This Damned Sweetness

The phone shook again, and there was new news from Zhu Li: "But it's not bad for you anyway, you also like to hear about it, and you don't lose!"

Where is it? Where is it not to lose?

This comforting words turned into "reverse points" here. She stood in front of the kitchen cabinet while pouring boiling water, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt she was losing.

If it weren’t for the misunderstanding of Cheng Lang’s motivation to clean up the Zhao’s family, she would never talk to him nicely today, nor would she agree to meet him, let alone make-up for him and boil him water...

After doing it for a long time, it turned out that she directed and acted in a one-man show that made a mess of beauty and coaxed herself!

Is there any girl in this world who is more wronged than her?

She drooped her mouth and looked towards the living room through the glass wall of the kitchen. She saw Cheng Lang was leaning back on the sofa and typing on her mobile phone. She didn't know what happened to her. Even the sitting posture was much more comfortable than before, sir. Like waiting for her to serve him lovingly.

Then serve him well today!

Xu Qiao bit his cheeks, picked up the salt jar in the kitchen and sprinkled it into the boiling water. After that, he did not forget to take out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator and add them to ensure that he could taste this glass of Balara energy water for the first time. .

The movement of salting here did not disturb the two nearby men who were immersed in the WeChat chat.

Cheng Lang: "Call her a dinner."

Gao Rui: "Okay, but I don't know what Miss Xu likes to eat?"

Cheng Lang: "Crab yellow soup dumplings, shrimp rice rolls, plum pastry, American style."

When Gao Rui saw this line, he was a little familiar. He suddenly remembered that it was what Xu Qiao had said in the hospital that day and was about to follow suit. He suddenly saw Cheng Lang change his words: "As long as the plum pastry and porridge, Dr. Song made her avoid it.

When Xu Qiao brought the water over, Cheng Lang happened to send out this message. He naturally locked the screen of the phone, took the cup in her hand, and habitually touched the wall of the cup with her index finger. He probably felt that the water temperature was moderate and not thin. Seeing the slightly turbid water in the cup, he said "thank you" and put it on his lips.

The next moment the world is still.

Cheng Lang's face was twisted on the edge of fission and collapse, slowly raising his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Xu Qiao blinked and looked at him innocently.

The upbringing he had received since childhood prevented Cheng Lang from doing the sloppy behavior of spitting out the water he drank, so after a few seconds, he frowned and swallowed this mouthful of salt water with difficulty. After the jumping temple calmed down for a while, he asked: "What kind of water is this?"

He could hear his voice trembling slightly, and his voice became hoarse.

"Salt water!" Xu Qiao was confident, "Didn't it mean that salt water can reduce inflammation? Your throat is dumb, I will treat you."

Cheng Lang's eyes were staring at her, as if he was discerning whether she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, and when he turned to look at the glass of water in his hand, he knew clearly.

The opaque coffee cup, the water temperature adjusted to the right, and the salt water turbid to this concentration... These messages all point to-she is clearly "deliberate murder."

The gentleman's mask seemed to be torn, and Cheng Lang looked at her with a single word: "Do you drink alcohol directly when you want to drink?"

Xu Qiao sneered in his heart, "The dog man finally showed his ugly face," and looked at him pitifully: "I'm doing it for you too. I just accidentally put too much salt. Why is it so fierce."

Cheng Lang stuck his breath in his chest and couldn't swallow or vomit it out. He closed his eyes and pressed down the fire. He nodded with "ok, fine", "Then please pour me a glass of boiled water again, thank you."

"Ah..." Xu Qiao was embarrassed, "but I just cooked this cup, or you wait..."

Cheng Lang completely lost his patience, got up and said goodbye: "No, let's go."

Xu Qiao waved his hand happily: "Xiao Cheng always walks slowly and doesn't give it away!"

Gao Rui at the door suffocated after Cheng Lang took a sip of salt water and dared not move. He said that "the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful" it was written by Mr. Jin Yong is really a famous saying.

He was delayed for a long time before hurriedly following Cheng Lang: "Are you okay?"

Cheng Lang loosened his bow tie and walked into the elevator without saying a word. He waited until the lobby to speak, "Did I tell you yesterday that you are here to negotiate with her today?"

"Yes, but you did not insist today..."

