Xu Qiao's hands and feet became limp after being rubbed by him, like a pool of boneless mud, and she couldn't move for a while.
Fortunately, the sound of the elevator door moving again brought her back to her senses. She pushed him away the moment the footsteps approached.
Then there was a muffled "bang", and Cheng Lang's back hit the wall.
At the same time, the neighbor across the door walked around the corner and looked at the two with panic and surprise on his face, as if he was witnessing the scene of domestic violence.
Xu Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and she said that she didn't exert much effort. Seeing the neighbor tilting her head and looking at her with reproachful eyes of "what's the matter with this little girl", she smiled awkwardly and pulled Cheng Lang's arm: "Hey, look at you, you can't stand still after drinking so much wine !"
Then while taking the key to open the door, he dragged the person into the house.
After dragging Cheng Lang into the door, Xu Qiao just turned on the ceiling light in the living room, before Xu Qiao was distracted to think about what to do next. Seeing him standing in the porch, she asked her persistently: "Are you going to celebrate Song Mian's birthday?" ?”
Xu Qiao took off her high heels, and spread her hands at him inexplicably: "I didn't know that today was his birthday, but I ran into him in a restaurant and had lunch together—this is such a cause and effect."
"So you celebrated his birthday." Cheng Lang spoke very slowly to this sad conclusion.
Xu Qiao looked at him funny and angrily.
Is it really drunk and can't understand, or is it pretending to be drunk to find fault
She observed his complexion, and found no abnormal blushing, but seeing his expression changes and body reactions, she was indeed a little slow.
"You just stand here honestly and don't move." Xu Qiao couldn't figure him out, so she gave him a warning look, picked up her phone and walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and called Gao Tezhu, who was on call 24 hours a day He called and asked him in a low voice what happened to Cheng Lang tonight.
"Ah? Did Xiao Cheng always go to your place?" Gao Rui was taken aback, "I just sent him back to the Lishan Mansion about an hour ago."
"Where did he go back to the mansion?"
"President Xiao Cheng attended the signing ceremony for the merger and acquisition of Long An this afternoon. In the evening, he had dinner with Director He of Long An and several senior executives. He did drink a lot of wine during the dinner."
"So when you sent him home, he was already drunk?"
"I couldn't see it at that time. Xiao Cheng was always drunk and slow, and he didn't show his face and ears. Do you see if his ears are red now?"
Xu Qiao walked back to the entrance, and because she was wearing flat slippers, she couldn't see behind his ears at a glance, so she waved to him: "Lower your head."
Cheng Lang frowned, probably not feeling well, but he still lowered his head.
"Oh," Xu Qiao walked back to the room again, "it's quite red, but why does he look like this when he's drunk?"
"Uh, what do you mean?"
This ordinary person is too drunk, not to mention using hands and feet, at least using his mouth and spitting, for example, she is, but although Cheng Lang looks a little clumsy, he still maintains a serious calm, saying that he is not drunk, which made her just now I also suspect that he is pretending to be a ghost.
"Just..." Xu Qiao thought about the adjective for a long time, "Like a puppy."
Gao Rui pondered for a moment, judging from her tone that the word "dog" this time was not derogatory, it seemed to mean to praise Cheng Lang's well-behaved, so he chuckled: "Maybe it's just in front of you, but Mr. Cheng's wine is really good, He doesn’t make trouble when he’s drunk. When Muse played games with you in Yujinfang last year, he also drank a lot. After the game, he returned to the company to work overtime and held three consecutive video conferences. I almost didn’t notice that he was drunk. gone."
Niubi. Don't go crazy when you're drunk, and pull employees into a meeting. If you don't become the president, who will be the president? You deserve to be rich.
"Then he drank so much wine tonight, is it for entertainment, or is there some other reason?" Xu Qiao inquired.
"It's a social occasion, but he wasn't too casual about giving face at the banquet. Today, he drank a lot, and there may be other reasons."
"Is it related to me?"
Gao Rui cleared his throat: "That's what happened. During the lunch break today, a secretary from the President's Office went out to buy coffee. When he passed the tea restaurant, he saw you and Dr. Song eating cake... No, it's their mouthfulness. Mr. Cheng knows. I have already trained them, don't be angry, don't be angry!"
How can this not be angry, this is too annoying.
Because of this nonsense, Cheng Lang didn't remind her to eat on time for two consecutive meals
After hanging up the phone, Xu Qiao walked to the entrance and looked at him with her hips on her hips: "Why are you so stingy? Just tell me a few words, don't you care if I eat or not?"
Cheng Lang looked at her for a while, frowned and said, "He will take care of you."
Xu Qiao tossed and turned to understand what the drunk man in front of him meant.
If it was really a man and a woman celebrating their birthdays alone, then the nature would be rather ambiguous. Maybe Cheng Lang mistakenly thought that she had developed a relationship with Song Mian during the free window, and since he had no status to ask her clearly, he could only be jealous.
