Although I didn't feel that a relationship needs to be vigorous and public when we are in peace, but on the day when the unscrupulous media indirectly labeled "abandoned woman" to get such a lovely and aboveboard clarification, I have to It is said that Princess Xu's mood really took off from the bottom of the valley and boarded a colorful helicopter.
Xu Qiao stretched out one foot, tapped the toe of the shoe on the edge of forgiveness, and tested him: "If you are not satisfied?"
On the other side of the screen, Cheng Lang, who was holding the phone, smiled.
If she is really dissatisfied, she will not reply to this message at all.
So he typed, "Then come and open the door."
Xu Qiao stood up suddenly, walked to the French window and looked down, and saw a black car parked in front of the studio.
It wasn't the Bentley that she chose in the past to keep her low profile, but the coquettish and eye-catching out-of-print Zeppelin that was killed on the road. That car was known as the "Moving Palace" and was engraved with Cheng Lang's imprint in Beicheng, representing himself. Zeppelin.
Standing by the window, she felt a little joy in her heart, then turned and walked outside. As soon as he opened the studio door, he was startled by the people standing outside.
It turned out that it wasn't the car door, it was the room door.
Cheng Lang smiled and shook the things in his hands: "If you are not satisfied, take a look at this again?"
Xu Qiao looked intently at the cuboid velvet gift box in his hand, and saw that the jewelry hadn't escaped from the package. But the brand name was not written on the gift box, so we can't tell what happened for the time being.
She pretended not to be curious, careless or rare, and said in a low voice, "Jewelry designers have very picky tastes, so don't you be afraid of thundering when you give jewelry?"
"I'm afraid." Cheng Lang nodded. When his girlfriend is a senior player in the jewelry industry, choosing jewelry has indeed become a difficult problem, "So I didn't dare to give jewelry."
"Oh?" Xu Qiao couldn't pretend to be nonchalant anymore, she glanced at the gift box, caught his gaze, and quickly looked away.
Cheng Lang opened the gift box with a smile, gently held it in his palm, and put it under her eyes.
Xu Qiao was shocked by the flashing light in the box.
This is a red diamond as bright as pigeon blood.
He didn't give her any jewelry, but directly gave her a diamond, which is recognized as the rarest and rarest color among colored diamonds in the world.
The world's largest red diamond was discovered in Brazil in 1960, and it was only 5.11 carats after carving. It is known as a priceless treasure. More than 50 years later, the Argyle Diamond Mine in Australia produced the second largest red diamond, which was only 2.11 carats after cutting, and the estimated auction price reached nearly 70 million yuan.
And the red diamond in front of Xu Qiao at the moment, although its carat is not as good as them, its color and luster is not inferior to them, especially today when the Algay Diamond Mine is about to be closed, such a blood-red diamond is almost a masterpiece.
For a jeweler, this is a diamond that is beyond the reach of the stars to "touch", let alone "own".
Xu Qiao slowly took the gift box in disbelief, held it in her palm, and blinked at Cheng Lang.
She has always known that this man's shots are unusual, but even with such psychological expectations, he can still break through the upper limit of her imagination time and time again.
Cheng Lang was about to say something, but she suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute."
Xu Qiao walked back to the studio with the gift box in her hand, put the diamond under the light source, looked left and right, looked up and down, and looked at it carefully.
Cheng Lang followed in with a smile, and explained, "It's a real diamond. It was just photographed last week."
"Last week?" Xu Qiao temporarily stopped her admiration, and turned to look at him, "I didn't pay much attention to you last week..."
Cheng Lang sighed and nodded: "Yes, but when I heard about this red diamond, I still wanted to take a picture of it for you."
"You never thought that I might not forgive you?"
"Think about it, if that's the case, then this diamond is a parting gift for you."
Xu Qiao was stunned for a while before saying: "Are you a fool with a lot of money? How can anyone give such a breakup fee?"
Cheng Lang didn't seem to like this adjective very much, and frowned: "Red diamonds already have a very high investment and collection value. After being handed over to a jewelry designer who is destined to shine in the future, after design and creation, superimposed brand effect, Its value will increase exponentially. Even if we do break up, it will be a very good deal."
