This Damned Sweetness

Here, Xu Qiao's words are fierce, but the parties seem to be in no pain, and live a colorful nightlife in the office of the vice president on the 62nd floor of the Lanchen Group headquarters.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of this oval-shaped office, you can see all the hills and hills and the row upon row of office buildings in the central business district. Therefore, even if the office is brightly lit at this moment, it is inevitable that there will be a bit of desertedness from the heights.

When Cheng Lang finished the two transnational video conferences, Gao Rui had already yawned to tears.

The reason for this trip tonight is Li Nianda, the deputy general manager of Lanchen Department Store.

After receiving Cheng Lang's inspection of the branch last time, this sycophant has shown his good intentions every other day. Tonight, he "presented" a list of financial receipts and disbursements that said it was unique. After Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao passed through the business district after parting, they came to the company to check the accounts.

As a result, the accounts were over quickly, but he seemed to have had no overtime addiction, and had a meeting again.

Gao Rui was struggling. He suddenly heard the phrase "What time is it in Moscow", and immediately refreshed: "It's 9:30 in the evening, Mr. Cheng."

The sentence patterns of "already" and "already" fully express the petition "isn't it enough that you harassed Switzerland and London, can you let Moscow go?"

Cheng Lang glanced at him lightly: "You can get off work."

If the emperor doesn't sleep, how can the **** dare to pay?

"I'll notify the Moscow side." Gao Rui cheered up and prepared to attend the third video conference.

Halfway through the meeting, heavy phone calls came frequently, but Cheng Lang didn't answer it until the end of the meeting and Gao Rui called back on his behalf.

Gao Rui went out and called Shen Dang to explain Cheng Lang's situation.

There was a sigh of relief: "It's fine to be busy, thinking he was stimulated by that girl tonight."

"More or less, or you can't have three meetings in the middle of the night."

"Is he really not inquiring about people's details in advance?"

"No. You also know that he has been very cautious in this regard since he fought'that matter'. He was originally still in the evaluation stage and has not been able to find out. By the way, President Jiang and Young Master Fang are not suspicious tonight, right? "

"Don't worry, these few have a big heart. You pay more attention to his state, and contact me if you have anything."

"I know."

When Gao Rui returned to the office, Cheng Lang had finished the meeting and was leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes to rest.

He stepped forward lightly and unexpectedly found that the roots of Cheng Lang's ears were slightly red.

Cheng Lang couldn't touch his face while drinking, and he was not on the spot. He had to wait for his stamina. Once this signal came, he was basically half drunk.

"..." Wait a moment, was this big guy already drunk during the meeting?

"Mr. Cheng?" Gao Rui whispered.

Cheng Lang slowly opened his eyes, and it took a while for his eyes to focus.

"Are you drunk and want to send you back to Xinglin Bay?"

"No."

"Look at your ears are quite red..."

"Red ears must mean drunkenness?"

The subtext that does not necessarily mean being drunk is: it may mean being scolded? Throughout the ancient and modern times, people who are drunk never admit that they are drunk, otherwise, how can they even say such superstitious things.

However, Gao Rui gave up the argument, taking advantage of his unconsciousness, deliberately probed his unpredictable mood: "Are you worried that the young man is scolding you behind his back?"

"That kid dare to scold me?"

"Then you mean Ms. Xu? But Ms. Xu won't scold you any more. You were considerate to her tonight, and you solved the little boy's entanglement for her..." Gao Rui reacted, "Did you end up in the car? Did you draw a line with her?"

Cheng Lang closed his eyes, as if by default.

"You did this because you were scrupulous about the little boy?"

"looks like?"

Not like.

Lan Chen has already taken action, let alone a woman. In Cheng Lang's view, the only things in this world that he wants or don't want, no one comes first and who comes later.

Gao Rui knew that it should be like this, but he didn't give up trying to confirm whether he and Xu Qiao still had room for a change.

It turned out that Cheng Lang still couldn't accept this kind of "troublesome" woman-living in the same circle with him, not only rich in emotional experience, at least not poor, open-minded and active, and temperamental.

