This Damned Sweetness

"!" Is this slab-bending action serious? The small action damage is so big!

Xu Qiao put aside her phone, "Why are you back? Why are you eavesdropping on my speech?"

Cheng Lang drew the curtain backhand, and gently squeezed the plate again.

Xu Qiao lay flat and pressed the buttocks that had been facing him firmly under her body, but saw him sat down in a folding chair aside.

Oh, he was saying that he didn't leave at all, just went to get the tablet and glasses.

Xu Qiao was in a complex mood that was a bit embarrassing and moving, and the phone during the call suddenly broke out: "Fuck you, do you want to play that kind of play in the hospital?"

Now it's good, the emotions are not complicated, only embarrassment is left.

Xu Qiaofei quickly poked the hang-up button on the phone screen, turned to look at Cheng Lang, and found that he was looking down at the tablet, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

It seems that the man's ability to control the field is still there. At this time, pretending to be deaf is of course the best choice for each other.

Her body shrunk into a shrimp and stretched out, about to stretch to the most comfortable point, when she suddenly heard him ask: "You usually... talk like this?"

"..." The lover didn't pretend to be deaf, but was too shocked to finish the reflex arc.

"How could it be!" Xu Qiao shook his head, "I never speak swear words, nor do I speak yellow, yellowish accent..."

Cheng Lang faintly made a "random" gesture, meaning that he was just asking casually, not nervous. When he lowered his head and continued to look at the tablet, the corners of his mouth were faintly bent.

Xu Qiaoqian lay bored, pulling her neck to look at him.

He put the tablet back: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at what is so funny, I'm so bored."

He asked after a meal, "I was just laughing?"

"Yeah, the corners of your mouth are grinning to the base of your ears."

"..." Cheng Lang glanced at the dry and non-smiling Song Ti Chu issue on the screen-the final draft of the Lanchen Group Dream Island Project Plan, and said silently, "I can't show you this, Gao Te Help come back soon, let him chat with you to relieve boredom."

Xu Qiao secretly thought that the special help of this big group is really difficult, like a babysitter, as long as the boss is too lazy to do anything, he has to take over the work of **** and urine.

Then think again, no, who is shit? He shook his head into a rattle, and rejected the idea non-stop.

As soon as he stopped shaking, saying that Cao Cao had arrived, Gao Rui carried a pile of things-from wet tissues and dry tissues, to a thermos filled with warm water, to a cup... Yes, a "cup" of porridge.

Xu Qiao stared at him as he poked a straw into the porridge cup neatly, and handed it to her: "Miss Xu, you drink while it is hot."

"..." In order to prevent her from using "hands inconvenience" as an excuse to ask Cheng Lang to feed her porridge, this special assistant really took great pains?

She is not rare at first, OK!

Xu Qiao no longer sympathized with Gao Rui, biting her cheek and unhappily taking the porridge cup.

Cheng Lang glanced at her, seeming to feel a little puzzled by her unpredictable inner drama.

This little girl is like an initialized Rubik's Cube, and every time she flips it, she can see unexpected surprises and collisions. When she thought she was a blank sheet of paper, she changed her body and appeared in the nightclub with heavy makeup; she was digesting and accepting her. Furiously, she was shocked by an intravenous needle in a blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, Cheng Lang seemed to remember something, gave Gao Rui a "come" gesture, got up and walked out.

However, when he turned around this time, he changed from his back to his side, without leaving Xu Qiao with an empty back door.

Xu Qiao: "..."

——

Xu Qiao finished some drips, and it was already halfway through the afternoon.

Although Cheng Lang was either interacting with the tablet or exchanging work matters with Gao Rui, which was almost useless to her, she still drew a trace of comfort.

Xu Qiao attributed the root cause to the fact that the man at work was a bit seductive, and his illness seemed to be less.

So after checking all the indicators, she planned to let this busy man be compassionate and let Uncle Li come and pick her home.

