In the living room, while pouring tea for Stephen, Cai An sighed with relief, "After trying so hard for so long, I finally saw this tug-of-war..."
Before he could say the word "brightness", he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.
Cai An slowly turned his head as if aware of it, and met Xu Qiao's death stare.
Xu Qiao stood inside the bedroom door, probably just opened the door.
But this falsely concealed door obviously does not have any sound insulation effect.
Cai An choked stiffly in place.
When Xu Qiao left the hotel in the morning, he deliberately dismissed the driver. After Cheng Lang heard about it, he remembered seeing her secretly checking information on her mobile phone last night, and thought that she had gone to buy a gift secretly, thinking that since she wanted to do her best, Just pretended not to know, and didn't let the assistant and driver follow her.
So Xu Qiao's exact whereabouts became a mystery.
When Cai An came in, the heating in the room was off. Of course he didn't expect this mystery to fall here from the sky.
He recalled the conversation with Stephen, and he yelled in his heart, his face turned pale: "Miss Xu, just now..."
Every cell in the assistant on the opposite side exudes a guilty conscience that is "finished", which adds evidence to Stephen's words just now-Cheng Lang is using love to treat illnesses, treating her illnesses, and treating her mouth and her mouth The body heals.
Xu Qiao wrote "very good, good job" all over her face, and nodded to herself.
Stephen looked at Xu Qiao unexpectedly, and was about to confirm the girl's identity with Cai An, but saw her pick up her handbag and turn away.
The moment the door slammed shut, Cai An chose the latter between "chasing after him" and "contacting Cheng Lang".
After all, he was just an assistant, and he couldn't stop the girlfriend of his immediate boss even if he chased him.
He hurriedly dialed Cheng Lang's phone: "Mr. Cheng, something happened!"
—
Furious, Xu Qiao hailed a taxi at the entrance of the hotel, got into the back seat of the taxi, and froze when the driver asked her where she was going.
No, she doesn't know where to go.
I just feel that I want to vent my anger, and I just feel that I can't stay in the place where I lived with Cheng Lang Qingqing, but she really doesn't know where she can go in this foreign country.
The driver looked up at the rearview mirror and said in English, "Ma'am?"
She raised her head to look in the rearview mirror, and before meeting the driver's questioning eyes, she first saw her red and swollen lips.
Cheng Lang didn't care about her life and kissed her last night!
At first I thought it was because I was too attractive, but now I think about it, is she his girlfriend or his medicine
The phone vibrated, showing that the dog man was calling.
Xu Qiao turned off the phone irritably, and said to the driver: "Let's drive along the main road first!"
London has rainy winters. Half an hour after the taxi drove out, dark clouds gathered over the head to cover the sky and the sun. It was noon, but the sky was so gloomy that it was about to fall into the night.
The cool rain fell quickly.
Xu Qiao sat in the back seat blankly, watching the rain falling from the wind, gradually becoming pea-sized raindrops, crackling on the car window.
The wipers wiped faster and faster, but the driver slowed down accordingly. After a while, he asked the back seat: "Ma'am, there is no road ahead, where should we go next?"
She glanced at the bad rain outside, but before she could make up her mind, she heard the driver say, "Since ten minutes ago, there has been a car following you, ma'am."
"Let it go," Xu Qiao knew who it was without looking back, and said sullenly, "Turn right ahead and continue driving."
The driver turned on the turn signal. Maybe he saw that she was in a bad mood and couldn't bear it, or maybe he found that it was a luxury car following her. It was not easy to guess her identity, so he enthusiastically asked her if she wanted to listen to music.
She said whatever.
The driver asked her again if she was Chinese.
she said yes.
Then a Chinese CD sounded: "Every street, everyone's mouth, the first sentence of meeting is Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations—"
Xu Qiao's tears fell down patter.
She is like this, congratulations
The driver noticed something was wrong through the rearview mirror, and explained: "Chinese New Year is coming soon, I heard this is a song to celebrate the New Year... Ma'am, if you don't like this, then can I change a song for you?"
Xu Qiao wiped away her tears and said, "I'm so unhappy, why is your sound so happy?"
