This Damned Sweetness

An hour later, Xu Qiao watched as his small, well-groomed apartment turned into a large gaudy party.

Because she didn't want to go to places like Xifuhui to attract people's attention, Jiang Fang had to let people move the chess and card table, old chair, tea set, wine set, cup set, and fruit plate all here.

Xu Qiao nodded in agreement after he repeatedly claimed that he would absolutely restore the apartment to its original condition afterwards and clean it up spotlessly.

What can be done, people are holding her lifeline. If he turned around and shouted out, saying that everyone should go to Xinglin Bay, Xu Qiao is having a miserable life. He is too poor to buy bags and jewelry. The last winter clothes he bought before bankruptcy will be over and over again. Wearing the ground, hiding in a little-known jewelry studio all day working in a jewellery studio, but nothing has been achieved-she must not vomit to death.

Cheng Lang sat at the dining table in the living room, glanced at Jiang Fang and Shen Dang, who were enthusiastically setting up the "battlefield" on the balcony, and looked at Xu Qiao's grievances and drooping little mouth: "I will make you happy for a while, eat first. dinner."

Two uninvited guests were greeted, and the plan was disrupted. He ordered the restaurant to deliver dinner to the house. At this time, the table was filled with Christmas-limited fried foods and baked goods, as well as various cakes, puddings and cakes.

The most arrogant is the golden and tender turkey in the center, skewered on a steel pipe and scratched.

Seeing that Xu Qiao couldn't start with the chicken, Cheng Lang put on his gloves, holding a knife in each hand, and pushed a plate of thinly sliced ​​chicken in front of her within a few clicks.

Xu Qiao's attention was really diverted.

How could this man treat such a horrible thing as "cutting eight pieces" so gracefully as if he were playing a piano?

Moreover, look at this skillful technique that seems to know every bone position of the turkey, and look at the thin and even slices of chicken on the plate, and the meticulous sauce...

A prince who has come to stretch out his hand to open his mouth, he can practice his family to such a degree, he can't do it for himself. Does he serve people like this every Christmas Eve?

Change a good sister to distribute turkey every year, right? This meat picking service does wholesale.

Xu Qiao suddenly felt a sense of fullness, and there seemed to be bubbles boiling in his stomach.

"Why?" Cheng Lang wiped his hands with a napkin, completely out of the channel.

Xu Qiao Nunu's chin refers to the chicken on the plate: "Xiao Cheng has a very sophisticated experience."

"I have been abroad since I was fourteen, and I have paid more attention to Christmas in Europe." Cheng Lang analyzed her overtones, not sure if she meant it, so he paused for a while before adding, "My mother loves to eat turkey again. I don’t like hands-on, raised at home."

Xu Qiao turned into anger with a trace of irritation that he couldn't get off the stage, and he drew a piece of chicken with a fork: "Why do you explain so much? Did I ask you? Just eat and talk about it?"

"..."

From the balcony, there was a sentence of emotion from Jiang Fang: "From the sweet snow pear to the choking pepper, Mr. Lang's taste is really reform and opening up."

Xu Qiao looked sideways, and the sparks in his eyes rose.

Cheng Langxu pressed the table and stopped her: "Let him go home crying later."

"Things gather people together in groups," ridiculed all day long as they used women as accessories. This is the virtue of their rich men. Xu Qiao glanced at him, "You are not much better, cry with him. Go back."

Making friends carelessly is really a big taboo in life.

Cheng Lang shook his head, avoiding her sharp edge: "If you don't have a small talk while eating, what about business?"

"Do you still have business in your mouth?"

"I haven't finished talking about the game just now," Cheng Lang said with some confirmation, "Did you not tear up the design draft?"

"Am I a fool?" Xu Qiao straightened her chest. "Why do you abuse yourself when I am angry with you?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "The deadline is zero, so remember to submit your work on time after dinner."

"Oh." Although she had really thought about abandoning the game just now, she reluctantly took the U disk with the scanned copy back home.

"The competition system is based on online voting. I will not intervene. There may be others who will intervene. You should be mentally prepared."