But I didn't expect that on the other end of the phone, Uncle Li said embarrassedly: "Madam explained that he can't come to pick you up today, and said that I hope you will take this opportunity to invite Mr. Cheng to sit at home."

How to catch the ducks on the shelves?

She glanced at Cheng Lang, who was writing on the tablet with ApplePencil, and answered vaguely: "This is too sudden..."

Yan Lizhen on the other side answered the phone and said in a low voice, "What's the sudden, where is the fixed number of things between men and women? Xiao Cheng is known for being considerate and thoughtful. You listen to my mother, in front of him. Be a good one, coax him into the house first. If you do this well, your dad is happy, maybe he let you quit your job at the toll booth?"

Xu Qiao wrinkled her nose unhappily. When she hung up the phone and turned to Cheng Lang, she felt that this was a terrible rhetoric: "If I said, my driver is not available...Will you send me home?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not convinced by this excuse.

But he still nodded with the demeanor of "Send Buddha to the West", "Let's go."

After sitting in the back seat of Zeppelin, Xu Qiao became more and more frustrated.

It was an urgent need to stay Cheng Lang in the hospital before, but now this one seems to be a bit turbulent.

This is really good price. Zhao Baoxing made irresponsible remarks behind her back, nothing more than talking about how she posted Gao Pan Chenglang. Now it seems that this is not the case?

As the car drove out of the hospital, Xu Qiao looked at the sidewalk trees passing by the window, holding his head and said nothing.

Cheng Lang glanced at her twice, but didn't understand what she was doing, why this little girl was still unhappy, halfway through the way and asked, "What's so nice outside the window?"

"Huh?" Xu Qiao turned her head, "otherwise there is nothing to look at in the car."

"..."

Cheng Lang stopped talking.

Xu Qiao was stuck in her heart and didn't feel anything was wrong, she continued to stare at the green belt on the street.

She thought that today's series of accidents developed here, and there will be no worse stories-until the car was driven to the second half, the abnormal surge in the lower abdomen caught her by surprise.

What did she say to Yan Lizhen yesterday? Oh, I said that my period was postponed for more than half a month.

It has been delayed for more than half a month, can't you wait for this while?

Xu Qiao looked down at her **** pink long skirt, as if she had foreseen the tragic blood seeping through her skirt, blooming little by little on the Zeppelin seat known as the "Mobile Palace".

The car just drove up the elevated highway, and the surrounding area was deserted.

She glanced at the other side of the window quietly. Cheng Lang, who knew nothing about it, wanted to ask him for help, but stopped.

He wouldn't have sanitary napkins in his car, even if they did, she wouldn't be able to use them on the spot.

Having said that, it must be embarrassing, not to mention, what if her skirt is strong enough?

Xu Qiao tensed her lower body on pins and needles, and froze in the corner without daring to move.

The voice of the co-pilot Gao Rui talking on the phone became a BGM that distracted her.

"Sorry, Deputy Manager Li, Mr. Cheng is not in the company now."

"Your personnel transfer is a direct instruction of Mr. Cheng, and no one else has the right to intervene."

"Yes, Deputy Manager Li, Xiao Cheng is very grateful to you for your hard work and dedication to the group over the years, and I regret not having the opportunity to work with such an outstanding talent as you."

It’s a pity that the call soon ended in the blessing of "I wish you a bright future", the car returned to silence, and Xu Qiao sat down tormentedly. After a quarter of an hour, the car stopped in front of the house and vomited in relief. Tone.

Cheng Lang still had a sense of ritual as always, and opened the door for her personally.

Xu Qiao's nerves were tense, and he stepped out cautiously with one foot. As he was about to look back on the seat, his knees suddenly softened.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Cheng Lang quickly raised his forearm to help her.

She staggered forward because of inertia and fell straight over his arm. With a sound of "Ouch", the wolf rushed into his arms and hugged his waist tightly like a straw: "Wait, wait a minute... …"

There was enough heating in the car, and Cheng Lang was only wearing a thin shirt when he got down. At this moment, she was tightly wrapped by her soft arms, and she could clearly perceive the warm touch of the skin.

