With limited time on weekends, Cheng Lang arranged for Xu Qiao to "fly" and prepared a low-altitude helicopter tour in the west, from forests to grasslands, from snow-capped mountains to lakes, from desert candlelight dinners to camping in the sea of flowers, let alone thinking about life Child, Xu Qiao played so much that she even forgot who she was.
Compared with pure shopping to vent, Cheng Lang's itinerary can be said to be quite well chosen. Nature always has a unique healing power. When you see the vastness and vastness of mountains and rivers, you will naturally find the insignificance of troubles.
Xu Qiao was comforted a lot by Cheng Lang. After playing for two days and one night, her mood became more open. Thinking about it carefully, the expectation of the elders was just to welcome a new life to make the family icing on the cake, but it didn't Ask this new life to bear the responsibility of sending charcoal in a timely manner.
Therefore, most of the pressure she experienced during this period was actually caused by herself, and there may be an element of depression caused by not being able to drink alcohol.
After returning from the west and unloading their psychological burden, Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang's nightlife has returned to the harmonious state before pregnancy. After all, there is no need to worry about a more suitable position for conception, and there is no need to suppress nature in order to maintain the best state. On the day of conception, the artificial movement is carried out.
In London, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother learned about Xu Qiao's collapse and crying, so guilty that she didn't know what to do to comfort her, and after much deliberation, they allocated a holiday villa in the neighboring city for her.
When Zhu Li heard about this, she joked that if she broke down once a month and prepared to conceive for two years, wouldn't she be able to become a local property tycoon.
Xu Qiao almost broke up with her crow.
Zhu Lifei said that this is called the "anti-milk effect", and bet that Xu Qiao will be double-crossed next month, saying that if it comes true, no matter whether the child is a boy or a girl, he will have to recognize her as a godmother in the future.
Xu Qiao refused to take advantage of her, and asked the baby to hold back by rubbing her belly, and she was not allowed to come in this month.
September is the first anniversary of Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang's wedding.
The two people's wedding anniversary is counted according to the date of receipt of the certificate, and they decided to wait until November to officially celebrate the second anniversary of their marriage. The first anniversary of the wedding banquet will be spent simply in Beicheng.
Cheng Lang originally arranged for a high-altitude dinner on the sightseeing cable car, but Xu Qiao has a lot of miscellaneous projects on hand recently. He has been rushing to design drawings for a few days, and he is a little tired. Cozy up at home.
After Cheng Lang got off work, he drove five minutes to the office building diagonally opposite to pick up Xu Qiao. When he arrived, Lin Bai said that she hadn't finished work yet.
Cheng Lang walked into Xu Qiao's independent office and saw that she was making a video call with a client on the computer.
She quietly gestured to him, signaling him to sit on the sofa and wait, then facing the computer, she said, "Mr. Diamonds and blue diamonds are more expensive and have no market, and the studio may not be able to obtain raw materials in a short time.”
With the computer sound turned on, Cheng Lang clearly heard a young male voice say with a smile, "Miss Yu just let go of the design, and I'll take care of the raw materials."
Xu Qiao showed a "wow" expression.
It seems that Mr. He, like her Mr. Cheng, is also a leader who has a place in the circle of the overlord.
Cheng Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Qiao.
He understood the overtones of every expression on her face. One look at her slightly teasing smile, one can tell that she is comparing Mr. Xiao He with him.
"You want to get the diamond ring at the end of the year. It's a little rushed according to the construction schedule. I suggest that if you really don't have a suitable yellow diamond, you can replace the moon part of the diamond ring with a white diamond. The concept of white moonlight is also romantic. As for the star part..." Xu Qiao thought deeply.
"I still insist on using brilliant blue," the male voice came out again from the computer, "but we can compromise on the number of carats. After all, the so-called stars support the moon, and the stars are just the foil of the moon."
Xu Qiao raised her eyebrows and nodded towards the camera: "Mr. Xiaohe has a good temper."
"Miss Yu, thank you."
Cheng Lang tapped his index finger silently on the edge of the coffee table, waiting patiently for the two to exchange details back and forth.
Xu Qiao looked up after hanging up the video call, and saw Cheng Lang looking at her with interest.
"Baby, I remember that you are rarely willing to accept private orders. What special charm does this client have that can make you make an exception for him?" He asked with a smile.
Xu Qiao gently turned the boss chair, walked to the sofa, sat on his lap, hugged his neck and sniffed: "Did my husband eat dumplings today?"
He nodded and said, "Dip it in aged vinegar."
