This Damned Sweetness

In such annoying bass as "thump, thump, thump," time suddenly starts counting in milliseconds stingly.

Between the twinkling gazes, the two of them thought of an appropriate reason for the abnormal heartbeat rhythm at the moment.

He is sick again-Cheng Lang.

Who on earth is so nervous — Xu Qiao.

Then one looked to the left, and the other turned to the right.

Xu Qiaofei blinked his eyes quickly and strained to filter out the images stuck in his mind-this dog man's face is really hard to pick out thorns, he is rich and looks like a human, no wonder he wants to soak her so confidently.

Cheng Lang forced himself to ignore the existence of his hands and feet, concealing the stiffness of the limbs and the slight tremors of the bones and joints-bear it, push her away again, and she might send him to the crematorium in advance.

The clatter of men's leather shoes went from far to near, and from near to far.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and finally freed themselves from the intimate, almost embracing posture.

Unfortunately, just after Cheng Lang retreated, he was called by "General Lang" to give up all his efforts.

"It's really you? It's surprising, our boss actually descended to this kind of corner." Jiang Fang, everyone walked to the side of the sports car, and felt that he had just seen a familiar figure from his back and looked back again. At a glance.

Xu Qiao heard it out. This is the son-in-law who called her gourd baby when she saw her last time at Muse!

Cheng Lang concealed the person behind him, straightened his suit and hem, and said with a serious face: "Can you send my sister home, can't I?"

Jiang Fang showed a suddenly realized expression, and thought that something was wrong. The man was still caring about Xu's family half an hour ago, and he glanced suspiciously behind him: "Hey, your sister is so shy, wouldn't it happen to be Xu? "

Xu Qiao avoided silently stomping behind the pillar.

After all, there is no end!

Cheng Lang half-turned his head to look at her, Langyan Langyu put on cover: "Does that girl know how to write the word shy?"

Xu Qiao: "..."

"Yes, ah, we always have a good sister in the seawall, how can we only take a scoop."

Xu Qiao: "..."

Cheng Lang closed his eyes. The fact that he didn't put this glib into the car for the first time was his biggest mistake in decision-making over the years.

"Drive away in three seconds," he pointed to Jiang Fang's car. "Next year, there is still room for negotiation between Lan Chen and Lang Xin."

Jiang Fang was taken aback.

"three."

"No, what did I say wrong?"

"two."

"Fuck, really?"

"One."

Jiang Fang slid off the door and stepped on the accelerator, rushing out like a rocket.

Cheng Lang stayed silent for a while, as if nothing had happened, turned back to face Xu Qiao, raised his chin and signaled to go in: "Let's go."

Xu Qiao gave him a "five": "The waves stop, and the good sisters of a sea pond are sending them one by one. I am really worried that your long night is not enough." After saying that, he nodded to him and turned away.

Cheng Lang watched her walk into the elevator in a good and funny way, looked up at this long night, and let out a sigh.

Some people look glamorous and turbulent on the surface, but in fact they don't even have a sister behind them.

——

The apartment arranged by Cheng Lang is a medium-sized apartment with three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, two bathrooms and one balcony. Because the decoration style is quite official, it really looks more like a staff dormitory instead of the "golden house" in Jinwu Cangjiao.

As soon as Xu Qiao entered the door, she saw that the dining room table was full of dishes, and she swept away most of them were fresh seafood.

The aunt greeted her with steaming dishes: "Miss Yu, I don’t know what you like to eat, so I just made a variety of things. Xiao Cheng always said that you are from Nancheng and grew up by the sea, so I prepared more. I had some seafood."

Xu Qiao smelled the familiar seafood, not knowing whether it was hungry or something, her eyes were a little sour, and she stood still in the hallway.

The aunt tentatively asked: "Is it not to your appetite? Then I will..."

"No, it's fine," she interrupted and entered the house, "Auntie, what is your last name?"

"My surname is Zhou." Aunt Zhou laughed, "If you have any needs in the future, please send me at any time and I will live nearby."

Xu Qiao nodded, washed his hands on the table, after a while, moved his chopsticks.