But she is also very innocent, Mingming and Song Mian chatted non-stop for Cheng Lang the whole time, who knows why the restaurant sent a cake with a cute girl's heart, as if it was a little sweet surprise she prepared.
"Song Mian and I are innocent, if you want to be jealous, choose the right place to be jealous, okay?"
"You celebrated his birthday." Cheng Lang repeated.
Hey, Xu Qiao felt that she had tried her best.
It's unreasonable to talk to a drunk person. When he sobers up tomorrow, remember the conversation at this moment, and see if he doesn't give her a 360 degree. It's time to mess around."
"But you didn't ask when my birthday is." Cheng Lang frowned, but the tone didn't sound like a question, but rather aggrieved.
"Is there still a need to ask?" Xu Qiao looked at him with her chest crossed, "You must be a Scorpio with a black heart and a black belly, and your birthday is still far away! Isn't it November?"
Cheng Lang didn't speak, probably because he had nothing to say.
Xu Qiao knew this was the case, and made a "stop" gesture: "Don't worry about this, just say that you want to come in or go out now? If you want to come in, change your slippers, and if you want to go out, contact the driver."
Cheng Lang changed into his slippers.
This time it was quite astute.
Xu Qiao looked left and right, and pointed to the sofa: "Sit there by yourself for a while, don't wander around, I'm going to remove my makeup first, and after I'm done, I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup. ,All right?"
When he heard the words "ex-girlfriend", Cheng Lang's expression darkened significantly.
"It's my ex-girlfriend, so no one is allowed to mention it? You can sell it badly when you're drunk. Who will you show your grievances to?" Xu Qiao looked at him, turned and walked into the bathroom, took off her makeup, and after simple skin care, she came out to see Cheng Lang sat upright on the sofa, clasped his hands, and looked down, as if he was thinking about major events in life.
She walked past the sofa with her slippers, and suddenly heard him say in a low voice: "I hired Song Mian for other reasons."
"Ah?" Surprised that he has been thinking about life for so long, and is still obsessed with Song Mian's matter, Xu Qiao took two steps back, tilted his head to look at him, "What did you say?"
"His father gave first aid to my grandfather, so I hired him."
Cheng Lang's words lacked some logic than when he was sober, but Xu Qiao roughly understood. What he was saying was that Song Mian was hired because of his personal relationship, because the Song family was kind to the Cheng family, and Song Mian was in a bad situation, so he intended to help him.
"Why are you telling me this?" Xu Qiao rubbed his nose.
"You met Song Mian because of me."
Oh, it means that he feels that his kindness to help Song Mian has not been rewarded, so he is very sad
Xu Qiao almost made him laugh angrily.
Did he not listen to her explanation just now? This is simply a sex-transformed version of "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen to" Qiong Yao's drama!
"I'll explain it one last time. I'll get angry if you don't listen!" Xu Qiao stood directly in front of him, holding his head in his hands, and said word by word, "I didn't celebrate Song Mian's birthday specially, I just had a meal. Halfway through, when I saw the cake from the restaurant, I realized that today is his birthday, do you understand?"
Cheng Lang squinted down and glanced at her hand holding his face.
Xu Qiao immediately let go of her hand: "Oh, I forgot that you are sick." Looking at his usual expression again, she carefully judged, "Hey, it seems that this kind of contact is okay."
"It doesn't matter if it's you." He grabbed her hands and asked her to hold his face back.
Xu Qiao trembled at his eyes that seemed to be kissing and hugging, and quickly moved away from him: "It's okay with you! I'm fine with you! I'm going to make hangover soup..."
When will the normal version of Cheng Lang come back, she can't stand it anymore, and regrets that she has moved her heart to lure the waves into the house!
Xu Qiao plucked her hair and walked into the kitchen, searched for the cooking method of hangover soup with her mobile phone, and chose a relatively simple one with ingredients and methods from the dazzling recipes - take raw egg white and fresh milk to fry the soup.
It's a pity that this recipe looks simple, and Xu Qiao wasted three eggs just by separating the egg yolk and egg white. When she fumbled in the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup, she felt sleepy.
But Xu Qiao still felt that she was quite remarkable. She hadn't cooked for more than ten years. The last time she touched these pots and pans was when she was a child in her hometown in Nancheng. It was simply too cheap for her ex-boyfriend.
She brought the hangover soup to the coffee table in front of Cheng Lang: "Drink it, and leave after drinking!"
Cheng Lang looked at her, picked up the porcelain bowl, and spooned a spoonful into his mouth.
Xu Qiaozheng secretly lamented how lucky this man was, when he suddenly saw his swallowing movements pause slightly.
"What's wrong?" She blinked.
Cheng Lang gently squeezed out a small piece of broken eggshell from his mouth.
Xu Qiao coughed lightly: "Isn't it normal to have eggshells after adding eggs?"
Cheng Lang nodded to indicate normal.
She really felt that it was normal, and muttered: "There are so many shells in an egg, what happened if I dropped a piece in it?"
Cheng Lang continued to drink in silence, and after a while, he took another bite and squeezed out the second eggshell.