"No wonder the air in the office is sour."
Cheng Lang smiled and squeezed her waist to prevent her from changing the subject: "Which Mr. He was just now? Do I know him?"
"Should know him, He Xingyuan from Xiangting Hotel in Hong Kong City."
Cheng Lang retrieved the information in his mind, nodded: "It seems younger than me?"
"It seems to be. It's also very eye-catching." Xu Qiao poked his Adam's apple with a smile.
With Xu Qiao's aesthetics, it is very rare to get her "eye-catching" praise.
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "So you make an exception for him?"
"Hey, no, everyone is going to propose to his girlfriend, okay?"
Xu Qiao met He Xingyuan at a commercial ribbon-cutting event because of Zhu Li, who also runs the hotel industry. The other party just wanted to customize a wedding ring, and chose her after learning about her works.
It's a coincidence. After Zhao Baoxing fell down, he and Wen Yue's plastic sisters fell in love with each other. Xu Qiao was inspired by this, and designed a star-moon bracelet representing the deep love between sisters. At first, she wanted to make a sketch to express the two people, but later she wanted to open it. Well, I felt that it was too boring to fight with these people who were not at the same level, so I thought forget it, and remodeled and refined this bracelet into a serious work.
This time He Xingyuan took a fancy to its design concept.
Of course, what he wanted was not a bracelet, but a wedding ring.
Xu Qiao explained the cause and effect to Cheng Lang, and then said: "As a jewelry designer, I would be happier to be chosen because of the design concept than being chosen because of fame. I think it is quite fate, and this Mr. He Unlike those ladies in the circle, she has serious business strength, maybe she can join forces with you in the mall after being connected? How about it, am I, the wife of the president, particularly competent and far-sighted? "
"And" the words behind are Xu Qiao's temporary idea to coax Cheng Lang. After all, in the mall, Cheng Lang doesn't need her to match up.
Of course Cheng Lang also knew that she was making things up, but he couldn't deny the comfort that these words brought to people. He nodded, thought for a while and continued to ask: "But I think Mr. Xiao He's attitude of following up the project in person seems to be too much. Are you more courteous?"
Xu Qiao looked at Cheng Lang with a suppressed smile.
He wasn't really questioning He Xingyuan, but trying to please her to be more obedient.
Being close to Zhu Zhechi and living with Cheng Lang for more than two years, Xu Qiao's mouth has not only "advance can be poisonous", but also "retreat can be sweet talk".
"Then it doesn't matter who my wife is? I'm not just a jewelry designer, but also the wife of the president of Lanchen Group. I don't dare to let my assistant prevaricate me. Of course I have to follow up on the design myself!"
Cheng Lang kissed her on the lips: "Did you eat toast today?"
Xu Qiao nodded: "Honey jam for dipping."
"No wonder the air in the office is smoky."
From Cheng Lang's reaction, Xu Qiao realized what a coaxing sense of accomplishment is, and said happily, "Honey, can I cook for you tonight?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and recalled the bowl of hangover soup full of eggshells two and a half years ago.
Xu Qiao immediately turned black and stood up from him: "What kind of expression do you have, you can't go down! I will go down for others in the future!"
"Next," Cheng Lang smiled and pulled him back, agreeing with great sincerity, "I really miss my baby's cooking skills."
Because of the busy work, there are people who take care of food, clothing, housing and transportation 24 hours a day. The two hardly wash their hands and make soup after marriage. Show her the process, let her take photos and videos, show off her husband in the circle of friends, if you really want to say how delicious it is, after all, God can't make fun of him for everything.
As for Xu Qiao, if the bowl of hangover soup more than two years ago is thrown away, she still has her first show.
For Xu Qiao's foreseeable culinary skills, Cheng Lang is not so much missing, but looking forward to what little surprises she can make this time.
Since she has this interest, of course he will not defeat her interest. After all, the process of cooking pays attention to the taste. As for the result, it doesn't matter whether it is delicious or not, as long as it is not poisonous, he will finish it.
On the way home, the two asked their aunt to prepare the ingredients in advance. Xu Qiao slept in the car to recharge her batteries, and when she got home, she took off her make-up and washed her face, regained her sobriety, and went to the kitchen.
Cooking skills can be bad, but the equipment must be complete. Xu Qiao rummaged through the kitchen cabinet and found the apron that she had made before, and asked Cheng Lang to tie it up for her. After washing her hands, she walked to the kitchen counter, got up from wherever she fell, picked up two eggs, and went to the kitchen with a full posture. Hit the edge of the bowl.
