This Damned Sweetness

Cheng Lang’s words gave Gao Rui a deeper understanding of the so-called "gambler psychology"-if the money went down and the profit was not won, then the money should not be smashed in vain. He can only grit his teeth while being unwilling. Invest more.

It's just that Cheng Lang will lose his money or get what he wants in the end, just as unpredictable as the changing situation at the gaming table.

After all, people are alive. To put it bluntly, they are fighting for a sigh of relief, but Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao, both of them, actually want to fight for the sigh of "you didn't answer me at the beginning, but today I make you unable to afford it". So how is this victory divided?

The curious Gao Rui really wanted to catch up to the finale in one breath and see who won.

Looking at the situation on Xu Qiao's side, this is probably wishful thinking.

For several days, the news from Milan always said that she was doing well, and there was no sign of depression. Every morning, she went to the store on the Emmanuele II Promenade with Yujin and Elio on time. I stayed in the studio all day long, and three meals a day were settled there. As for what I did, I didn’t see what I was doing, but once when she came out, the dress was stained with paint, maybe she was painting.

When hearing these news at first, no matter what Cheng Lang thought, Gao Rui was a little surprised.

He had witnessed Xu Qiao's delicacy when he was given an injection to see a doctor. It was really hard for him to imagine that she would be as relaxed as a okay person at the first encounter like this.

Moreover, according to their investigation, Yujin and Elio started from scratch. Although they are successful now, they are not very extravagant people. Their house in Beicheng is probably only the standard of an ordinary middle-class family. It is conceivable that the cost of food and clothing cannot be as high as that. Xu Qiao, a person who had to stay in a hotel for several thousand yuan a night even if he borrowed money, could adapt to the life of frugality so quickly?

Gao Rui faintly felt that something abnormal must be a demon.

It was not until a week later that news of Jinlu Jewelry’s bankruptcy proceeded. News reports that Jinlu’s grassroots employees went to the company to smash and make troubles were raging, but Xu Qiao still went to the studio well that day. Jin talked and laughed, and Gao Rui couldn't sit still.

When people are sad, they are not afraid of you howling and crying, but they are afraid that if you have nothing to do.

After holding back in my heart for a long time, it will rebound.

Sure enough, the next day, Milan said that Xu Qiao did not go to the store today, I wonder if something happened.

When he got the news, Gao Rui just came out of the group's reception room.

After the cancellation of the Dream Island project, Cheng Lang set out to rectify the Lanchen Department Store, one of which was to innovate the brand. Recently, on behalf of Cheng Lang, he received several local brands interested in entering Lanchen.

When he returned to the office on the 62nd floor, he hurriedly reported a few words about the brand’s meaning to Cheng Lang. Perhaps the speech was too fast. When Cheng Lang heard half of his gestures, he said: "If there are more important things Say."

"Miss Xu didn't go to the store today," Gao Rui blurted out without a pause, "She has nowhere else to go in Milan, will she..."

Cheng Lang put down the meeting materials on hand, frowned and let out a sigh of relief: "Make a call."

Gao Rui took the landline and pressed the hands-free button and dialed the number Xu Qiao called last time. It was almost full before he heard the sound of waking up: "Hey..."

"Miss Xu?"

There was a moment of silence, and cleared his throat and said dumbly: "Oh, yes."

Cheng Lang frowned deeper and picked up the receiver: "Sick?"

Xu Qiao's breathing was a little heavy, and she spoke as if she was squeezing out from her throat: "I just didn't wake up. I'm only here at 8 o'clock in the morning. Don't bother me..."

"Are you alone?" Cheng Lang was not arguing with her at this juncture, "No one took you to the doctor?"

"I don't need to see a doctor..." Xu Qiao mumbled up, his voice awkwardly broken, and the rest of the words floated a little vain, "I don't want to go to the hospital..."

Cheng Lang fell silent.

Xu Qiao strongly protested in front of him to go to the hospital last time. He thought she was just having a temper and deliberately sang him against him. Later, when she heard about her biological mother, he vaguely had other guesses.

Before her biological mother passed away, the course of illness was not short, and she should have been in the hospital for a long time. She was still young at the time, and it might have cast a shadow on the hospital.

Cheng Lang said: "Tell me first, what symptoms do you have now."

Xu Qiao did not speak.

"If you don't tell me, you can get better by taking medicine, you have to get injections, hospitalization, surgery..."

"If you curse, I'll go into the morgue..." Xu Qiao's voice sounded almost crying.

"Then tell me."

"My throat hurts, I don't have much strength, I feel a little sleepy, and a bit cold."

"It should be a fever, do you have an ear thermometer with you?"

"No, I don't want to move."

"Then I will ask the doctor to come over. If you need to get a fever-reducing injection, please cooperate."

"How can you cheat? Don't you mean that you can take medicine? I don't get an injection. Don't try to get the address out of my mouth!" Xu Qiao finished anxiously, as if she was afraid that her IQ would not be able to match his illness. , Who would say the missed address, hung up the phone quickly.

Of course, Cheng Lang didn't matter. She said she didn't talk about the address, but she was a little troubled by her habit of holding the phone at all times. She rubbed her temples and asked Gao Rui to contact Yujin to take care of her.