Xu Qiao was so amused by his serious self-respecting look: "How can you guarantee that I will sell it in the future, and I will give you a dividend if I sell it?" She said and glanced at the red diamond in the box again, She pursed her mouth and looked at him, "But it's really hard to stop..."
Her hands are still shaking a little now.
Cheng Lang smiled: "Then you will treat it as common property. If I am short of money someday in the future, you will make it into jewelry, double it and sell it together as pocket money."
"..." Husbands and wives have joint property. Is he setting up his wife with diamonds
Xu Qiao looked at him, and gently closed the gift box: "Okay, then put it in my small treasury first."
"Do you have a safe?"
"Oh, no, you gave me one by the way?" She blinked.
"This is not a waste," Cheng Lang thought for a while, "There are in the mansion."
"..."
I dare say that before the diamond warmed up in her hands, she would have to sneak into his house.
Being able to snap a rare red diamond at random and let him buy a safe by the way is called "waste".
"My things are still in the apartment." Xu Qiao muttered.
"The luggage and daily necessities that you didn't take away are all kept at home intact, just bring your bags and check in." Cheng Lang showed a considerate smile with a hint of impatience.
"Then wait for me to go back to the office to get my bag."
Xu Qiao walked out of the studio and went to the opposite office to pack up her belongings. When she went out with her bag, she saw Cheng Lang frowning and holding a piece of drawing paper, walking slowly towards her while looking down at the painting.
Xu Qiao's heart skipped a beat, remembering something.
Cheng Lang walked up to her, held up the painting of a dog eating shit, and looked at her questioningly.
Obviously, he accurately detected the soul of this painting.
Xu Qiao rubbed her nose: "Well, I'm angry this afternoon..."
Cheng Lang looked at the dog so vivid that he almost wrote his name directly on the painting, sighed heavily, gathered the drawing paper, stretched out his other hand and reached out to her: "Little ancestor, come home with me."
Xu Qiao handed him her hand, tilted her head and looked at his face: "Are you angry?"
Cheng Lang wouldn't be angry with her for such a trivial matter, but hearing her soften her tone, she was a little curious about what would happen if she followed the trend and acquiesced.
It's been too long since he saw the well-behaved Xu Qiao.
He thought for a while, deliberately tense and did not speak.
"It is said that no matter how loving a couple is, they will have the urge to strangle each other dozens of times in their life. I just drew a picture..." Xu Qiao argued softly.
"The original sentence of that statement is - 'Even in the happiest marriage, there will be two hundred thoughts of divorce and fifty thoughts of strangling each other in a lifetime'."
Oh, it's husband and wife, not lovers.
"Anyway, that's what it means," Xu Qiao shook his hand, "Aren't you angry?"
Cheng Lang felt that he was about to disarm, and was about to say that he was joking with her, but she suddenly took her hand away from his palm, opened her arms to him, and said with her head up, "My husband, I want a hug."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.
Such unexpected joy, even if she was really angry, she might not be able to bear it. He looked at her and smiled: "Just kidding, the painting is not bad, go home and frame it."
"..." Xu Qiao changed his face for a second, "Withdraw, withdraw! Withdraw that sentence just now!"
—
After leaving the studio, Cheng Lang took Xu Qiao to a restaurant in the middle of the lake for Valentine's Day dinner.
The dinner was included, so there was nothing taboo between the two of them chatting. Xu Qiao only found out when she asked Cheng Lang about it in the second half of the meal. In fact, it was not her who was really damaged by the media's malicious reporting of this matter, but Cheng Lang.
This merger has established Cheng Lang's high prestige within the group, including in the shopping malls. Cheng Lang's cousin Cheng Jun has actually been obstructing it from the very beginning.
When Cheng Lang injured his hand, Xu Qiao killed Lanchen Group because of his disobedience, and Cheng Jun was using it to find fault.
But in the end, Cheng Lang saw the tricks, and finally let the two parties sign the contract smoothly.
The deal is done, Cheng Jun can only obliterate Cheng Lang's achievements in public opinion, and exaggerate Cheng Lang's excellent business skills as the convenience of marriage.
So Xu Qiao is right, this kind of media draft cannot be released without going through the group's strict review.