I don’t know if it was this Aunt Zhou’s ingenuity, or Cheng Lang’s confession, a table of seafood almost didn’t require her laborious and lazy practice. The shrimp had already picked the shrimp thread and removed the shell, and the crab meat was also picked up. The fish was picked up with chopsticks, and the meat rustled off.

A while ago, I mostly ate fast food in Milan, and it was inevitable that I was a little uncomfortable. At this time, I was eating authentic Chinese food, and it was all her heart. For the first time since an accident at home, Xu Qiao had a real appetite.

Just thinking of Milan, it was a coincidence that Yu Jin's call interrupted the dinner.

When Xu Qiao saw the caller ID, she felt a little complicated.

She didn't know how to describe the empty feeling in her heart.

Just like when her father left, he took the initiative to entrust the most important things to Cheng Lang, as if everyone could be easily "fixed" by Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang rejected her when he didn't want her, and exhausted his methods when he wanted her. Now she has nothing, as if it was all within his thoughts.

When the phone was almost broken, Xu Qiao answered, "Hey."

"Alice, he has a showdown with you?"

Xu Qiao answered dumbly.

"Alice, I'm sorry. No matter how touching he persuaded me, I will apologize to you for my decision."

"It's okay." Xu Qiao's fingers scribbled on the table unconsciously. "He is so powerful, everyone can't stand it."

"Alice, I know you must be uncomfortable, you can get angry with me."

"No need, my fire is over to him." Xu Qiao shrugged.

Yu Jin said silently: "Then listen to me about a proposal. I kept a little eye during the negotiation with him and shared the studio shares with him equally. I thought, if you think he bullies you, I can Transfer half of my shares to you..."

Xu Qiao was taken aback.

"In this way, you are the owner of the studio..."

"No," Xu Qiao interrupted her, "then the studio has nothing to do with you, and I don't have the financial means to bear the shares in your hands."

Yu Jin laughed: "Without Cheng Lang and you, this studio would not have been re-operated. For me, it was just an idle thing. As for the money issue, you don’t have to worry. I will transfer the shares to you first. You can pay me back when you generate income."

Xu Qiao shook his head: "You keep an abandoned studio to this day, it means that it is not an idle thing for you, but your original intention to enter the jewelry industry. I also came from jewelry design, although I learned a lot of fun at the beginning, but I also know how important the original intention is to an artist. I will not take this studio. And for me, since I have decided to start again, I can’t go on the road in debt."

"But you and Cheng Lang..."

"It's okay," Xu Qiao snorted and regained his vitality, "I won't bully him."

"So you decided to stay?"

To be honest, before Yu Jin made this call, she hadn't made a decision. From the moment she saw Cheng Lang in the studio, she was stunned by confusion and anger.

But after the law firm learned the truth about the contract and heard Yu Jin’s proposal about shares at this moment, she discovered that things might not be as bad as she thought at first.

What a shrewd businessman Cheng Lang is, if he didn't want to, Yu Jin would never have the opportunity to stand behind him.

So these five-five-five shares are what Cheng Lang agreed with her.

That shows that he at least didn't intend to restrain her in the workplace.

In this case, if she turns around and leaves just because he holds half of the shares in his hand and gives up the development opportunities that turmeric provides her, wouldn't it be a very young child who has a temper and suffers?

What's more, Cheng Lang said that he will not stay in the studio for more than three hours a week.

Seven days add up to three hours. What can he do to her?

After a moment of silence, Xu Qiao nodded: "I have decided. I will work hard at Berg. Just wait for my debut!"

——

When Xu Qiao put down the phone, she thought confidently that tomorrow, she must have an impressive morning, sign the contract, and then turn into a hardworking bee to buzz in the studio.

The result is full of ideals, and very skinny in reality. Seventeen or eight alarm clocks didn't make her up. When she woke up naturally, it was past 12 noon.

This cannot be blamed on Xu Qiao's slack. In fact, China was seven hours faster than Milan. She held her handkerchief all night, immersed in the awake "I can't sleep, I'm not sleepy" tossing over and over again, until six o'clock in the morning, she barely felt sleepy.

