After hanging up Xu Qiao's phone call, Jiang Fang looked at the pile of empty wine bottles in the living room of the hotel suite, scratched the back of his head with a headache, and pushed the person on the sofa: "Boss Lang?"
Cheng Lang didn't wake up.
Jiang Fang pushed him again: "Cheng Lang."
Cheng Lang frowned, but still didn't respond much.
"Hey, Xu Qiao is here!" Jiang Fang shouted.
Cheng Lang suddenly opened his eyes.
"Fuck." Jiang Fang just tried it casually, and couldn't believe that this "love chemical reaction" would really happen to Cheng Lang.
After all, before Xu Qiao called, Cheng Lang had been drinking all night without mentioning the reason for getting drunk.
Although Jiang Fang was skeptical, he really couldn't believe it—is this the second son of the Cheng family who is making waves to drown his sorrows with wine
Cheng Lang sat up from the sofa, his expression slowly turned from chaotic to clear, his brows were twisted into a Sichuan character, and he glanced at Jiang Fang who said "the wolf is coming".
Jiang Fang shrugged: "Don't scold me, I didn't lie to you, I just got a call." He picked up Cheng Lang's phone and shook it.
Cheng Lang took the phone, glanced at the time, then went through WeChat messages and call records, and asked hoarsely, "What did she say?"
Jiang Fang let out a soft "hiss", and couldn't bear to say it, and sighed: "Aren't you always messing around outside? Your reputation with little girls is too bad. People heard that you drank too much. If you don’t have sympathy, let me tell you directly, don’t play tricks, she just needs to get her passport back.”
Cheng Lang sat silently on the sofa and rubbed his eyebrows.
Jiang Fang looked at his lifeless face, and tentatively said: "I just heard what she said for 24 hours, and you have been procrastinating for a day, have you figured out a way?"
Cheng Lang didn't speak.
I hoped that she would think about it for a day yesterday, which really meant procrastination.
Over the years, apart from facing stubborn mental illness, he has always handled everything with ease and sure success. Just like what he said to Xu Qiao: He has never lost.
So he thought that twenty-four hours was enough for him to think of a countermeasure to deal with this situation.
But it turns out he was wrong.
Maybe love is also a kind of mental illness that is not under the control of people. He does "can" use bitter tricks, but he "can't" use bitter tricks.
After separating from Xu Qiao, he kept seeing her crying in the rain. He really can't use such high-ranking tricks to seduce her again.
So in the end he was helpless - watching helplessly, soberly, at his own helplessness.
"Isn't it Mr. Lang?" Jiang Fang didn't know the inside story, thought the two were just having a small conflict, and looked at him incredulously, "Girls, coax them when they are angry, pamper them when they are sad, and kneel three times when they break up. Nine knocks on the ground and one knock, what's the big deal?"
Cheng Lang stood up from the sofa, walked into the bedroom without a word, and opened the combination lock of the suitcase.
—
Xu Qiao was eating lunch when she heard the doorbell of the hotel.
Yu Jin still has some work schedules in London. Although she is worried about her, she can't concentrate on staying at the homestay, so she is alone for the time being.
Xu Qiao's appetite has been greatly reduced since yesterday, and she was quite sluggish at first, but when she heard Cheng Lang's treatment, she felt that hot chicken and dog men were not worthy of her hunger, so in a fit of rage, she ordered a super luxurious seafood feast to feast on.
There was only one key to the homestay, and she kept it at home in case she needed to go out. So when she heard the doorbell ring, she thought it was Yujin.
Because eating crabs made her hands dirty, she took some effort to wipe them off, Xu Qiao hurriedly opened the door, without looking carefully at the door mirror, she pressed the handle directly.
Then she saw Cheng Lang, and saw Cheng Lang with curry on the corner of her mouth.
Of course, she didn't know it herself.
Cheng Lang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on his solemn face that he hadn't expected.
It's strange, ready to be kicked out, I should be in a bad mood, but seeing her, those low pressures are replaced by a secret joy.
"Are you eating?" He smiled as lightly as possible.
While Xu Qiao frowned at his arrival, she subconsciously looked down at herself, and didn't feel that the news was revealed.
Cheng Lang raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
Just as Xu Qiao dodged away, he withdrew his hand as soon as he touched it, and explained: "It's covered in curry."
"..." It's really embarrassing. She ate green curry today, but luckily her mouth has subsided, otherwise this would be even more ridiculous.
Xu Qiao smelled the alcohol on his body, suppressed the uneasiness, and put on a confrontational posture: "Where is my passport?"
