossible not to understand her family background, and she should soon know what her situation was like and how tight her money was.
If the matter of giving gifts was directly mentioned to Cheng Lang, he would definitely take care of it for her, but according to his generosity, it is obviously not something she can afford now, and his family will know at a glance—the wool came from On the sheep, this little girl even gave the gift money from her own son!
What a faux pas!
It's better for her to spend her own money and prefer to be poor. Anyway, from the perspective of the Cheng family, it was impossible to be surprised by any gift. She picked it out and bought it herself, at least she got it.
She has no family members to teach these things now, so she has to pay more attention. She doesn't want people to feel that "as expected, the family is down and up, and the upbringing can't keep up."
Xu Qiao lay back on the sofa, flicking the screen of her mobile phone with a sad face, until the time for a mask passed, she still didn't make up her mind.
She took off the mask and threw it into the trash can, gave herself a facial lifting massage with one hand, and continued to check the information with the other, when she suddenly heard Cheng Lang's bedroom door "click" open.
She was taken aback, and hurriedly closed the search page. As a result, the phone slipped from her hand with a snap, and hit the place where she had just shown off the data.
Xu Qiao cried out in pain, and curled up like a shrimp.
Cheng Lang was stunned and quickly stepped forward: "Where did you hit it?"
Xu Qiao was so painful that she had difficulty breathing, she clutched her heart and was speechless.
Cheng Lang's eyes moved down, and at a glance, he saw the clear light under the skirt of the bathrobe that she had pushed away. He wanted to raise his hand to rub it for her, but he stopped stiffly.
He looked away, pulled her into his arms, let her lean against him, thought for a while, and took her hand to rub.
Xu Qiao's eyes were full of stares, he didn't know where the world was, and when he moved for a while and the pain passed, he realized what it was like.
There was a bang of thunder in her head, she suddenly raised her right hand, pressed the back of his hand, and turned her head to look at him in astonishment.
Under Cheng Lang's palm was her left hand, but she didn't feel less.
Moreover, her hand was smaller than his. After covering it, occasionally, his leaked fingertips brushed against it inadvertently.
Before she could react, his fire was already burning.
Cheng Lang stopped and looked down at her.
Maybe it was too much pain, but her eyes were filled with tears, which seemed to be full of affection.
When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse than he imagined: "Does it still hurt?"
Xu Qiao hurriedly rolled her eyes away: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, take it away quickly..."
"Then don't hold me down." Cheng Lang whispered in her ear.
As if touching a hot potato, Xu Qiao quickly let go and sat up straight away from him.
"Wait," Cheng Lang pressed her back into his arms again, and lowered his head to cover her skirt, "Put the clothes together."
Xu Qiao became still and became a sculpture.
Cheng Lang's movements were very slow, so slow that it was annoying. She could even feel that the skirts on both sides were getting closer inch by inch, and during the whole process, he never looked away.
Xu Qiao's head was tense, trying to calm down the crazy heartbeat, he was relieved at the moment when the skirt was completely gathered, but was hugged by him in the next moment.
Xu Qiao sat on his lap and looked at him inexplicably.
Cheng Lang lowered his head and answered her with practical actions, what he wanted to do.
After many days, she was kissed by him again.
This time was a bit different, he seemed to give up patience after a long period of patience, so he seemed a little urgent, before Xu Qiao could react, he easily pried open her teeth.
Xu Qiao subconsciously closed her eyes.
After all, the last time came to an abrupt end, and even after the second attempt, she didn't feel so familiar with it, and she still couldn't help making a sound when he was besieging the city, but this time, her voice was swallowed by him.
Cheng Lang's illness broke out quickly, his bones were trembling, and his pores were sweating, but he held her back of the neck without hesitation, exploring her lips and teeth intuitively.
The frenzied humidity made people feel confused, Xu Qiao gradually couldn't breathe, put her limp fingers on his shoulders, and pushed him a few times.
Cheng Lang finally let go of her, but in fact, he also let go.
The two turned their heads left and right, panting one after another in the silent room.
After a long while, Xu Qiao finally calmed down, but hearing that Cheng Lang's breathing was still rough, she looked at him suspiciously.
However, as soon as her eyes fell on his sweaty face, she was blindfolded by him.
"Baby, close your eyes and do it again." He coaxed her with all his heart, telling her not to look at him.