This Damned Sweetness

Xu Qiao and the heroine in the movie stared in horror at the same moment, and the rocket bounced up in place.

"Ah--" This is what the heroine in the movie calls for Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao stood by the sofa with an agitated spirit, and watched Cheng Lang bow his back in a gloomy manner, and began to confirm what he had just done.

Just now the movie entered the key plot, she was too into the drama, went to grab the pillow to comfort her anxiety, caught two times but did not catch, and finally caught the third...

I grabbed a large group and said that soft is not very soft, and that hard is not so hard.

Xu Qiao glanced at the pair of pillows that fell to the ground as she stood up, belched coldly, and slowly raised his right hand, which had been upset on the poker table.

She was really lucky. In the hospital before, she patted Cheng Lang's **** in her sleep, and in the apartment after that, she shot the **** accurately on New Year's Eve, and she was fatal.

Xu Qiao couldn't bear to look straight, compared with a grasping gesture, and raised her eyes, looking at Shang Cheng Lang in the dim light.

She quickly hid the culprit "hand" behind her.

Cheng Lang frowned, lowered his head, and drew a sigh of relief, as if temporarily losing his ability to settle accounts with her.

Xu Qiao felt a little in her heart.

Isn't it broken?

She hesitated, taking a tango step of two steps and one step back, and slowly walked to him and squatted down, observing his face from the bottom up: "Yes, I'm sorry, I want to call you an ambulance. ?"

Cheng Lang lifted his eyelids and looked at her with unexplainable words, taking a deep breath to adjust his heart rate: "No need..."

"Really okay?" Xu Qiao squatted on the ground, ten fingers flicking the air at a loss, recalling Cheng Lang's original "fifteen minutes", and said worriedly, "This way I won't be dead for 15 minutes in the future. Right?"

Cheng Lang's eyes were fixed on her face.

Xu Qiao covered her mouth, which could not be stopped by lightning.

Her old swan!

The people of the drunk fragment recalled some restricted-level past, isn't this a gangbang?

"Oh, I mean that, the movie's progress bar..." Xu Qiao tried to round it up nonchalantly. Seeing Cheng Lang's distressed expression, she suddenly jumped up and started running away.

When she retreated, she was about to hit the glass coffee table behind her. Cheng Lang immediately stretched out her hand to stop her, and swung her arm horizontally to catch her waist.

Xu Qiao was caught staggering forward, and the next second, a pair of legs knelt on his sides, hands climbing on her shoulders, and sinking to sit on his knees.

In the ever-changing light and shadow, she could clearly see the sweat dripping on Cheng Lang's forehead, as well as the eyes staring at her.

Under his eyes, there seemed to be an unfathomable vortex that would draw her in.

She shook her mind, and just about to leave him, as soon as she pushed her hand out, she suddenly heard a soft groan—from a movie that was continuously showing.

Immediately afterwards, the two gasps alternately fluctuated more and more crazily.

Xu Qiao blinked as if struck by lightning.

Cheng Lang moved his gaze away from her face and looked at the TV screen.

Through his pupils, Xu Qiao saw in the movie screen, the hostess and her boyfriend were just one-two-one and one-two-one on the sofa of the apartment.

Even the posture of the female superior is very similar to her and Cheng Lang at the moment.

No, why is this movie still showing her behind her?

You are a horror movie heroine. You are scared and you need to vent your emotions. You can jump rope and run laps on your own. Why do you have to pull your boyfriend to exercise?

Xu Qiao noticed that Cheng Lang's hands on her waist tightened slightly.

Through the sweater, you can feel his palms are amazingly hot.

She let go of her hand on his shoulder, and turned her head to crawl to the side.

"Wait." Cheng Lang retracted his gaze, called her dumbly, and put her in his arms with a little force, as if struggling to try something.

Xu Qiao couldn't help but leaned against him, "Wait what...?"

Wait any longer, the movie won't be reflected in reality!