Cheng Lang went all the way and flew his eyes with a knife: "I need to say the same thing a second time?"

"No, next time I will take the initiative to take these jobs!"

"no more chance."

Gao Rui gave a wink.

"The compensation is in place, you do the rest of the finishing work, no need to report to me."

"Then the dinner for Miss Xu is still called..."

Cheng Lang paused: "'Repay grievances by virtue, how can you repay virtue", haven't read the Analects?"

Gao Rui grimaced and cancelled the order.

——

Xu Qiao turned her head and told Zhu Li about the pleasing thing.

Zhu Li was stunned and asked her, are you afraid to provoke him and get no compensation?

She said without fear, this man is stingy in trivial matters, and magnificent in major matters. Even if she washes his face with boiling water today, it is her, he can't miss her.

Sure enough, in the next week, Gao Rui contacted her three times on behalf of Cheng Lang.

The first time I asked her about the account, the second time I gave her a six-figure amount of money, and the third time when it was time for her to review, I asked if she needed Dr. Song to come for her.

Xu Qiao's scalp has recovered quite well, and she swiftly replied without saying anything.

It's just that the health is good, the leisure is over, and the miserable working life is faced.

On a working day a week later, on a sunny day in early winter, she dejectedly took a taxi to Xinglin Bay.

At seven o'clock in the morning, before the shift time, Xu Qiao slowly walked into the rest area of ​​the toll booth to change his uniform, only to see a group of colleagues chatting together and chatting about gossip. When she saw her, she hummed collectively.

So it is obvious that the subject is her.

Xu Qiao didn't care what they were talking about, and walked straight to the locker room, halfway down by Shi Hua: "Your dad is here!"

Xu Qiao was taken aback, and looked around: "Where is it? How do you know it's my dad?"

"Everyone knows it! Uncle Xu sent gifts to everyone at the station, and said to pick you up home, he's in the station master's office now!"

Xu Qiaozhang Er went to the stationmaster's office without his head. When he reached the door, he could vaguely hear the dialogue inside through the open crack of the door.

"This time has caused you trouble!"

"You don't have to be polite, Mr. Xu! But the colleagues in the station didn't know her background before, and they often competed with her. The working conditions here are really tough, and I have wronged your daughter!"

"Why? She has been spoiled since she was a child. I want to exercise her, let her endure hardships, know how hard it is to make money, and then it will be easier to take care of yourself. Don't be so lavish."

"You are just joking. With your family, your daughter is still afraid that the money will not be enough?"

Xu Kangrong seemed to want to sigh, and stopped halfway through the sigh, and said, "The wealth of the family is not worth it. Her mother left early, and I couldn't raise her for the rest of my life. She always went before her. This self-care ability really requires one person to live alone, I am afraid that I will not even be able to live a life!"

"Then you can rest assured, the work at the toll station is boring and rigid. Miss Xu has persisted for so long, and she will definitely be able to do other tasks in the future."

Xu Qiao stood at the door with her eyes down, unexpectedly Xu Kangrong hurriedly ended the conversation and opened the door.

The father and daughter looked at each other.

Xu Qiao shrugged, with an expression of "I didn't overhear on purpose."

"Listen to your dad's corner, whether it's big or small!" Xu Kangrong pointed at her vainly, "Okay, Lao Li is already waiting at the door, you go home with him."

"I don't need to stay in a hotel anymore?" Xu Qiao followed Xu Kangrong out, "Why is it so kind to let me go home suddenly?"

"Hey you girl, you don't want to let you go home, right?"

"Don't change the subject by speculation." Xu Qiao glanced at him and returned what he had said at the hotel that day. "Honestly, is there something wrong with the former subsidiary?"

"..." Xu Kangrong choked and said silently, "You are smart."

"You are really good, so that no one at home knows! You dare to be afraid that I will starve to death on the street after Jinlu goes bankrupt, so that you are urging me to have a blind date and sending me here again?"

"Whether bankruptcy is not bankrupt, it means that the funds cannot be turned around for a while, and they are all resolved now."

"You can't solve it by taking a gamble?"

"How can it be!" Xu Kangrong glanced at her.

"Really solved?"

"I don't believe it? There is a private jewellery auction at the Radisson Pai Hotel tonight. You can take a few of your favorites and show them to those who chew your tongue. I will let someone call you for the money."