Even because of her slightly rickety posture, the place where she was squeezing him painted a magnificent outline on his chest.

The oxygen in the lungs seemed to be evacuated in an instant. Cheng Lang took a deep breath, slowly but without leaving room for breaking her hand away.

Xu Qiao's thoughts were not cleared, she shook her feet before she stood still, staring at him blankly.

Gao Rui, the co-pilot, also hurriedly got out of the car and looked at the two men hesitantly.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Lang frowned, adjusted his breath twice, and asked Xu Qiao with a calm face.

Before Xu Qiao answered, she suddenly heard a sound of "General Xiao Cheng" coming from behind her.

"I really trouble you to send us back!" Yan Lizhen arrived before the sound, and walked to the two of them to greet him, "It's cold outside, don't stand up, come in, sit in the house..."

The enthusiasm of Sima Zhao's heart is well-known, making Xu Qiao a little bored and embarrassed.

Cheng Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly stretched his brows to determine the identity of the person: "Mrs. Xu is polite, it's just a matter of hand, I have to go back to the company, so I won't bother."

"That's right, work is important, and I will come again when it is convenient."

Cheng Lang smiled and nodded: "My eldest brother and sister-in-law happen to live in this area, so I might have a chance in the future."

His expression was decent and calm, and his words sounded like a cordial acceptance, but Yan Lizhen could clearly distinguish the meaning behind these words.

He was saying that if he came to Xijiang Mansion again, he would follow the way of his brother and sister-in-law. This is to distinguish between myself and Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao's face collapsed instantly.

Yan Lizhen snorted in her heart, and went down the steps: "Yes, yes, Xijiang Mansion is not big here."

Cheng Lang smiled again and glanced at Xu Qiao: "I have a few more words to say to Miss Xu."

"Then I won't bother you, you guys say it well." Yan Lizhen gave Xu Qiao a wink and turned to enter the door.

Xu Qiao looked at Cheng Lang angrily: "Xiao Cheng is really good at talking, he just slapped me in the face without any hands."

Cheng Lang frowned again: "I think the sooner this matter is clarified, the better."

"You haven't seen how a celebrity clarifies the scandal? The woman should be the first to clarify, what is your big man's anxiety?"

Cheng Lang patiently nodded: "If there is another time, I will remember to ask Miss Xu to speak first. But also ask Miss Xu to remember that since you don't like to be made irresponsible, you should respect yourself first and avoid being criticized. thing."

He turned around to leave, and after another pause, he added: "If someone continues to spread rumors about your relationship with me, you can contact Gao Special Assistant to deal with it."

The implication seems to be-there is no need to contact him.

Gao Rui quickly handed over a business card of his own, nodded to Xu Qiao, and opened the door for Cheng Lang to cover the moisture on the back of his shirt in time.

Xu Qiao held the business card until Zeppelin drove away, and didn't realize it. The "controversial thing" in Cheng Lang's mouth meant that she just hugged him?

Does this man think that she deliberately seduce him?

Is he worthy of such an honor?

he! Match! Well!

Xu Qiao clutched her secretly aching lower abdomen, feeling that Qiqiao was smoking.

——

At eight o'clock in the evening, the 62nd floor of the Lanchen headquarters office was brightly lit.

After Cheng Lang returned from Xijiang Mansion, he hadn't stepped out of the office for half a step. Only Gao Rui came in and out, assigning the same work as the flow to the office of the outside president.

There was a disturbance in the group this afternoon. Li Nianda, the deputy general manager of Lanchen Department Store, was suddenly transferred to the overseas engineering department as a supervisor. He descended from the top to the grassroots level. He was unconvinced to discuss the situation, and was finally taken out by the company security.

I don’t know who got the inside story, saying that it was actually the state official set fire to the pond fish, so the news spread more and more bloody, and some people even asserted that the fate of this little man broke the last calm before the storm. It was the signal that the two leaders of Cheng Cheng officially started the war. .