Cheng Lang gestured to the commercial vehicle behind him.
The assistant and the driver unloaded the four suitcases and pushed them all the way into the courtyard.
"I overslept, and I didn't mean to play tricks." Cheng Lang pointed to one of the smaller boxes and said, "Your passport is in here, and I was in a hurry to pack the luggage. You can check to see if there is any shortage."
"I only need a passport, not luggage." Xu Qiao said coldly, turning her eyes away from him.
Almost all of these luggage were things he gave her. He understood her divisive attitude at the moment.
He said silently: "Don't make the distinction so clear with me, okay?"
Xu Qiao didn't speak, squatted down to open the suitcase, took out the passport from inside, then closed the suitcase again, and said to the assistant and driver behind Cheng Lang, "Please move it again." Looking at Cheng Lang again, "Domestic Those, let’s do the math when we get back home.”
As she said, she was about to close the door, Cheng Lang raised his hand to block the edge of the door: "Can you give me ten minutes? It was a bit sudden yesterday, and I didn't explain the whole story clearly. I want to apologize to you once."
"No, I got the message, Xiao Cheng always walks slowly." Xu Qiao shrugged.
Cheng Lang's hand was still blocking the edge of the door.
"Let go." She looked at him.
Cheng Lang remained motionless.
"Then I will close it."
Xu Qiao pushed the door shut, and when Lin Lin held his hand, seeing that he still didn't hide, she slammed on the brakes and pulled the door to a halt, and raised her voice: "Is it interesting to stalk like this?"
"I only want ten minutes." Cheng Lang insisted.
Xu Qiao watched him staring into her own eyes.
That look was like pleading.
A feeling of irritability welled up in her heart, Xu Qiao opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
Just at the moment of stalemate, a familiar female voice came from afar: "Wow, what are you doing, don't you two want to make up? Then my trip was in vain?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then raised her eyes. Cheng Lang also turned around.
With a suitcase in each hand, Zhu Li was standing outside the courtyard gate looking at the two of them.
Xu Qiao was almost moved to tears, covered her mouth and said, "Why did you come here without making a sound?"
Zhu Li walked in pushing the box and glanced at Cheng Lang: "Are you sure you want me to speak in front of him?"
Xu Qiao shook her head, and looked at Cheng Lang with chasing eyes: "Mr. Cheng?"
Cheng Lang glanced at the box in Zhu Li's hand and understood.
Xu Qiao bought the latest air ticket to return home, which meant spending New Year's Eve on the plane, and Zhu Li came to accompany her to celebrate the New Year.
He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Then you talk, I'll go first."
—
After welcoming Zhu Li into the door, Xu Qiao hugged her and vented, and when the vent was over, rainbow farts flew all over the sky: "Men are like clothes, girlfriends are like siblings! The women of the Zhu family are so saucy!"
"Hey, but your family really has no objections? On New Year's Eve, you leave your elders to accompany me to celebrate the New Year. Your brother, father, uncle, don't call me a beauty!"
"Do you think Xiao Zhu always looks like someone who can't deal with this kind of problem? I accompanied them for an early lunch. The elders visited in advance when they should visit, and the gifts and red envelopes of the juniors are all in place. Everything is easy to talk about." Zhu Li Tanshou, "There is New Year's Eve every year. It is rare for you, a koi, to encounter such difficulties once or twice in your life. You should be the most important thing, right? I have a hunch that I will spend the New Year with you today, and I will definitely have a big hair next year."
Xu Qiao pushed and shoved her while laughing, scolding her for seeing money.
"Then how do we spend the night?" Xu Qiao asked after laughing.
"Breakdown is a fart, there is nothing that a hearty sweat can't solve..."
Xu Qiao looked at her from a distance in shock: "You don't want to take me to find that?"
"Which one?" Zhu Li raised an eyebrow.
"Just the 'quack quack' one."
Thinking about it, Zhu Li blinked slowly: "Oh, if you want, it's not impossible for my sister to take you all over the place to explore the Fengyue world, but I'm talking about hot pot."
"..." Xu Qiao chuckled, "I'm also talking about hot pot, dried bamboo shoots and old duck!"
—
After Yu Jin finished his work in the evening, the three met at the hot pot restaurant.
After Yu Jin settled in Italy, she seldom celebrated New Year’s Eve officially. It was not a sad day when she was on a business trip. It was just that three Chinese women gathered at a Chinese hotpot restaurant, felt the atmosphere of the New Year in the restaurant, and aroused some emotions to some extent. .