Xu Qiao wiped the corners of her eyes with the emotion of finally not having to look up at others, and asked the last question: "Then you still force me to marry?"

"Don't force it! The two sons of the Cheng family, especially the second child, are scheming, not what you can eat, so you can do it with others! As long as Jinlu stays in one day, Dad will support you for one day, okay? ?"

Xu Qiao nodded vigorously, and with a sigh of "who is rich", she slammed onto the floor of her Rolls Royce.

——

At eight o'clock in the evening, the elegant room on the second floor of Xifu Club was filled with smoke.

At the poker table, Jiang Fang bit a cigarette and played a pair of old aces, and glanced at the opposite side sinkingly: "The degree of your rejection of women is really impressive," he said, pointing to the waiter at hand, "Even the smoke is Men give me some points."

Shen Dang silently carried this heavy black pot: "Don't open your mouth and shut up women, you don't think women are bothersome? Ask Mr. Lang what he was like by a woman last week."

Cheng Lang glanced at him.

This is a subconscious habit. At the moment when it may be exposed, Cheng Lang will always be shaped into a prodigal son who is inextricably linked with women.

But this time the topic, unfortunately, stepped on the painful foot of the "prodigal son".

Since this week, Cheng Lang has felt salty in his mouth from time to time. Before drinking water, he would “be bitten by a snake once and fear Xu Qiao for ten years” and tentatively took a sip.

It is said that love requires taste and memory.

If this is Xu Qiao's scheming to make him remember her, then she has succeeded.

Cheng Lang's complexion was not very good-looking, one after another, one straight, one pair of king bombs, knocked on the table without talking, and motioned to the waiter to keep the account.

Jiang Fang became more curious: "Who would dare to make waves? You two said, why am I kept in the dark every time?"

Shen Dang shrugged, indicating that Cheng Lang would not speak, nor did he dare to speak.

Jiang Fang sighed: "It is said that the friendship of three people is the easiest to break, I think we are about to break up."

"I can't go away," Cheng Lang raised his chin and pointed to the card table. "Whoever is going to rush to send money every day."

"..."

Jiang was so angry that he couldn't speak with his forehead.

At this moment, Gao Rui hurriedly walked into the room, rushed to Cheng Lang, leaned over his ear and said, "Mr. Cheng, the young man suddenly appeared in Beicheng."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it sent to Antarctica?"

"It was arranged like this. At that time, the young man also flew to London happily, so I didn't stare at all the time. I didn't expect someone said just now that the young man went to the Li Pai Hotel to participate in the jewelry auction tonight."

Cheng Lang nodded: "If your feet are on him, then let him go."

"That's right..." Gao Rui said with a frown, "but I don't know if it's a coincidence, Miss Xu was there tonight. You also know the little boy's temperament, so sneak back, and go immediately after the flight. Looking for Miss Xu, will you do anything to her..."

Cheng Lang stagnated for a while, and saw the two men next to him erect their ears together, and smiled casually: "What rare treasure do you think she is, it's worth thinking about for so long?"

Gao Rui nodded, with an expression of "Well, I will say everything here. If you really want to do anything, you can just do not regret it": "Then I will go out first, you have a good time."

He flicked his **** together, picked up a handful of new cards and fanned them, orderly.

After three in a row, Cheng Lang took the cards so well that he almost didn't need to use his brain to remember the cards, and he was the landlord again and again.

Perhaps because of this, he gradually didn't concentrate his energy on the table. The effort of three cards lit two cigarettes, I don't know if it was to relieve fatigue or boredom.

In the fourth hand, Jiang let go of the cards and took a look, and he got another bad hand.

Shen Dang also sighed, "What's the matter with my luck tonight," he asked Cheng Lang, "A good card is brought to you. Have you recently attached a koi?"

"Perhaps." Cheng Lang pressed out the cigarette **** and picked up the new card. After speaking, he didn't know what to think of, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

The lottery in Xu's family seemed to be the numbers Xu Qiao personally touched.

Really so good?

"What's the matter?" Shen Dang asked.

Cheng Lang listened to the cards in silence and did not answer. After a while, he acted and put the cards face down on the table.

"Stop fighting?" Jiang Fang looked at him.

"Get a koi first, or you won't be able to win the card later." Cheng Lang picked up the suit at hand and got up and left.