The manuscript was indeed approved by Lanchen, but it was "temporarily specially instructed" by Cheng Jun at the last hurdle—after all, Cheng Jun is still the nominal president of the group.
After Xu Qiao knew about this, she felt quite uncomfortable. She had a bad fit in the restaurant. When she returned to the Lishan mansion, she went in and scolded Cheng Junyitong: "This kind of person is just like the ancient treacherous and sycophant who made the country dirty in order to grab the throne. What's the difference between a villain! I don't know what it means to be prosperous when one is prosperous and the other is to be damaged. To engage in personal grievances to lower the level of the group really has no view of the overall situation. In order to keep the position of president, I lost my mind in doing business!"
Seeing her "protective" appearance, Cheng Lang handed her the slippers, and said amusedly, "Are you angry with yourself, or with me?"
Xu Qiao stepped into the slippers: "Half and half!"
"However," she frowned, "didn't he imagine that you would refute the rumors?"
"In many cases, the damage caused by rumors is irreversible. Even if the rumors are refuted, it may not be 100% effective. Besides, Grandpa doesn't want our brothers to make too much trouble in the public eye. In his vision, I may not handle things smoothly. Absolutely."
"Then you are today..."
"It's a must."
In fact, the group's statement in the vernacular may not be effective. The key is that the parties have made their relationship public in a high-profile manner at the same time.
"The effect of today's treatment, even if it doesn't reach 100%, should be 98%." Cheng Lang smiled, "Thanks to the little princess at home who had a temper with me, so I didn't give it to him. Save face."
Can you talk about this too
Xu Qiao looked at him, went to the kitchen to pour water, and asked, "I've always been curious, since you have no relationship history, where did you learn so much about coaxing your girlfriend?"
Cheng Lang followed behind her: "One learns one's wisdom. After that incident, I spent a lot of energy researching this aspect of psychology."
"Really?" Xu Qiao drank from a glass in surprise.
"Really, because I have to make myself look like that." Cheng Lang felt very comfortable being able to explain everything candidly with Xu Qiao, "When I was in the worst condition, even basic social interaction became an obstacle. Exposure, for me, is not only a loss of face, but more importantly, it will jeopardize my career."
That's why he made himself look like a flirtatious son, so that even if someone finds him sometimes weird, they won't think of it as misophobia.
Xu Qiao felt that she seemed to have really gotten to know Cheng Lang again after this incident.
It turns out that this proud son of heaven is not perfect, nor is he born omnipotent, but this kind of understanding did not lower Cheng Lang's score in her heart. On the contrary, it made her want to be closer to him, making her feel that this powerful person is also Need to be pampered and loved.
This feeling is very strange, she has never had it in the first half of her life.
"However, in addition to talking on paper, maybe there is also the influence of my parents." Cheng Lang continued.
"Does your father know how to coax your mother?"
"It should be said that my mother is the type who can't be coaxed. After so many years, my father has cultivated into a master even if he is a piece of wood."
Xu Qiao let out a long "Oh" and nodded while holding a water glass: "Mr. Cheng, are you following in the footsteps of your father?"
Cheng Lang took the cup away from her hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, bowed his head and said, "I'm so happy."
Xu Qiao looked at his face, and pointed to his arm that was circling her: "Isn't it uncomfortable to be touched like this?"
Cheng Lang felt it for a while, hugged her a little tighter, and shook his head: "I can accept it, maybe London made a lot of breakthroughs that night."
It was the night when he kissed her swollen. Xu Qiao glared at him.
"That night, I didn't grasp my limits. Are you still angry?" He stroked her lower lip.
Either forgive it completely, or cut it off. Now that she has made a choice, Xu Qiao doesn't want to hesitate again and again, and is held back by the past. She is not such a sticky and unrefined girl.
She shook her head: "I don't care about you, but you can't come like this in the future."
"Um?"
She emphasized: "It is okay to treat diseases, but it must be 'I will cure you', not 'You treat me', can you tell the difference?"
Cheng Lang thought for a while: "It's the difference between you kissing me and me kissing you."
"..." It's true to say that in a simple and crude way.
