As Xu Qiao said, no one in this world can escape Cheng Lang's mouth.
The key to persuading people is to eliminate the other party's worries and grasp the pain points of the other party. Cheng Lang is too good at judging people's hearts and situations. Because of his embarrassment as a father, although she couldn't help but come here, she was sneaky.
Cheng Lang gave Xu Kangrong a look, implying that he would chat later.
Xu Kangrong agreed to come down, and told Cheng Lang that he was fine, he could wait in the car for a little longer, so as not to delay Xu Qiao's work.
Cheng Lang nodded and took Xu Qiao back to the art gallery.
Xu Qiao whispered to him along the way, saying that her father was an elder to her and an employee to him.
There is actually some truth to this statement.
Xu Kangrong does not follow the old path and continues to manage jewelry. After all, there are different business opportunities at each stage. After leaving his hometown, he started real estate in Southeast Asia. China's real estate has developed quite maturely, but in some countries in Southeast Asia, this is a new industry in full swing.
Xu Kangrong saw a business opportunity, and Cheng Lang cleared the way for him. To put it a little bit exaggerated, it could even be said that he provided a "golden finger". Without Cheng Lang, it would be impossible for Xu Kangrong to gain a firm foothold in Southeast Asia so quickly.
So at this juncture, it was supposed to be the time when the future father-in-law would test the future son-in-law, but when they came to them, the relationship became deformed.
Xu Qiao also knew that Cheng Lang must be helping her father in business, so her father inevitably looked at people and acted with winks, talking and joking, but didn't really take it to heart.
After all, Cheng Lang has been very good to her. Unlike ordinary girls, she needs to rely on her father to give her boyfriend a good impression.
When the two returned to the museum, the after party had already begun.
If the significance of the just-concluded fashion show is to build a brand image, then the after party after the fashion show is an important part of consolidating the brand relationship.
Publishers, senior editors of top-line fashion magazines, fashion circle experts, brand partners... Countless elites in the industry will start their social here.
Although the elites in the fashion industry are actually in the same group, Xu Qiao was not new to the world when she was a buyer watching the show, but for her who made her debut at the fashion show tonight, this is a big deal. It is a social event not to be missed.
So even if Xu Kangrong waited, she still had to get the business done.
The two had a glass of wine each in the banquet hall, and met many familiar faces while drinking. Cheng Lang took Xu Qiao with him at first, but seeing that she was handling it well, he gradually let go, and went to the side to have a drink with Jiang Fang, Shen Dang, and Song Mian.
A young man who entrusted 18 layers of connections to the show passed by them. When he saw Cheng Lang on the sofa, he didn't know that he was the president of Lanchen Group. Is it, Harutachi's boyfriend?"
Jiang Fang patted Cheng Lang on the shoulder: "You're downgraded, Mr. Lang."
Cheng Lang propped his temples, and smiled with peace of mind: "It's my girlfriend who is too good."
"If the siblings are better, in the future when you go out, there will be no Mr. Cheng, only siblings and boyfriends, what's it like?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "It's hard to enjoy in your life."
"..."
"Also," Cheng Lang gestured, "The statement can be more rigorous, since it's the future, it's not just a boyfriend."
Jiang Fang had already heard too many firsts from Cheng Lang. For example, this time, it was the first time he heard a domineering CEO emphasize the identity of "husband" so euphemistically.
Song Mian and Shen Dang at the side also understood when they heard this, and raised their heads from the chat.
"Boss Lang is planning to start a family?" Shen Dang asked.
Cheng Lang smiled, the obvious default meaning.
"Old Mr. Cheng over there..." Because there were so many people with mixed eyes, Shen Dang only said half of what he said, asking Cheng Lang if his grandfather would put any resistance on this.
Cheng Lang put the phone on the glass coffee table, swipe it lightly, and threw it over to show him.
Shen Dang looked at the screen of his mobile phone. It was a video message sent by Cheng's mother an hour ago. In the video, Mrs. Cheng was wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses and staring at the computer with difficulty. The computer screen was the live broadcast of the fashion show just now.
The old man had an expression of "Although I don't understand your young people's aesthetics, but you still look pretty good".
Then Mother Cheng said, "[Shh] son, your dad secretly took pictures of your grandpa, this time you can really bring him home."
Shen Dang laughed: "Okay, Boss Lang, it's time to put the proposal on the agenda."