Xu Qiao sat up sleepily from the bed, picked up her mobile phone and looked at it. There were zero new text messages and zero missed calls-no one rushed her? Is she too inexistent as an emerging talent?

She called Lin Bai, asked her to arrange a vehicle, then got up to wash her make-up, waited for the studio, and asked the front desk girl the first thing after entering the door: "Is the boss there?"

The little girl replied: "The boss is not here, but the boss heard that you decided to sign the contract and sent an assistant over. The front foot has just arrived."

Xu Qiao nodded and walked to the third floor.

Lin Bai deliberately waited for her at the top of the stairs and told her: "The last name of the assistant boss is Gao."

Xu Qiaoxin said she knew Gao Rui, she couldn't be more familiar with it, but she couldn't explain it clearly.

Yesterday, she and Yu Jin learned about the members of the studio in detail, and learned that these people were not the "hands" arranged by Cheng Lang, but decent employees. Some of them were originally with Yu Jin and some It was a new trick a while ago.

So she is now like a private visit to Weifu, and it is difficult to reveal her relationship with a certain "big man".

Ah yeah, they don't matter too!

Xu Qiao gave Lin Baibi a reassuring gesture, let her go downstairs, and then walk into the office.

The boss chair was empty. Gao Rui didn't dare to sit on it. As soon as he saw her, he happily got up from the side sofa and asked her to sit on the boss chair to sign the contract.

Xu Qiao glanced at the powerful boss chair with disgust: "No, it smells." Yesterday she posted Cheng Lang, feeling that after the shower, she still had the lingering smell of woody perfume.

"..." Gao Rui didn't force her, waited for her to fill in the contract information, and chatted with her. "Xiao Cheng always wants to come and sign the contract with you in person, but there are too many things to go away. I have been busy this morning. , I haven't had any food right now."

Xu Qiao glanced at him: "I haven't eaten it either."

"Oh," Gao Rui looked guilty and guilty, "Did you not let Aunt Zhou make lunch for you? Aunt Zhou didn't come here without permission because she didn't know your habits and was afraid to disturb you. Then I will call you one now. Dining bar."

"What do other people in the studio usually eat?"

"It's also a meal order. It only costs 20 to 30 yuan for a box lunch. There is a small place here and there are few restaurants nearby. Generally, group reservations are made in advance."

"Then you make an exception today to order me a meal, and start ordering this for me tomorrow."

"That box of lunch... are you used to it?"

Xu Qiao pouted her lips.

Of course not used to it. But now is different from the past. You can't swollen your face to fill a fat man. Then she owes Yujin, she doesn't know that the year of the monkey will be paid off.

That seafood dinner last night has become her spiritual comfort for every next box lunch.

She nodded vigorously: "I can!"

Gao Rui wiped her sad tears, saying that it was not years but experience that made people mature, and turned around to report to Cheng Lang.

After Xu Qiao signed the contract, he ate a few bites of food in his small independent office on the second floor and then went into the studio and chose a tree scene by the French window to draw a sketch.

Today is a sunny day, the room is well-lit, and the conditions are more comfortable than those in Milan. She didn't start to feel tired, and the sun was setting outside.

Then I drew and painted, and there was an extra Bentley in the treescape—if she remembered correctly, Cheng Lang seemed to have a slightly unobtrusive Bentley besides the overly high-profile Zeppelin.

At the same time, Lin Bai knocked on the door of the studio: "Miss Yu, get off work early today."

"Something?" She stopped writing, asking what she had foreboding.

"The boss said to welcome the new year today and take our studios to the city for dinner!"

"..." It's a very down-to-earth statement, and only those who don't know Cheng Lang's true background can put such a smoky word on him.

Xu Qiao's apple muscles twitched, and he tilted his head to look out the French window, the man who got down from the back seat of the Bentley.

Cheng Lang glanced at her on the second floor and raised his head.

She stood up and gestured to him, one hand to seven, the other hand to three-the promised seven days a week only appeared for three hours?

Cheng Lang seemed to smile, and gave her a gesture back. One hand is a seven and the other is a one, meaning-yesterday Sunday, today Monday, and the new week begins again.