Cheng Lang laughed: "I understand, and I am willing to strictly follow the doctor's advice."
The "dog" is on again! Xu Qiao pushed him: "Let's go, who said I'm going to prescribe medicine for you?"
Cheng Lang clasped her wrist with his backhand, and gently pulled her back: "You really don't want to drive?"
Xu Qiao covered her mouth and shook her head.
Who told him to take her to eat seafood again tonight, her taste of shrimp and crab was not completely cleaned after eating lemon candy, kissing at this time would be too disruptive to the mood!
Cheng Lang nodded and let go of her: "Then we'll talk about it when you want."
She snorted softly, "Wait until I finish taking a shower!"
Cheng Lang realized the reason why she didn't want to be intimate at the moment, and gave the steps: "Okay, you've been tired all day, go take a bath and rest first."
—
When Xu Qiao was taking a bath, she regretted what she said softly.
After all, it's been a while since we haven't seen each other, so close contact would have been a little nervous, let alone a detailed appointment. When the time comes, the two of them will each take a shower, look at each other, and then ask, "Go to your place or go to my place"... This is too embarrassing!
Intimacy should happen naturally, why on earth did she make an appointment with him in advance.
Xu Qiao took a bath with a sense of helplessness and confusion. She deliberately put on her underwear and fastened it tightly before changing into a nightgown. Then she opened the door lightly and like a thief, but she trembled all over—
Mr. Cheng, who has everything ready, is holding a coffee cup, standing by the stairs, waiting for his Miss Dongfeng.
Is it necessary to be so grand? Drinking coffee at night, is this planning to have fun with her all night
Hearing the noise, Cheng Lang turned around.
Xu Qiao regained her composure, and said from a distance, "Do you want to sleep after drinking coffee so late?"
Cheng Lang looked at the bottom of the cup indifferently: "I don't want to smoke, so I drink something. My body is basically immune to coffee."
"Because you drank too much at work?"
"may be."
"My boyfriend is so hard." Xu Qiao stepped forward.
Cheng Lang put the coffee cup aside, and asked the question that Xu Qiao felt ashamed of: "To your place or to my place?"
Xu Qiao looked at him bitterly.
Cheng Lang seemed to guess what she was thinking, took her hand, took her to his room, and said something insignificant to make her relax: "Seriously, if you have time, you can draw some decorative paintings for display." At home, I feel like the bedroom is a bit empty."
"That depends on inspiration." Xu Qiao followed him inside.
"I hope it's not such a bad inspiration today." Cheng Lang smiled and took her to the sofa.
Xu Qiao felt like she was on a blind date, but when she sat down, her legs were tight together like a schoolboy, and she held her knees with her palms.
Cheng Lang also noticed the drawbacks of "arranging for intimacy in advance", so he hugged her on his lap in a funny and helpless way: "It's still early, let's chat for a while."
"What are you talking about?" Xu Qiao looked down at him.
"It's fine. If you have anything else you want to ask me, just ask it out. Let's talk about it today, and we will quarrel less in the future. Even if we quarrel, we won't break up, okay?"
When he said this, Xu Qiao really remembered a question.
"Oh, there is one thing," she nodded, "I'm a little strange, if you have no contact with that Miss He except for work, your cousin can't make up that kind of thing out of thin air, right?"
"If you want to talk about connections, there were some in the past."
"Huh?" Xu Qiao straightened her back and turned serious.
"Her grandfather has a good relationship with my grandfather. Our two families visit each other occasionally during the New Years and holidays. She happened to notice something unusual about me at a banquet before, and vaguely guessed something inside."
Xu Qiao clenched her hands nervously: "And then?"
"She didn't know the specifics, she just guessed that I have serious cleanliness in contact with women. She didn't tell others, she covered me at the banquet, and helped me several times in public afterwards, similar to..." Cheng Lang Recalling, "For example, if a woman deliberately approaches me with a wine glass, she will pretend to be inadvertent and separate people."
"Oh, so your cousin thinks she's interested in you? So why the family might make a mistake this time and not clarify?"
"Probably so." Cheng Lang nodded, seeing her expression a little dazed, "Aren't you happy? It's all in the past. She is only a friend's help to me, and I am only a friend's gratitude to her."