So even if Gao Rui said, Xiao Cheng always asked everyone to get off work on time, and none of the big president offices dared to leave. Everyone continued to work after eating the box lunch, for fear that if they were not paying attention, they would become the victims of the group internal fighting.

But Gao Rui knew that Li Nianda's affairs did not cause a ripple in Cheng Lang's heart.

So after Cheng Lang's dinner time, he sneaked back to his independent office and dialed a video call.

On the other side of the screen is a British doctor in a white coat.

"How is CHENG recently?" Stephen asked.

"It's still the same, as soon as you have intimate physical contact with a woman, a series of hypoxia symptoms will appear."

"Hey, don't be so serious. The healing of mental illness is a very long process. Usually we say that if there is no deterioration, it means getting better." Stephen looked relaxed, "What about that girl, you said last time that CHENG followed my advice. After returning to China, he has begun to gradually try to desensitize. Oh, when he went to pick her up from get off work that day, what happened?"

"In order to avoid an accident while driving, he installed a partition on the car and tried to take it off after the girl fell asleep. The situation went well, but then... the girl was very different from what he thought. For instance, she may be too unrestrained."

"Unrestrained?"

"Yes, for example, today, she took the initiative to hug him, and he became angry with her." Gao Rui shrugged.

Stephen seemed to hear some joke: "Stop kidding, is he looking forward to a conservative girl to cure his illness? Listen to me, you must not let him miss this girl who took her initiative."

"It's probably a bit difficult. After parting with her today, he seems to be in a bad mood. I dare not irritate him."

"No, you can't always pet him. He now needs to step out of his comfort zone to be stimulated. And he is in a bad mood, perhaps because he is thinking-if he is healthy, this girl's character might make him feel Pleasant. Do you know what I mean?"

Gao Rui nodded thoughtfully: "But the other party was hurt by him, and may not come to him again."

"Then let him go and ask her to forgive."

"It's even more impossible, he won't ask for trouble."

"Nothing is impossible in love. Give him a push, Kote."

After ending the video call, Gao Rui sighed at the night outside the window.

He is not sure whether Stephen's suggestion will work, but as long as Cheng Lang has a chance to heal, the sword is worth fighting.

After so long, he can't remember exactly who Cheng Lang should be.

In this circle, men ridicule him, women praise him gentleman, but Gao Rui feels that his appearance is more like an armor to hide weakness, and his gentleman's core is just to explain: a romantic Man, why don't the leaves touch your body when you've been among thousands of flowers.

For Cheng Lang, this "successful, unrelenting, current" act on the spot seems to be a deep habit in his bones, but when exposed to others, he always accurately calculates the balance between the two contradictory personalities of the prodigal son and the gentleman.

Over the years, his condition has been repeated. When it deteriorated before, let alone physical contact, even simple face-to-face conversations with the opposite **** were a problem.

Gao Rui also eagerly hopes that someone can completely remove this occasional bomb from him.

It's just that Cheng Lang is obviously not at the mercy of others.

After tapping his head with a signature pen for a long time, Gao Rui was frowning, and he called in: "Old Gao, you asked me to inquire about that this afternoon.

Gao Rui slowly straightened his back.

While in the hospital in the afternoon, Cheng Lang called him to the corridor and asked him to inquire about what Zhao Baoxing did to Xu Qiao in elementary school, so that she can slap people in her dreams.

Gao Rui can understand Cheng Lang's mood. I slapped someone in vain and couldn't find the perpetrator to reason. If I don't figure out why, wouldn't it be difficult to resolve?

So he quickly explained the matter.

"How do you say?" Gao Rui asked.

"Hey, Miss Xu's past is a sad story."

Gao Rui's eyes lit up: "I need sad stories right now. It's best to have empathy and protective desire after people listen to them. I can reflect on, "Damn I actually hurt such a poor girl. Personal｜I must go and coax her back' story."

"Coincidentally, it's really this kind of story."

The author has something to say: ·The fact that Ai Lang always got a false name has been concealed for so long, but finally he can't help it.