Jiang Fang raised his hand enthusiastically: "I'll help you arrange the proposal scene, pink petals, pink balloons, pink bubbles, and pink lace, you'll be satisfied."
Cheng Lang and Shen Dang looked at him with indescribable expressions.
"Let yourself go, let Mr. Lang go too, don't make Mrs. Lang turn around and run away in anger." Shen Dang patted Jiang Fang on the back.
Song Mian smiled with his head down.
Jiang Fang sighed: "Okay, I won't interfere, let's observe and observe the head office? Boss Lang, when will you take action?"
Cheng Lang leaned against the back of the sofa, swirling the wine in the goblet calmly: "Wait for the opportunity."
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After the party, Cheng Lang, Xu Qiao and Xu Kangrong reunited and returned to the Lishan Mansion.
Although it was past dinner time, the three of them didn't eat dinner, which was the time when they needed to be full.
The dinner at home was arranged by Cheng Lang in advance, knowing that tonight should not be too extravagant, the more homely the atmosphere, the better the relationship between father and daughter can be eased, so he prepared a table of ordinary North City dishes, and the birthday cake is not exaggerated —After all, three people are actually a bit silly facing a nine-tiered cake tower.
After a dinner, Cheng Lang acted as a bridge between the father and daughter, asking Xu Qiao's obstinate questions over and over, letting her know about her father's current situation, and also talked about Xu Qiao's recent Xu Kangrong listened to Xu Kangrong's life.
When the candles were lit and the cake was eaten at the end, perhaps it was the bridge of Cheng Lang that played a role, or maybe both the father and daughter were aroused by the wine on the table. Xu Kangrong wiped away his tears and sang an out-of-key song to Xu Qiao on the alcohol. For the birthday song, Xu Qiao finally opened her arms and asked her father for a hug.
Cheng Lang asked his aunt to cook sober soup, and gave the father and daughter who didn't seem so sober a bowl each.
But the effect of this hangover soup is not immediate, it has to go through a process.
Xu Qiao's habit of drinking madness is to be stinky, and she doesn't recognize her relatives, regardless of Cheng Lang and Xu Kangrong, she went upstairs to unwrap the birthday presents everyone gave her by walking on the model steps on the runway tonight.
Cheng Lang originally wanted to accompany her, but Xu Kangrong dragged him forcefully, and shouted in a daze, "Mr. Cheng, don't go, listen to me—"
He had no choice but to let his aunt go up to take care of Xu Qiao and help the big one onto the sofa.
Unexpectedly, after the people in the living room dispersed, Xu Kangrong suddenly stopped being crazy. Except that his face was blushing, his expression had regained his composure, and he sat upright and laughed dryly: "Mr. Cheng, I offended you just now."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, probably understanding the meaning of Xu Kangrong's move.
Probably because he had something to talk to him, and because he was afraid that Xu Qiao would turn around and question him suspiciously, so he pretended to be drunk.
Cheng Lang nodded to show that he was fine, and invited him into the study: "Mr. Xu has something to say here."
Xu Kangrong sat on the single sofa, rubbing his palms on his knees: "Mr. Cheng, then I'll be straight. I want to ask you, Qiaoqiao doesn't seem to know that you helped me pay off that debt back then?"
Cheng Lang nodded.
Xu Kangrong hesitated for a while: "This matter..."
Cheng Lang continued: "I didn't mention it to her before, and I won't tell her in the future."
When repaying Xu Kangrong's debts, Cheng Lang put on airs and gave himself a step up, defining the matter as exchanging money for the deal left by Xu Qiao.
But Xu Kangrong was desperate, worried that forcibly taking his daughter away would make her follow him to the end of the world, and be chased and intercepted by those loan sharks who threatened her personal safety, so she agreed to Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang was so good at negotiating that he never thought about the possibility of Xu Kangrong refusing.
But after thinking about it carefully, if Xu Kangrong was more courageous and insisted on taking his daughter away, he might have to grit his teeth and pay off the debt for the Xu family.
Because his motivation is to be tempted.
However, there is no if after all.
Although the two had their own positions at the time, no matter what, it would not be a pleasant thing for Xu Qiao.
They all knew very well that with Xu Qiao's hard-hearted temper, she would definitely understand them, but it was inevitable that she would feel sad for a while.