"I'll change a sad song for you right away."
The driver changed the playlist, but still chose Chinese songs.
Soon, a song with a hint of warmth in sadness and a glimmer of hope in its heaviness sounded: "Happy breakup, I wish you happiness, you can find something better..."
The rain is getting weaker. Compared with the violent wind and rain, the continuous and chaotic patter outside the window at this moment is more suitable for the scene of this song.
Xu Qiao sobbed harder and blurted out in her mother tongue: "This car is almost impossible to sit in!"
Although the driver didn't understand what she said, his sadness knew no borders. He somewhat felt empathy from her tone and asked, "Ma'am, do I need to stop for you? You've walked a long way."
This reminder made Xu Qiao look at the meter.
The numbers that were still jumping up made her wake up in an instant.
The black cabs in London are too expensive, and I can't even relax. What a poor little girl she is.
Xu Qiao sniffled dejectedly: "Stop!"
The car turned to a temporary stop, and when Xu Qiao lowered her head to take money out of her handbag, she suddenly felt a shadow cast out of the car window.
At the same time, the front window was knocked.
The driver opened the door locks and windows.
Earlier, Cai An handed over a large amount of British pounds to the driver, expressing that there was no need for change.
Cheng Lang opened the car door on Xu Qiao's side, propped up a sixteen-bone black long-handled umbrella, bent down, and reached out to her.
Xu Qiao ignored this hand, walked down and stared at him fiercely: "Why are you following me?"
Cheng Lang was suffocated for a moment because he found that she had just cried.
Cai quietly retreated to a distance, and the taxi drove away quickly.
In a remote alley, under this umbrella, there is no sound other than the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, even breathing is silent.
"I want to explain to you." Cheng Lang frowned at her, raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of her eyes, but she avoided it.
"When I asked you to explain, you could lie to me, and even the process of confessing to me was full of lies. Will you tell me the truth now?"
Xu Qiao was talking about the night Cheng Lang proposed dating her.
If she hadn't asked about it all along, then his lack of opportunity to explain could be forgiven. But she clearly gave him a chance to be honest.
Cheng Lang took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I promise, from this moment on, everything I say is true."
"Okay, let's talk about it. You said that you want to explain. The word explanation exists for misunderstanding. You mean that I misunderstood you, and you mean that Stephen's words completely turned right and wrong, right?"
Cheng Lang was silent.
"Say it!" Xu Qiao urged him with tears in her eyes.
"I don't deny that, regarding the matter of falling in love, regarding you, at the very beginning, I had some unsophisticated thoughts..."
Xu Qiao nodded and understood. Seeing that he was having a hard time choosing words, she continued to speak for him: "But later, you think that I am more important than curing the disease?"
"Yes." Cheng Lang nodded, but did not breathe a sigh of relief.
Because he already knew what the problem was: she was right, explanations exist for misunderstandings, and misunderstandings can be cleared up with explanations, but mistakes cannot.
He made a mistake, which cannot be dismissed lightly with just a few sentences of explanation.
Sure enough, Xu Qiao continued to ask: "Then can you tell when and where the boundary between 'once' and 'later' is? If you can tell, why don't you tell me the truth when you are sure of your mind?"
Cheng Lang couldn't answer. He really didn't think about it.
Such silence seemed a little hurtful in Xu Qiao's eyes.
Let her believe things that he can't even tell? Xu Qiao's tears fell down without a thread: "Break up! I want to break up!"
Cheng Lang felt that the depression in his chest was more uncomfortable than when he was sick. His eloquence fell apart the moment she cried because of him.
He selectively ignored the word "break up", stepped forward to hug her, stabilized the umbrella with one hand, and pulled her into his arms with the other, rubbing her back, as if trying to warm her up: "Don't cry, outside It's cold, will you go back with me?"
"Not good!" Xu Qiao pushed him hard.
Cheng Lang was afraid that she would hurt him, so he had to let her go: "Then where do you want to go?"
"I want to go back to my country, you give me my passport."
"Don't be like this." The matter of returning to China is not a big deal in itself, but Cheng Lang has a hunch that if she is really let go, if this matter cannot be resolved on the spot in London, the result may be in an irreparable situation.