"I..." Cheng Lang closed his eyes, "not very well."

"If you feel uncomfortable, call an ambulance," Xu Qiao wanted to cry without tears, "I seemed to have made my strength worse..."

Cheng Lang closed his eyes and shook his head: "Just leave it alone."

"Are you comfortable if I don't move?" Xu Qiao tilted her head to look at his pale face and the increasingly fine beads of sweat on his forehead, expressing doubt.

"Yeah." He didn't let go of her, but he didn't make extra moves, and his hand on her waist remained motionless.

Xu Qiao had heard that the man’s place was very fragile. Looking at his symptoms, it was estimated that the stamina was really painful, and finally gave up moving.

There was a lot of meat after being hugged for a while. If people were so miserable by him, she should bravely bear the mistake.

She looked at him with a trace of guilt, and saw that under his closed eyes, the thin eyelashes were trembling slightly, and she felt a little miraculous.

This man's eyelashes are so long, and the contrast of this fragile time actually looks very cute...

She stretched out an index finger, poked his eyelashes lightly, and when she was about to touch his eyes, she suddenly retracted her hand.

Fairy Xu Xiao, Meng Lang is here, Meng Lang is here!

She skimmed the beginning, rejoicing that the BGM of the movie perfectly concealed her heartbeat of "all together". After a while, maintaining an awkward posture on her knees, she cleared her throat and asked him: " Are you better..."

"Fortunately." Cheng Lang nodded.

"It's not okay that you just looked like that," Xu Qiao frowned. "You don't try to behave like that. If something goes wrong, I can't afford to pay for it when you turn around."

"I know it in my heart." Cheng Lang opened his eyes. Her claw was not that severe just now. His subsequent symptoms were due to the disease. Now, even if he is still holding her, the feeling of suffocation and oppression has eased. , His expression was lighter, he wiped her ears and whispered, "You don't have to worry about fifteen minutes."

If you have the strength to open which pot does not open which pot, right?

Xu Qiao's ears burned, and he pushed him away, and Ma Liu climbed up: "Shut up, shut up! Do you have to say something so bad that you can't get off the stage?"

"If I really want to," Cheng Lang withdrew from the sweaty state and moved his stiff neck and shoulders, "I will tear you down on the phone that morning."

"..."

Her acting skills turned out to be so bad.

Fortunately, a few years ago when the scout wanted to pull her into the show business, she refused.

"You might as well expose me directly!" Xu Qiao looked at him angrily, "Is it happy to watch the monkey play for so long?"

Cheng Lang's temples were a bit swollen and painful. I don't know if it was a sequelae of the illness or because of her unreasonableness.

He got up and walked in front of her, looked down at her and shook his head: "I have never seen such a beautiful monkey."

They all say that they don't hit the smiley person with their hands. How can you argue with him so much?

She tweeted at him: "You can leave when you are healthy! Don't be slick here!"

Cheng Lang glanced at his watch under the lights of the TV: "When it's past zero, I have to leave if you don't rush."

"Huh?" Xu Qiao was stunned.

"I will fly to London in a while."

Xu Qiao let out a low "Ah" and understood.

She understood New Year's Day with Chinese thinking, and felt that it was just a Gregorian New Year, but for London, today is equivalent to the Lunar New Year's Eve. His parents and grandfather are there, so there is no reason not to go home.

The pitiful "first New Year's Eve alone" is simply a lie.

"The elders in the family are waiting for you? Then you go back soon..." Xu Qiao touched her nose.

"It's not too late now. London is eight hours away. I landed in the early hours of the New Year."

"This is too rush." ​​She was surprised.

"No way, I want to say a happy new year to you on time at midnight." Cheng Lang looked at her with a smile, "I have some children from my family, but I can't have fewer children, right?"

Xu Qiao felt sore in her heart and her eyes became a little hot again.

She dodged his scorching gaze and punched him in the shoulder: "Why do you talk like my dad! Did you pay the copyright fee?"