In short, Xu Qiao almost occupied all the attributes Cheng Lang didn't like.

Gao Rui said: "Blame me for my dereliction of duty. I didn't understand Ms. Xu's background early. But it's strange to say, how could Jinlu Jewelry's daughter go to high-speed tolls?"

"I don't know," Cheng Lang spoke slowly and slowly, "not curious."

The desire to survive made Gao Rui not say "you are not curious, I am curious", but only relieved: "I know that it is not easy for you to send a message. Although the results are not satisfactory, as the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. , A Miss Xu fell down, and thousands of Miss Xu stood up..."

"History of Yang Xiu is brilliant," Cheng Lang lazily interrupted him, "When he worked as a counselor next to Cao Cao, he made many contributions, but in the end he was killed by Cao Cao. Do you know why?"

Gao Rui was taken aback for a moment: "Why is this?"

"Because he says too much."

"..."

Gao Rui sighed quietly-if Miss Xu knew that his boss had such a poisonous lining hidden under his well-dressed skin, she should thank him for his strategic retreat tonight.

——

In the next few days, Xu Qiao still moved between the toll booth and the hotel, but she never saw Cheng Lang again.

To say sad, not to mention, just angry.

When Feng Sa Sa was so angry that she once again proposed to change shifts with her, she cursed straightforwardly: "I want to be beautiful! How about when I am an ancestor?"

Feng Sa Sa was inexplicably sprayed with blood on her head, and from then on, she was at odds with her, and led a group of older sisters to roll her eyes all day long. But Shi Hua has always been the same enemy with her.

Xu Qiaoxin said that there are rivers and lakes in places where there are people, and a toll station has been scheming. It is a pity that she is not interested in Xinglin Bay. The love and hatred of pediatrics here can not arouse her mood swings.

The thing worthy of her fluctuation happened on Friday night-when she got off work, she saw her Rolls Royce Gust stop on the side of the road, and Li Shu greeted her: "Miss, Mr. Xu is not at home on the weekend. Madam asked me to pick it up quietly. You go back and live for two days."

The "madam" in Uncle Li's mouth refers to Yan Lizhen, the current wife of her father.

What is this called? A father is not as good as a stepmother.

Xu Qiao was moved to tears, and when she arrived at Xijiang Mansion, she even moved a little bit of fragile literary and timid thoughts.

The night is getting dark, and the villas in the Xijiang Mansion are standing by the river, the courtyards are covered with floor lamps, and the exquisite milky-white bungalows are quietly immersed in the golden halo, and they are as healing as the crescent moon in the sky.

As soon as Xu Qiao entered the courtyard, Yan Lizhen greeted her in an apron: "Oh, why my family has lost so much, I really hurt my mother!"

"Mom, I'm too difficult--!"

Yan Lizhen patted her shoulder: "I have prepared a bath soup for you. Let me take a bath to relieve fatigue. I will come down for a late night snack. Mom is cooking by herself. Fresh crabs from Devonshire are your favorite. Seafood curry."

Xu Qiao didn't immediately go to the bath. Feng Fenghuo first went to the cloakroom on the second floor that occupies a quarter of the indoor area of ​​the bungalow and belongs to her alone-it is also the most valuable place in Xu's family except for the safe.

The voice-activated light strip lights up as soon as she opens the double doors. She jumped from east to west like a bee, passing through the rows of wardrobes, shoe racks, and lockers, buzzing "no less, no less," "still still" in her mouth, and finally stopped with gratitude. In front of the jewelry table.

The overhead track light illuminates the entire jewelry table with brilliance, countless flashes of silver light jumping and floating in the air, Xu Qiao hugs the glass table top and inhales the long-lost jewellery until the comfortable energy spreads from the hair to the toes , I finally feel alive.

After soaking for an hour and rolling in the soft bed for ten minutes, Xu Qiao swallowed downstairs slowly.