Gao Ruilin wants to make a call: "Ms. Cheng, I think Miss Xu’s two friends are also very busy, and they can’t take good care of her at all, and Miss Xu’s friendship with them may not be too deep, so it’s the reason why they are so embarrassed. So... I mean, Miss Xu has been ill for so many days. It is estimated that this will not be easy. Would you like to go to Milan and take this opportunity to take her back? You are beyond your reach. People are staring at that side every day, every time there is movement, they are so tossed."

Cheng Lang stared at him and said nothing.

That look is probably saying "Are you kidding?"

"Oh, then let's not pick up Miss Xu." Gao Rui picked up the tablet at hand and pulled out a list of work plans. "You see, there are several emerging brands in Italy that are in Lanchen's innovation plan. Would you like to take it easy? Take the time to go to the field to see?"

——

When Xu Qiao woke up from a heavy and depressed sleep like a ghost press, she saw Yu Jin sitting by the bed holding a glass of water: "Qiao, wake up, you have a fever, get up and take a fever-reducing medicine."

After sleeping, Xu Qiao felt more top-heavy. She lay sluggishly without moving, and said in a daze, "Why are you back?"

"Someone contacted me and said you were sick." Yu Jin put the medicine into her mouth.

Xu Qiao sat up with his elbows and swallowed the medicine with water: "Cheng Lang?"

"The other party didn't give his name." Yujin rolled his eyes, "Alice, are we friends? I'm by your side, but I have to hear about your illness from someone five thousand miles away. In the morning, I and Ellie Au asked if you were uncomfortable, but you also said that you just wanted to sleep in..."

Xu Qiao didn't pay attention to Yujin's words at all at this moment, and just spit on it, "Dog man!"

"Ok?"

Xu Qiao snorted: "I didn't say that I was with you at all. He must have gone wrong to check on me! Shameless!"

Yujin seemed to be stunned by her full anger this time, "Is that your boyfriend?"

"How is it possible!" She shook her head, thinking "Is he worthy?" with an expression of "Where and where?" on her face.

"I just think you scolded him like I scolded Ellio." Yujin shrugged, "Well, you continue to rest. I will be with you at home today."

"A customer has made an appointment to go to the store today to discuss the customized plan for rings and dress skirts." Xu Qiao reminded her.

"Is that why you lied to us that you didn't get sick?" Yujin said, "It's okay, let Ellio deal with it first."

Xu Qiao lay down with downcast eyes and fumbled for the handkerchief in the bed.

——

He slept until dark, and sweated after taking the anti-fever medicine. Xu Qiao's fever subsided temporarily. He was fed by Yujin and drank a bowl of porridge, and said that he thought of painting.

In this week, she actually only does painting every day.

Yu Jin appreciates her unique vision and high-level aesthetics of jewelry, but she has to honestly point out that this young lady has been wasteful of basic skills for too long, and has exquisite ideas in her head. When implemented on the drawings, it has become rough and priceless, so she can only Re-practice and polish from the basics-first hand-painted, then electric painting.

"What are you worried about?" Yujin said helplessly. "You have been holding the pen from morning to night recently. Are you still unwilling to let it go when you are sick? I don't want to benefit from you right away. You can take it slowly, really. "

"I just want to move, I'm almost falling asleep." Xu Qiao got out of bed, trimmed the hem of her white nightdress, and began to build an easel.

This room is not big. A bed, a row of closets, and a desk are almost full of all the space. The painting shelf can only be placed by the door. After opening the door, use the aisle outside the door.

Yu Jin lit the spotlight above her head and patted her on the shoulder: "Then I will go to the movie for a while, and I will check your results later."

She nodded, adjusted the position of the high chair according to the lighting, sat down with her back facing the living room, picked up the paint tray and pen, and prepared to color a swan picture that had been drawn for two days.

Sitting for half an hour, Xu Qiao heard the footsteps behind him, and said while waving a pen: "The time is very accurate, and it will be over in two strokes. Do you think the painting looks like this time?"

Xu Qiao finally brushed up two details. He leaned back slightly, and was about to look far away to see the whole. Suddenly, he heard a slightly hoarse male voice above his head: "It looks like you."

She turned around in a shock, and the paint pan in her hand flicked when she saw the person coming, and the colorful paint splashed directly on his white shirt.

Cheng Lang: "..."

Xu Qiao lowered his eyes and watched the blue and white fresh paint ticking down from the placket of his shirt, all the way to the unspeakable place.

Xu Qiao: "..."

She staggered her eyes and raised her head like a ghost: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Lang closed his eyes and maintained a stiff standing posture: "Is this question important now?"

Xu Qiaolian said "Oh" twice, put aside the paint tray and pen, ran into the room and brought a tissue to him.

Cheng Lang took a few pieces of paper and wanted to wipe it on his body. He looked at Xu Qiao with an expression of "It's so miserable, it's too **** miserable", staring at his embarrassed place, and then paused: "Turn around. ."

"Why don't you turn around?" She pointed to the bathroom at the end of the aisle, "Or you can pee."

Cheng Lang endured it, turned around and stepped a foot and stopped, turning his head to point to her painting: "With yellow paint, it should look more like it."

Xu Qiao was stunned, and waited for people to walk far away before reacting: "You are the duck! The cheapest duck like the two hundred pack nights!"