Xu Qiao was taken aback: "You mean, there are other contestants planning to shame?"

"Do not rule out this possibility." Cheng Lang laughed, "You want me to cheat at this time?"

"No!" Xu Qiaoyi shook his head sternly, and frowned after thinking about it. "Hey, it's just a folk game, so why bother to fight so aggressively? What if someone makes a small move and tramples me down. Do it?"

"This is too pitiful for me, and that sapphire..." Xu Qiao felt more miserable as she thought about it, and her mouth slipped, "Can't the fat and water flow to outsiders' fields?"

Cheng Lang had a knife and fork in his hand, moved closer to her, and asked in a low voice: "Where does it flow to be regarded as the inner field?"

Xu Qiao was trembling when he asked. The little cake that was half-bitten in his hand almost fell to the ground, calmly, moved the chair and stool to the opposite side away from him: "Everywhere is an outsider field!"

Cheng Lang smiled and lowered his head, and continued to slice the steak slowly.

——

Jiang put it on the balcony and waited until he yawned, and finally waited for Cheng Lang to come: "Hey, it's not what I said, it's really long before you have a meal."

Cheng Lang looked back at Xu Qiao, who was operating the laptop in the study, and turned his eyes to point at him: "You better wipe your mouth clean tonight."

Shen Dang also pushed him: "Have you heard, don't shame President Lang."

"You squeeze me out." Jiang Fang clutched his aching chest, and lay on his back in the old chair like a pick. Seeing Cheng Lang sitting down opposite, he picked up a stack of cards, and slapped his spirits again. ,open it."

"Wait." Cheng Lang glanced at the direction of the study again.

After Xu Qiao uploaded the design draft, when she came out of the study, she saw Cheng Lang beckoning to her on the balcony.

When she approached, he patted the chair next to him again: "Come."

She was stunned: "You three fight the landlords, what am I doing?"

"Lang's wife, let's go with President Lang." Shen Dang saw Cheng Lang's intentions.

Xu Qiao was shaken by this title.

"Don't scream." Cheng Lang glanced sullenly.

Shen Dang shrugged.

Xu Qiao cleared her throat and walked to Cheng Lang's side: "I'm not humble with you, my card skills are terrible."

"You don't need to be good at cards," he lifted his chin, "just draw me cards."

Xu Qiao showed an expression of "This idea sounds interesting", and sat down beside him: "Is there any dividends for drawing cards?"

Cheng Lang smiled: "Five-five?"

"Deal."

With the absence of waiters at home, the chess and card tables are also improvised, and the licensing process is changed to taking turns. Before Xu Qiao touched the card, she closed her eyes and said silently "Jade Emperor Nanhai Guanyin Sakyamuni", then breathed out, stretched out her hand, took a look, and had a brighter glance. After half the hand, she used a " I looked at Cheng Lang with a terrific look, and quietly showed him the card.

Cheng Lang smiled and gave her a "continue" lipstick.

At the end of the draw, the opposite sides Jiang Fang and Shen Dang looked at each other in a skeptical attitude.

Xu Qiao handed the card to Cheng Lang, and happily picked up the tea lady at hand and took a sip.

Jiang Fang tentatively played a pair of pitiful three outs, and reminded tremblingly: "President Lang, after saying that this is a money-sending bureau."

"Well," Cheng Lang nodded and took a sip of tea, "let you three hands."

Jiang Fang and Shen Dang looked at each other again.

Jiang Fang: Where is the **** self-confidence, the good cards are really all in his place?

Shen Dang: If you don't have one, then it is.

Cheng Lang closed the cards, rested for three rounds, waited for Jiang Fang to flick the straight in the fourth round, then took a stack of cards and took a look at the two.

"Don't read it knowingly, come on." Jiang Fang closed his eyes sadly.

Cheng Lang has two bombs in succession, and the remaining cards are cleared at once, habitually knocking on the edge of the table: "Account."

After speaking, he remembered the person who didn't keep the account tonight, and was about to change his words. Xu Qiao got interested and raised his hand and said, "I will remember me, and I will record for you!"