Because she doesn't really want to eat supper. Sleep disturbance has caused her to have poor appetite recently, and she often has stomach distension and nausea after taking two mouthfuls.

After Xu Qiao went downstairs, she barely went to the table under Yan Lizhen's kind invitation. As expected, she had just scooped a spoonful of curry into her mouth, but she suddenly nauseated because of the heavy taste and rushed into the bathroom for a while.

She rubbed her stomach, sighed and washed her face, only to find that Yan Lizhen's face had changed.

"Qiaoqiao," her stepmother looked at her with a surprised look, "you are..."

Xu Qiao looked back at her strangely.

"Mom meant, are you on time for your official holiday recently?"

This thinking seems to extend a bit far.

Xu Qiao sat back at the table and sighed again when she talked about this: staying up late not only hurt her stomach, but also caused her serious endocrine disorders.

"Postponed for more than half a month." She replied.

There was an inexplicable ambiguity on Yan Lizhen's face: "Mom heard that you and the second son of the Cheng family have recently gotten closer?"

This thinking really extends a bit far.

Xu Qiao didn't touch the curry anymore, and poured a glass of water to drink: "Who did you hear?"

"Don't care who said it," Yan Lizhen looked at her with blinking eyes, "Mom asks you, will you have it?"

Xu Qiao choked a big mouthful of water: "...What is there? How can it be?"

"No," Yan Lizhen said to herself, "Mom has to make an appointment for you to check up quickly, then we must not go to the toll booth anymore. This is so bad for your body! By the way, it's a matter of course. Does the second son know?"

"..." She didn't even know, what did Cheng Lang want to know?

As soon as Xu Qiao was about to explain, she heard Xu Xun go downstairs with her slippers: "Mom, can you not listen to wind but rain? Are there few things that are made out of nothing?"

Yan Lizhen regained her seriousness: "What Bapo? You can speak this kind of words as a scholar? Go back to the study!"

"It's all swearing, so what kind of high and low are you using?"

Xu Qiao glanced at the mother and son: "Excuse me, who is this?"

Yan Lizhen laughed dryly: "Qiaoqiao, don't worry about what you say outside, it's all because people are jealous that you can get the blue eyes of the second son of Cheng, this matter, mother absolutely supports you, the second son of the Cheng family is much better than the third son your dad gave you Up!"

"Mom, I'm looking for something to do with my sister." Xu Yu suddenly grabbed Xu Qiao and pulled her upstairs.

Xu Qiao followed him all the way into the study, and then became unresponsive because of physical discomfort, and the matter was linked up.

Zhao Baoxing's body is full of mouths. It is estimated that I heard about her and the Cheng family brothers, so he was chewing his tongue again.

She leaned back against the door of the room and hugged her **** and looked at Xu Yu, who had a black face: "The kid is quite loyal. Tell me, what did those eight wives tell me?"

Xu Xun pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xu Qiao nodded to express understanding.

It can be said that Yan Lizhen was misunderstood like that because of the slightest disturbance. It is not easy to say the scale of this rumor.

"Well, don't make it difficult for you, I will ask myself."

Xu Qiao clapped her hands and was about to leave. Xu Li stopped her: "Tomorrow there will be an antique biennale in the National Exhibition Center, do you know?"

"you know too?"

"Mom called you home just to let you participate in this, saying that there will be a lot of celebrities, and I want you to seize the opportunity..."

Xu Qiao nodded: "That's it, okay."

Xu Li frowned: "Are you going?"

"I didn't want to go," she spread her hands, "but people's saliva and stars are splashing on my face, can I hide my house and let them make irresponsible remarks?"

——

Regarding her daughter's marriage, Yan Lizhen always hoped that she would marry high and early.

Xu Qiao knew everything well, so she was not surprised to be dragged up the next morning for beauty, SPA, makeup, and styling. She squinted her sleepy eyes and accepted the tricks calmly like a living dead.

But when she woke up, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, frowning at Yan Lizhen's taste.