Cheng Lang stood by to admire her beating eggs, and bent over to check her results.
"Wait a minute!" Xu Qiao snatched the bowl away, turned her back and picked up the chopsticks to pick out the eggshells. She picked up the eggshells for a long time, but she couldn't pick up the little crumbs.
Cheng Lang smiled and walked around her arm behind her, holding her hand to pick eggshells.
The husband and wife worked together to pick out the broken eggshells, and Xu Qiao picked up the egg beater to beat the egg liquid, while directing Cheng Lang: "Wash two tomatoes for me."
Cheng Lang turned around to help her.
An entry-level tomato scrambled egg, Xu Qiao fried it in a hurry, the first time it was burnt, the golden egg was all stained with burnt color, and he did it a second time in disbelief.
Cheng Lang intentionally gave her a few words of advice, but swallowed them back, giving her the freedom to create without hurting her self-confidence.
When the second plate of tomato scrambled eggs was out of the pan, Xu Qiao nervously picked up a piece of light yellow egg with chopsticks and fed it to his mouth.
Cheng Lang chewed the tasting slowly, and swallowed it not particularly smoothly, as if he was considering the tasting words: "I think..."
Xu Qiao made a "stop" gesture, indicating that she should stop talking about the hypocrisy, and she picked up a chopstick egg and stuffed it into her mouth to try.
As a result, as soon as he chewed it twice, he was stimulated by the fishy smell of the egg and felt nauseated. He ran to the trash can and vomited everything in his mouth. He still felt his stomach churning, and he started to vomit the contents of his stomach while holding the sink.
After being the first person on earth to faint from laughter, Xu Qiao became the first person in the world to vomit after eating the food he cooked.
She asked Cheng Lang with a mournful face: "Why is this egg so fishy?"
Because she didn't add cooking wine, the oil temperature was adjusted too cold to prevent scorching when scrambling the eggs for the second time.
But Cheng Lang didn't explain this, and said while reciting to her: "It's the chicken's problem."
"What does this chicken eat every day? It lays such fishy eggs!" Xu Qiao looked at the plate of tomato scrambled eggs resentfully.
Cheng Lang brought a fruit plate and fed a strawberry to her mouth: "Eat something sweet to taste it."
Unexpectedly, Xu Qiao chewed twice, then lay down by the sink again and vomited.
This posture seems to have nothing to do with innocent eggs.
"Is there any other discomfort?" Cheng Lang frowned, touched her forehead with one hand, and continued to give her back with the other hand.
Xu Qiao retched a few times, but didn't spit out anything.
She arched her back and shook her head: "No..."
Cheng Lang's eyes changed slightly, and when he thought of something, he took a glass of warm water and rinsed her mouth.
Xu Qiao recovered from the warm water, supported her stomach and sighed: "I don't think I have a fate with the kitchen in this life, and I will never cook again..."
"Baby," Cheng Lang thought about something, "I seem to hear you often crying sleepy these days, is your period delayed again?"
Xu Qiao was stunned.
Because she has experienced several oolongs, she didn't care that her period was delayed for a few days.
"You mean..." She blinked slowly, touched her belly and swallowed nervously, "No way?"
Cheng Lang pulled her upstairs and unwrapped a new pregnancy test stick for her.
Xu Qiao's face was full of anticipation and fear of getting hurt. He grabbed the bathroom door and fought with his left and right feet. He hesitated, "What if it's an oolong again?"
"Then go kill the chicken that lays such fishy eggs and make soup for you." Cheng Lang said with a smile.
Xu Qiao was amused by him, took a deep breath, and walked in with the pregnancy test stick.
Cheng Lang waited outside the door and also took a deep breath.
He was not in a hurry for the arrival of the child, but he was afraid that Xu Qiao would be hit a third time, and his stable emotions would collapse again.
After five minutes of long waiting, the bathroom door was snapped open.
Xu Qiao stared at him absent-mindedly, and slowly raised the pregnancy test stick in her hand.
Cheng Lang looked down and saw two lines, one deep and one shallow.
In the dead silence, Cheng Lang's expression changed from tense to relaxed, and then quickly returned to the tense state, and then came back to his senses in an instant, stepped forward and hugged her, breathing tremblingly, his chin lightly pressed against her Rubbing the follicles of the shoulders.
Xu Qiao was still in a daze and didn't react, but when she was hugged by him, she suddenly had a sore nose and tears welled up in her eyes.
She hugged him back: "Honey, we have a baby..."
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