"I don't seem to have ever admitted my mistakes to anyone other than her and grandpa," Cheng Lang sighed and smiled, "But in this matter, I have to admit to you that if I do it again, I won't force you If you choose, I will use a more appropriate way to implore her to stay."
"Mr. Cheng, don't say that. You really helped our family a lot. After all, it's all my fault as a father." Xu Kangrong sighed, "I mentioned this to you because I wanted to tell you You said, I have saved some money these days, and I will pay you back the debt you paid for me at the beginning, although it may take a lot of time, but three years, five years, ten years, I will definitely Pay off."
Cheng Lang understood Xu Kangrong's mood.
After all, Xu Kangrong can't be sure, he and Xu Qiao will always be as loving as before. If they get married, the starting point, of course, is to be absolutely equal.
"Although I don't think it is necessary, because I will treat her equally no matter what, but if you insist on doing this, I am willing to accept your repayment. I just hope that you will not be in a hurry. Everything is about your body. For her , your safety and health is the most important thing."
"I know..." Xu Kangrong wiped the corner of his eyes, "I know."
Cheng Lang got up and patted him on the shoulder.
Xu Kangrong also stood up, and said with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Cheng, I have to see a client tomorrow, so I won't stay overnight. Qiaoqiao and I don't like to cry and part. You can just tell her for me later." , just say that this year's New Year's Eve, I will definitely come back to spend with her."
Cheng Lang nodded: "Then I'll send someone to take you to the airport."
"Don't bother..."
"Mr. Xu," Cheng Lang held his arm and smiled, "Let's not talk about each other as a family."
Xu Kangrong looked at him with flickering eyes, fell silent, raised his hand, and patted the back of his hand twice.
Although he didn't say anything, Cheng Lang could see what the father meant from this solemn gesture.
He is saying that his daughter will be handed over to him.
After sending Xu Kangrong away, Cheng Lang took out a letter from the study drawer and went up to the second floor.
Xu Qiao was sitting on the carpet in the bedroom and frantically unwrapping presents. She didn't look very drunk, but a little bit drunk, and she was in a more passionate state.
Seeing him coming, she crossed her waist angrily: "Where's your gift? Why haven't you given it to me yet!"
Cheng Lang smiled and walked over, followed by sitting on the carpet.
He didn't have this dirty habit of sitting on the ground before, probably because of her infection.
"My gift is too big, I can't get it for now." Cheng Lang explained to her.
"What?" Xu Qiao tilted her head to look at him.
"The island you wanted last time."
Xu Qiao hugged his neck in a daze, her face full of excitement: "Really? Didn't you say you won't buy it before?"
"Just say it casually, you really believe it," Cheng Lang smiled and hugged her back, "When will you want less than you?"
"Then when can I become the owner of the island?" Xu Qiao hugged him excitedly.
"The facilities on the island haven't been perfected yet, so I'll take you there when it's completed, okay?"
Xu Qiao nodded and kissed him: "Thank you husband."
"But I can't give you nothing today." Cheng Lang said thoughtfully.
"What else is there today?" She blinked.
"You said, every year on your birthday, you used to open a letter left by your mother before she was alive. I counted the number of those letters before. Forget it, when it was your birthday last year, was it the last one?"
Xu Qiao's expression dimmed, she lowered her eyes and nodded: "Yes..."
Cheng Lang took out a letter from behind him as if by a magic trick.
Xu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, let go of his arm, and stared at the letter in a daze.
The words on the envelope were exactly the same as her mother's, but it was Cheng Lang's handwriting—for the twenty-four-year-old Qiao Qiao.
"Every birthday in the future, I will write to you for your mother, okay?" Cheng Lang looked into her eyes and asked.
Xu Qiao took the envelope slowly. For some reason, it seemed that all the emotions of this day could not be restrained at this moment, and tears burst out of her eyes instantly.
A letter was not a big deal in the first place, he was using this promise to tell her that she would have him in the future.
"You are so annoying!" Xu Qiao was sobbing while crying, "I have a happy birthday, why do you have to make me cry!"
Cheng Lang rubbed the top of her hair, with a misguided expression on his face: "Yes, I shouldn't make you cry at this time..."
Xu Qiao wiped away her tears and looked sideways at him, as if she heard the ringtone of the swearing warning.
Sure enough, the next second: "We should wait until we go to bed."
"..."
Xu Qiao's tears dried up faster than they flowed down, and he sent him two words: "Pervert!"