——

In the first dream of the new year, Xu Qiao dreamed of his father who had not heard from him for a long time.

In the dream, Xu Kangrong carried a big golden mountain on his back, and yelled to her all the way: "Qiaoqiao, Dad is up again! Look at the golden mountain that Dad brought back to you. Does it flash?"

She ran toward him with tears and said, father, why are you so good to me!

"Of course, others have some children, and my children can't be less!" Xu Kangrong said cheerfully.

She cried and hugged him, but as soon as she hugged him, she found that his face had changed a little bit, and his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were changed to Cheng Lang's.

"Why are you? What about my dad?" She staggered back, trying to get away, but he was tightly held in his arms.

He bit her earlobe and smiled: "He won't be back. I will be your father from now on."

Xu Qiao woke up suddenly, sat up for a while, patted her chest and calmed down.

Cheng Lang really waited until midnight to say "Happy New Year" to her before leaving. After he left, she actually had insomnia damnably, thinking over and over again whether he got on the plane, landed, or missed the New Year in London.

Thinking of the bright day, there was a vibration from the mobile phone. Cheng Lang sent a message saying that he had arrived in London and a gift would be delivered to her house later.

Then she finally fell asleep, but after falling asleep, she was still the lingering man in her dream.

Xu Qiao felt that she had a migraine. She pressed her forehead and suddenly heard the door bell.

Could it be that the gift arrived?

She trot out in slippers, looked out through the door mirror, and stupidly at the entrance.

The woman outside lost patience and rang the doorbell again.

Xu Qiao slowly opened the door in disbelief.

When Zhu Li saw her just waking up, she was not angry: "On the first day of the new year, you slept until you were full. I got up early and rushed to this country to give you a New Year greeting to this little princess!"

"How did you find this place..." Xu Qiao stared at her blankly.

Zhu Li walked in and kicked off his high heels: "Your man told me about it!"

——

Welcoming Zhu Li into the door, Xu Qiao knew that this was the "New Year's gift" that Cheng Lang said.

It turns out that long ago, Zhu Li couldn't find her everywhere, so she had been asking for help.

Cheng Lang knew she was in Milan at the time, but he apologized to Zhu Li and said that he did not know.

Zhu Li had nothing to do and could only give up temporarily, until the hot search on Weibo the day before yesterday brought the name "Yuli" into her sight.

She followed the vine and found the Berg jewelry studio. When contacting the past, Cheng Lang finally gave her the answer, telling her that he would go back to London on New Year's Day. Xu Qiao might be boring to be in North City alone, so let her go. Accompany her.

"With a man and forget his sister, you are so good, Miss!" Zhu Li sat cross-legged on the sofa, cursing from the time he entered the door to explaining clearly what happened.

Xu Qiao was still immersed in memories at this time.

She vaguely remembered that on Christmas Eve, Cheng Lang asked her if she would like to see if Zhu Li came to her again.

At that time, she didn't refuse, Cheng Lang should have seen her meaning, and then revealed her whereabouts to Zhu Li.

She came back to her senses: "Oh, don't give me dog blood, don't I want to make your house smoggy?" She slumped and pretended to be pitiful, "I want to wait until I become famous, and then come to honor Mr. Zhu. ."

When Zhu Li was reminded by her, she remembered the Belgian jewelry design competition: "Hey, speaking of this, okay, Xu Qianjin, who has been hidden for so many years, even I don’t know that your hand is so powerful. If you start early, , How can your design team dig for Fan Cui..."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Qiao interrupted her in a daze, "Isn't my design team separated?"

This time Zhu Li was stunned: "You don't know about this?"

Xu Qiao shook her head: "You mean, Zhao Baoxing's family took away our entire Jinlu design team? When did it happen?"

Zhu Li was shocked: "It's been a while, there was a **** storm outside, all kinds of mess, are you living in a dream?" After speaking, he reacted, "Oh, you are a man living in your house. In the iron wall of the copper wall you made."