Xu Qiao shook her head, indicating that she was not unhappy, and wrapped her arms around his neck: "I was just thinking, why didn't I meet Mr. Cheng sooner?"
For some reason, she didn't mind what Cheng Lang said, but regretted not being able to participate in his past when he needed help the most.
"I was also thinking yesterday," Cheng Lang suddenly looked at her seriously, "Beicheng is not big, why didn't I meet you before going abroad."
"Huh?" Xu Qiao was drawn back to focus.
"I guess Song Mian should have helped you before, right?"
"When I was bullied in elementary school, he protected me and taught me to change my Mandarin accent." Xu Qiao nodded, "He and I are also friends for their help and gratitude, so don't be jealous!"
"I still have to eat vinegar, but I don't hate him." He smiled, then frowned and thought about his words, "Although it is a bit contradictory to say this, I am really grateful to him for being by your side when you are in trouble, Otherwise, I can't imagine how that little girl would cry secretly by herself."
Xu Qiao's heart seemed to be hit lightly with a soft hammer, sore and numb.
My eyes suddenly felt like weeping.
She cupped his face: "Cheng Lang."
"Um?"
She didn't know what she wanted to express, so after thinking about it, she called again: "Cheng Lang."
Cheng Lang laughed: "Here."
There were tears in Xu Qiao's eyes: "I think I like you very much, you must treat me well in the future."
This was the first time she had expressed her feelings to him frankly. Cheng Lang was surprised and had mixed feelings in his heart. But these indescribable tastes point to the same result in the end - he wants to cherish her more.
"Do my best." He nodded and wiped the corners of her eyes lightly.
"Then I'm going to kiss you now." Xu Qiao put away her tears.
Cheng Lang put on a welcoming posture: "But it's disrespectful."
Xu Qiao lowered her head, closed her eyes, kissed his coffee-scented lips, gently sucked his lower lip, and rubbed against him strangely and slowly.
Cheng Lang remembered her previous words and did not take the initiative.
She paused, opened her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Will it be uncomfortable?"
"Not yet." He also opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't ask, if you can't accept it, I will say it."
Xu Qiao felt relieved, and when she continued, she became more courageous.
When she finally stuck her tongue in for the first time, almost instantly, Cheng Lang couldn't help but bite her.
Xu Qiao whimpered and withdrew: "It's agreed that I'll come."
"Honey, I'm not normal, but I'm still a man."
Xu Qiao was amused by him.
Cheng Lang tilted his head and kissed the wetness on her lips: "I opened your head, can you let me move next?"
"..." What kind of tiger and wolf is this.
"Alright then." Xu Qiao nodded.
Cheng Lang glanced behind her: "The sofa is a bit crowded, can you go to bed?"
Xu Qiao was shocked: "Isn't this... quite spacious?"
"There is no bed and spacious." Cheng Lang smiled, "It's just a different place to kiss, I'm not out of bounds, this kind of thing must respect you, okay?"
"Oh." Xu Qiao nodded, and was about to climb down from his lap, when his arm passed through the bend of his leg and hugged him horizontally.
"Hey!" She cried out subconsciously, and put her arms around his neck, "You are able to bear it now, won't you get sick like this?"
"It seems that I really won't." Cheng Lang carried her to the bed and laid her flat gently.
Xu Qiao curled up nervously.
When it's over, she has released a wolf that has been hungry for more than 20 years with her own hands.
Cheng Lang lay down beside her, pulled him into his arms, and kissed her before she wanted to say anything.
The long-lost dizziness came quickly, as if no matter how many times he kissed her, it was as fresh as the first time.
The hot and humid lingering baked the bedding, and the two of them gradually lost their way and were no longer satisfied with a simple kiss.
Cheng Lang's hand reached her waist, and then went up to stroke her butterfly bone.
Xu Qiao responded to him in the stimulation like electric shock all over his body, and put his hands in front of him to make a fuss like tickling.
Until a certain chaotic moment, I felt some force in my back suddenly loosen, and a restraint suddenly loosened.
Xu Qiao opened her eyes suddenly.
Cheng Lang paused, looked down at her, seemed a little puzzled, and blinked slowly.