"Hey, this can't work. You are going to be with Mr. Lang five or five and let you keep the account. Then don't you cheat for Mr. Lang?"

"We have the strength of President Lang to cheat?" Xu Qiao choked Jiang Fang.

Cheng Lang nodded in agreement.

When the little girl's mouth was hit on her body, she was angry and funny, and it was quite refreshing when she hit someone else.

Jiang Fang choked, just lighting a cigarette to go smoothly, and Cheng Lang flew a knife.

"It's gone." Cheng Lang looked at Xu Qiao, "The little girl is here."

"Don't let this cigarette be smoked?" Jiang Fang pulled the bow tie and put out the cigarette butt.

Cheng Lang pushed past a plate of strawberries: "Health."

Jiang Fang stuffed two strawberries in his mouth and said vaguely, "Go on, I don't believe it anymore."

When it came to the card drawing session, Xu Qiao squinted and winked with Cheng Lang as he touched it.

Jiang Fang and Shen Dang continued to doubt their lives and looked at each other inconceivably.

Jiang Fang: I seem to know where Mr. Lang's confidence comes from tonight. You just encouraged the little girl to be with Mr. Lang. You sent a cash cow to the other side.

Shen Dang: I didn't know it would be like this...

After a few rounds, Cheng Lang gave back three rounds, but almost returned to kill the audience in the fourth round. No matter how bad he was, he could end the fight in the fifth round.

Jiang Fang's eyes almost turned white, and during the intermission, he discussed with Xu Qiao: "You can't play this way, brother and sister...Bah, no, goddess, you come with me, I will give you four or six. How about my four and six? Or three or seven, I can do three or seven!"

Xu Qiao thoughtfully glanced at him: "Can you record cards?"

Cheng Lang turned his head: "He wants to do it, are you really going there?"

"If you have money and don't make a bastard, people will open Sanqi, why don't I go?"

"I'll give you twenty-eight," Cheng Lang tapped on the table board with his knuckles, "stay with me."

Xu Qiao shrugged to Jiang Fang, saying that there was no way.

"Nineteen!" Jiang Fang patted the table, "I'll give you nine!"

Xu Qiao immediately got up with the tea cup.

"I'll give you ten." Cheng Lang raised his eyes to look at her.

"..." Xu Qiao sat back again.

Uncontested, Shen Dang laughed until his stomach cramps: "Sao Lang, do you consider taking this luck to do a good job?"

"Yes," Xu Qiao was immersed in the world of money, dazzled by the smell of copper, and forgot to express doubts about this title. "I knew this, what jewelry design I would do."

"I think this idea is reliable." Jiang Fang had already given up treatment and took out his mobile phone. "Goddess, add a WeChat to keep in touch. Another day, my brother will take you to the rivers and lakes to make sure that you make a lot of money."

Before Xu Qiao could answer, Cheng Lang's eyes went cold and he twitched at the corner of his mouth: "She wants to have this kind of leisure, will you or me?"

"No, you are so busy, how can you have the time to play cards every day, I will take her to make money, that is also to contribute to your economic strength, this is a win-win situation, brother!"

"There is a word, I haven't asked for so many years." Cheng Lang looked at him.

"what?"

"My surname is Cheng, and your surname is Jiang. How did you get the idea of ​​brother?"

"..."

As an elite gentleman in the upper-class society, he can put the old-fashioned multiple-choice question "Do you want me as a brother who has been with me for many years or a woman who has met three sides" so fresh and refined.

Shen Dang and Xu Qiao dodged the flying gunfire, hiding in the corner and looking at each other.

Xu Qiao covered her mouth and asked him in a low voice, "Is this a disaster for my beauty?"

Shen Dang also covered his mouth: "The argument that confidantes are in trouble is based on the fact that the two men on the opposite side are evenly matched and inseparable. If the difference in strength is too great, the flood will not rise..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Jiang Fang utter an embarrassing "hahahahaha": "Zong is so humorous, so good at talking and laughing. It just so happens that I am also a person with entertaining spirit. I just opened a conversation with everyone. joke!"