Xu Qiao was blunt and angry: "I cracked three eggs, and it's normal to have three pieces!"
When Cheng Lang ate the fourth eggshell and pinched her throat with a frown, her confidence was finally exhausted, and she pointed to the bowl in his hand: "... why don't you drink it?"
Cheng Lang shook his head.
Xu Qiao went to grab the hangover soup: "Come on, I have to pay for getting you stuck!"
"No need to pay." Cheng Lang dodged and drank the remaining half of the bowl directly on the rim.
Xu Qiao stared at him blankly: "Is it that delicious?"
"generally."
"..." The drunk version of Cheng Lang is not sweet at all!
"Then what do you drink!" Xu Qiao scolded.
"Because you won't cook it for me again in the future."
"..." It turned out that if you want sweetness, you should suppress it first. I'm sorry she retracted the reckless definition just now.
Xu Qiao was silent, sat down beside him, crossed her legs and faced him: "If you think so, I will cook it for you from now on?"
"Well, I miss you."
"..."
Xu Qiao said bitterly: "I mean, do you want me in the future..." She paused in the middle of speaking, forget it, you know it without asking.
She moved forward to get closer to him, and held his face again: "I heard that you tell the truth after drinking, I'm going to ask you some questions now, you have to use your alcohol-filled head and answer me without thinking, understand?"
Cheng Lang kept turning his head in an uncomfortable position and nodded.
"Do you really like me?"
"yes."
"Where do you like me?"
"Face, body..."
"?" Xu Qiao held his hand and almost slapped him.
"...Character, temper, knowledge, everything is cute, and I like everything." Fortunately, he answered quickly.
"Do you like temper? I have a bad temper!" Xu Qiao looked at him incredulously.
"In this way, I can coax you, and coax you from unhappy to happy, and I will be happy."
"Oh." Look, women really have to do a little bit to be cute, Xu Qiao raised her head to look at the ceiling, retracted the corners of her raised mouth, and looked at him seriously again, "If I forgive you this time, after you How are you going to like me?"
"I won't lie to you again, and I won't do anything sorry for you." Cheng Lang blinked slowly, "As long as you want, as long as I have, I will give you everything."
"Give me all the Lanchen Group?"
Cheng Lang seemed to think about it for a moment: "This is for you, it will go bankrupt."
"..." It seems that he uttered the truth after drinking.
"Then you still say that as long as I want it!"
Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "Do you want me to go bankrupt?"
"..." She couldn't be more than a drunk.
Cheng Lang raised his hand and stroked the back of her hand: "The group does not belong to me alone, so I can't give it to you, but I belong to you."
Seeing his eyes, Xu Qiao's heart burst into sparks, as if she had fallen in love for the first time again.
She snorted softly: "I didn't want your group in the first place, just talking casually, am I that unreasonable?"
"Then forgive me for talking casually?"
Xu Qiao sighed in her heart.
When we parted later today, Song Mian also said something to her.
He said that from his outsider's point of view, perhaps both she and Cheng Lang got into a dead end because of the fascination of the authorities.
Cheng Lang's need for medical treatment was not a whim, but a long-standing one, but after meeting her, he put the desensitization attempt into action. There are subjective factors in this.
The principle of self-desensitization of female phobia is that the desire for a person overcomes the fear of disease and shadow. Because Cheng Lang was in a period of extremely complicated mentality in the past, and all his actions were mixed with mental illness, so in fact, maybe he didn't know it clearly - in the whole process, he followed the doctor's advice first Suggestions, whether you want to find someone to cure your illness, or because you long for someone, you decide to follow the doctor's advice and cure your illness.
But in any case, his liking is real, and probably more real than the "like" that healthy ordinary people often talk about.
After all, heart disease still needs heart medicine. According to his original condition, he really couldn't overcome his inner obstacles, endure great pain, and come into contact with her repeatedly under the condition of "just to cure the disease".
Then Xu Qiao recalled Cheng Lang and her body contact again and again since the journey, and seemed to be relieved gradually.
When her head hit the wall, he endured the torment and rubbed her, and after she fell asleep, he insisted on carrying her upstairs with his own hands—in these unnecessary moments, he was trying to be a normal person, a competent Boyfriend, for her.
Including tonight, the abnormality of his accident in front of her also made her feel strongly that his liking was indeed real.
Then she should be able to let go of her past mistakes.
There was silence all around, some people were waiting for the answer in frustration, some people already had the answer in their hearts.
After a long silence, Xu Qiao raised her chin like Joe, and replied with the words he had asked her before: "Do you remember things when you're drunk?"
Cheng Lang was also a little stunned as she was last time.
"I mean, can you remember our conversation the next day?"
"Yes." He nodded.
"Okay, then you are drunk now, I won't talk to you about business, today is February 13th, half an hour later is Valentine's Day, I will see how you behave tomorrow, and I will not forgive you. If you don't remember me now After these words, you should be a single dog!"
Cheng Lang nodded solemnly, raised his hand to cup her face: "I will remember, I will remember."