"You want to tie me up in London? Mr. Cheng, restricting the personal freedom of your ex-girlfriend is too unfashionable, isn't it?"
This title made Cheng Lang hesitate slightly.
"I just don't want you to make decisions out of anger. You can be unfair to me, but don't be unfair to yourself." He closed his eyes, "Tomorrow, if you still have the same idea by this time tomorrow, I will give you my passport Here you are, you can think about it for at least a day, okay?"
"Okay." Xu Qiao didn't think twenty-four hours would change her mind.
Cheng Lang took out his mobile phone and showed her: "I just contacted Ms. Yu. This is her residence in London. If you don't want to go back with me, can you stay with her? I really don't worry about you alone."
—
Xu Qiao didn't expect that she returned to Yu Jin's place at the most desperate time.
What Yujin lived in London was not a hotel, but a B&B, which happened to have two bedrooms. She didn't ask why Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang were arguing, seeing her in such a mess, she probably knew it was not a trivial matter, so she left her a private space.
In the afternoon, Yu Jin went to the Jewelry Association to participate in the exchange meeting. Xu Qiao really didn't have such a mind, and stayed alone in the hotel with nothing to do.
Cheng Lang promised her that he would not disturb her unless necessary, and told her not to turn off the phone so that other people could not find her.
After she returned to the homestay and regained her composure, she felt that there was no need to lose her temper like this, so she kept the communication open again.
As soon as I turned on the phone, I saw Zhu Li sending a message asking her if she would go back to China on New Year's Eve.
She couldn't hold it back and told her that she broke up with Cheng Lang.
Zhu Li called over the phone: "What's going on, you guys?"
"At once… "
Xu Qiao felt that women were really made of water, and the tears kept flowing. She cried before she opened her mouth, and after crying for a while, Zhu Li panicked from guessing that Cheng Lang was cheating on her, to guessing that he was actually a gay cheating on marriage.
"No!" Xu Qiao was provoked by her to cry and laugh, but she couldn't tell Cheng Lang's hidden illness, so she had to briefly summarize, "Anyway, he lied to me about one thing."
"Oh, as long as it's not a principled mistake, don't just divide it!"
"What is a principled error?"
"Just the two I just mentioned, cheating and cheating on marriage."
"Then if I found out, he might not like me that seriously?"
"Sure enough, it's the first time for a girl to be in a serious relationship. You're asking this question so lightly..." Zhu Li was dumbfounded by her question.
"This question is very important!" Xu Qiao argued.
"OK, if you're serious about him, it does matter."
Of course Xu Qiao is serious, and just recently discovered that she likes Cheng Lang very much, so today's show is even more bolt from the blue for her.
"If you really can't live with him, go back to your country!" Zhu Li said.
"He has confiscated my passport!" Xu Qiao wiped away tears.
"What?" Zhu Li was surprised, "Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If it's for freedom, you can throw away both. How dare this man restrict your personal freedom?"
Xu Qiao explained what Cheng Lang meant.
"Then even if you buy the nearest ticket, you may still have to celebrate the New Year on the plane." Zhu Li couldn't bear to hear it.
"Whatever you want," Xu Qiao said, with a non-mainstream air of love buried in her body, "I can't live alone."
—
Xu Qiao hardly fell asleep all night.
At noon the next day, as soon as the twenty-four hours came, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Cheng Lang. I only typed two words: "Passport."
There was no response from the other side.
Half an hour later, Xu Qiao dialed his number and scolded him as soon as he was connected: "I promised to return my passport within 24 hours. It's boring for you to be a rascal like this!"
After a moment of dead silence, the other side made a tentative cry: "Siblings?"
Xu Qiao looked away from the phone, then moved the phone back to her ear: "Boss Jiang?"
"It's me." Jiang Fang hissed, "Then what, did you quarrel with Mr. Lang?"
Xu Qiao didn't answer directly: "Why is his mobile phone here with you?"
"Hey, he dragged me to drink all night last night, and I became confused after drinking, and now I'm falling asleep."