Nude vermicelli dress, a full set of pearl jewelry, princess head braided hair, coral jelly makeup-this is hard to push her in a gentle and harmless direction.

But she might be torn with someone today.

The stylist looked at her worried and asked if she needed to change it.

She shook her head: "Forget it, can't the little princess be forced? Contrast cuteness won't affect my performance."

Xu Qiao clapped her hands and went downstairs, and heard Yan Lizhen greet her for lunch.

"I have no appetite." She waved her hand, and pointed to the skirt on her body. "Besides the pinch, there is no room for me to eat."

Yan Lizhen already knew that her "have" was just a beautiful misunderstanding, and she gave her a gesture of "Come on, mother looks good on you": "You young people's place, mother will not join in the fun, remember, Cheng family The second son is the first choice. You can also take a look at the others. Let's not hang on a tree!"

It seemed as if she could get the truth for her as long as she liked it.

Xu Qiao got into Uncle Li's car because of lack of food and sleep. When she was approaching the National Exhibition Center, she received a call that made her suddenly excited.

Zhu Li said that she saw a good show at the National Exhibition Center-Cheng Ye and the fourth-line female star last time came to the Biennale arm in arm, and met Zhao Baoxing at the door. Zhao Baoxing asked him what he meant by bringing this woman. Cheng Ye said innocently: "From the opening of Li Dun to today, I have always been such a girlfriend. The night I slept with you was completely an accident of my bad mood. You Treat it as a late break-up gun, okay?"

Xu Qiao was stunned.

Did Cheng Ye and Zhao Baoxing also have a leg?

Zhu Li on the other side laughed and fell together: "Your ex-boyfriend is really a talent, you don't know. After he said this, Zhao Baoxing and the female star exploded. He persuaded him in the middle and said, "Don't fight for me." In fact, you two are almost the same in my eyes, I don’t like it very much.”

Xu Qiao almost laughed and thumped the car when she heard it: "What then?"

"The female celebrity ran away, and Cheng Ye went to coax people and left. Only Zhao Baoxing has a good psychological quality and stays here. By the way, there is one thing, I said you don't be too angry."

Xu Qiao took a deep breath and prepared: "'I'm not angry when others are angry, and no one will replace her when I get sick.' Let's talk."

"I just listened to the corner and heard that Cheng Ye and Zhao Baoxing had a good time. It was after you and before the female star. It was Zhao Baoxing who got involved in you and Cheng Ye, and you were broken up..."

Xu Qiao was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the woman named "Baby" that Cheng Ye had coaxed at the gate of Xifuhui a while ago.

It turns out that the baby is not an ordinary nickname, but Zhao Baoxing's nickname?

So, she put down her figure and sent a message to Cheng Ye to beg for peace that night, asking him to reply "Which one of you" to humiliate her, was Zhao Baoxing?

She just said who had such a grudge against her.

Zhu Li said, "Even though she was dumped later, you don't really care about Cheng Ye, but one yard goes to one yard. Green you are a shameless little three. I think you have to let you know about this. "

Xu Qiao's car stopped at the entrance of the China National Exhibition Center, and Zhao Baoxing just entered her vision.

"You just said that she has a good psychological quality?" Xu Qiao asked Zhu Li on the other end of the phone while getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I'm pretending to be okay, and I got together with those sisters to talk and laugh."

"Then I don't know if it is an honor to become the last straw that overwhelms Miss Zhao." Xu Qiao cut off the phone, moved her wrists and bones, and smiled and stopped the beautiful woman not far away, "Miss Zhao."

Zhao Baoxing and a group of her sisters all turned around.

Xu Qiao stepped on the lady's shoes and stepped forward gently and slapped Zhao Baoxing's face.

A crisp and loud "pop", with a kind of fullness of "beating you, it took all my strength", sounded in the wide and empty hall.

A sense of refreshment rushed to Xu Qiao's head in an instant, making her feel comfortable - if in the next second, she didn't find Cheng Lang watching her from the mirror wall directly in front.

The author has something to say: Mr. Lang iswatchingyou!