Compared with ordinary restaurants, the atmosphere of the hot pot restaurant is relatively lively. From time to time, a few Chinese sentences float in the hall, and words such as "lucky money", "the first day of the first lunar month" and "visiting relatives" will be heard.
Considering Xu Qiao's situation, Yu Jin and Zhu Li automatically blocked these words, and they never mentioned their family members. Of course, they didn't talk about Cheng Lang, a disappointing man.
The three of them sat by the window, and outside the window was the night view of London, full of traffic and streamers.
After drinking for three rounds, it may be due to the urging of alcohol. Xu Qiao talked a lot. When Zhu Li said, "Would you like to set off fireworks later, I'll treat you", he suddenly answered: "I promised his mother today , going to his house for dinner."
Zhu Li and Yu Jin looked at each other quietly as if the death button had been pressed.
Although they broke up, Xu Qiao still kept a secret about Cheng Lang's hidden illness, so Zhu Li and Yu Jin still didn't know the source of their conflict. They just saw her so sad and said they were cheated. Naturally on her side.
"Hey, we broke up. Of course, the promised things don't count. Don't tell me you still purposely accompany him to pretend to be affectionate and appease his family? Is it reasonable to ask for completeness?" Zhu Li nudged Yu Jin lightly with his elbow. .
Yu Jin answered: "Yes, Qiao, it's his responsibility to handle these things well, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Oh, I'm not worried about him, I just think his mother is very kind to me, and she canvassed for my votes before, I'm a little sorry for the empty joy..."
Although now it seems that perhaps this favor also has an element of treating her as his son's life-saving medicine.
"Come on, am I treating you badly? I will also canvass for you in the future." Zhu Li poured her a glass of wine and was about to say "Come and have a drink" when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman from the next door bewitchingly. He sat down at the next table and glanced this way.
When Zhu Li sensed that something was wrong with this look, Xu Qiao also seemed to be aware of it and looked over.
Seeing this, she was slightly taken aback.
She remembered this man. It was the one I met when I was taking a sightseeing bus at Cheng Lang's alma mater a few days ago, and asked the driver for a ride, and even winked at Cheng Lang.
But at this moment, the woman's eyes were full of interest and exploration, with a very uncomfortable sense of purpose.
Once is a coincidence, twice is not.
Xu Qiao intuited that this woman had a complicated relationship with Cheng Lang. The last time should not be their first encounter.
But Cheng Lang didn't tell her the details of this woman, and now blindly taking the initiative to attack may instead put him in a passive position.
So Xu Qiao just looked at the other party with doubts on his face, without unnecessary movements.
Zhu Li and Yu Jin obviously felt the sparks sparked after their eyes met in the air.
But they don't know the inside story, so it's not easy to intervene casually.
Finally, after a few seconds of staring at each other, the other party took the lead to pick up the wine that the waiter had just poured, got up and walked over, and said in Chinese with a smile: "Hello, we met before, I remember you, you are Mr. Cheng's." girlfriend."
This feeling as if he was choking his throat, made Zhu Li get goosebumps.
What is the number of routes, so sweet.
Xu Qiao shook the wine in the goblet, stood up holding the wine glass, did not deny her identity for the time being, nodded and said: "Hello."
Then wait for the other party's next words.
Her noble and glamorous, overly calm appearance obviously made the other party a little bit astonished.
After all, if you were an ordinary woman, you might have to jump up and ask her what she wants at this time.
"Let me make a toast." The other party raised his glass after a short period of stiffness, and his words were a little dry.
Xu Qiao smiled and put the goblet back: "There are many people who want to toast me. I don't know what kind of identity this young lady is doing to toast me."
The other party thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Respect the present with the past?"
Xu Qiao's face turned cold.
Zhu Li was dumbfounded.
Respect the present with the past? Damn, is this Cheng Lang's ex-girlfriend
Before she had time to see Xu Qiao fight back, she suddenly heard the waiter say "Sir, how many are you" from behind her, and the next moment, a black shadow flashed in front of her eyes.
A man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly stepped forward and picked up the woman's collar, and pinched her hard on the seat.
"ah!"
The wine glass fell, the tables and chairs were overturned, and everyone around screamed.
Xu Qiao watched this scene in amazement, her mind went blank.
Jiang Fang came to pull people in a hurry: "Cheng Lang, you are crazy!"
Cheng Lang's strength in his hands increased instead of diminished, his eyes were bloodshot looking down at his subordinates, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
After so many years of torture, until just now, when he saw this man standing in front of Xu Qiao with malicious intentions, he thought he might be crazy.