Cheng Lang smiled slightly and winked Xu Qiao to sit back.

Jiang Fang glanced at Xu Qiao's face that said "Follow with grandma and aunt, rich and rich", and couldn't help but feel frustrated. He planned to fight for some welfare at last: "Well, Mr. Lang, why not just add WeChat? Just add WeChat, right? Don’t chat, don’t contact, give me some koi luck, I have never won a card game this year!"

This time without Cheng Lang’s words, Xu Qiao made a big cross on her chest: "This won’t work, isn’t it for you to rub it for nothing? I don’t make a loss-making business. And my WeChat, you always have no waves. Add it."

Cheng Lang clenched a fist and coughed slightly.

Jiang Fang dropped his chin in shock: "It's all from the falling leaves to the heavy snow. Seeing that the year is almost over, I haven't added WeChat yet? What foreigners do you want?"

"WeChat is just one kind of instant messaging tool, and it is not irreplaceable." Cheng Lang said calmly, "SMS can also achieve the same communication purpose. Why do we have to use WeChat?"

Jiang Fang took a sip of tea and almost spewed out: "Can text messages be the same as WeChat? No emoji, no voice, how to flirt? Are you living in the last century?"

"..." Xu Qiao glared at Jiang Fang.

"..." Cheng Lang glanced at Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao felt that Cheng Lang's thoughtful eyes were asking: Is there still such a statement?

Well, Boss Cheng worked so hard to get himself out of the blacklist and started a text message journey with her happily, but he never asked to add her WeChat for the reason, and finally solved the case.

Xu Qiao said honestly: "That's right, we young people like to use WeChat to make friends. Text messages are basically only used to communicate work and receive small advertisements, which is equivalent to a dialogue machine without emotions."

No feelings.

Cheng Lang nodded, the phone in his hand seemed to be ready to move, but his face remained calm.

He smiled and asked her: "Is it almost won?"

Xu Qiao looked at the phone memo and counted: "How old are you guys playing?"

Cheng Lang said a number in her ear.

She blinked slowly, as if not convinced, and recalculated the account on the memo, and then whispered: "It's enough for me to buy a new bag, or else tonight, don't just go fishing. ."

Cheng Lang nodded in satisfaction, and said to the other side: "Then see off the guests."

"Will this give me a chance to comeback?" Jiang Fang wailed.

Cheng Lang looked at him ruthlessly with "walking numbly, I am still rushing to add WeChat".

Xu Qiao clapped her hands with a smile, "Thank you, Boss Jiang, Boss Shen generously donated your money tonight! This chess table and all these messy things will stay with me. Welcome to play again next time!"

Cheng Lang glanced at her with a smile, then pulled Jiang Fang aside by himself.

Jiang Fang stunned and followed him to the door: "Why, don't you want to drag me to the corner and beat me? I won't **** women from you, really, I swear!"

Cheng Lang glanced at him lightly: "I'm here to explain the business to you, she's in the North City, her mouth is tight, if you let the outside know, she will be angry back to Milan, and wait for me to play with you."

"..." Jiang Fang swallowed in horror, "I know, I know."

On the balcony over there, Xu Qiao looked strangely in the direction of the hallway, and asked Shen Dang: "What are they whispering?"

"I don't know." Shen Dang smiled, thinking for a while and said, "How about I also whisper to you?"

"What whispering?" Xu Qiao was taken aback, because she had a good impression of Shen Dang, so she asked seriously.

Shen Dang glanced at Cheng Lang, who knew nothing in the distance, and leaned in Xu Qiao’s ear, “I just heard you discuss turkey at the dinner table. Mr. Lang said that his craft was cultivated by his mother. This is true. words."

"Oh?" Xu Qiao really made a bend in his heart at the time, thinking that this man might be lying to her. After all, the only second fool like Cheng Ye in North City would admit that "my craft is my ex-girlfriends." Cultivated".

"How do you know?" Xu Qiao asked curiously.

"Because Mr. Lang has never had a girlfriend, he is still a young man."

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