This Damned Sweetness

South Kensington, London, seven in the morning.

One of the richest areas with the most expensive housing and prices in the world is bathing in the golden morning light, welcoming the new year.

In the quiet garden villa area, on the long dining table on the third floor terrace of the white bungalow, there are fresh bouquets dipped in morning dew and three delicate breakfasts that have not been started. When Zhang Hongjun sat down at the dining table, he saw his son leaning against Talking on the phone at the railing, noticed her approaching, just stretched her brows slightly, nodded at her, and then turned to continue talking.

Zhang Hongjun raised his eyebrows so he turned his ears to listen.

"Are you sure she just went to Jinguang City to meet Song Mian?"

"Just guessed the general direction, did you speak like the end of the world?"

"You don't need to confirm it. It's the end of the world if you add too much to annoy people."

"Did you leave your mind in last year? You don't need to watch her, just pay attention to Song Mian's side. Is it difficult to work around such a simple thing?"

When Cheng Lang put down his phone and turned his head, he saw Zhang Hongjun's expression unhappy.

"My mother who has not seen me for three months didn't have a smiling face when she arrived," Zhang Hongjun lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, his eyelids lifted dissatisfiedly. "How important is the phone call?"

Cheng Lang came over to pick up the bouquet on the table and handed it to her now: "Didn't this flower smile for me?"

Zhang Hongjun raised his chin slightly, took the flower and put it on his hand, barely happy, and continued to question: "The mother, are you going to answer it?"

"Of course I have to answer." Cheng Lang sat down at the table, "It is indeed an important call."

It’s not good for a son to be too shrewd. Look at this rigorous tone, but at a critical moment, he can’t put a word into it.

Zhang Hongjun was angry again: "If you didn't tell me, I guessed it too, why, as soon as the front foot walked, the little girl ran away?"

"Can't run." Cheng Lang shook his head and smiled.

"Don't be overconfident like your dad chased me at the beginning. You only know that you spend hundreds or tens of millions of dollars on the girl’s favor. It’s okay to coax girls who have never seen the world. The deceased girl knows that your family is rich, and you know it when you break it in your heart. You are just like an ordinary person who paid thousands of dollars for pocket money. Then how do you move people? Just say your mother and me. What was your father back then? All the jewels and diamonds were sent to me, and I almost ran away with a poor boy."

"What's so good about the poor boy?" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have finally become interested in the topic. "You really have a life of careful planning and careful planning?"

"People have a good temper, and they don't have the arrogance of wealthy people, and they don't have the virtues of old and cunning businessmen. The gentle and considerate spirit is more inviting, and the people who are familiar with the basics and know the basics are not worried about bad conduct."

"Get familiar, know the roots and know the bottom?" Cheng Lang slowly repeated, "I have been acquainted for so many years without any movement, can I still'return to the light'?"

"Son, have never heard of two-way secret love? I saw a novel a few days ago, what is it called, oh, "You are the late joy", people talk about the rare and precious long-distance reunion and renew the front, don't mention How affectionate!" Zhang Hongjun shook his head regretfully, "You have been fighting for whatever you want since you were a child, and you will have what you fight for. I guess I won't understand it in this life."

"I really don't do such unwise things." Cheng Lang nodded, but he looked thoughtful.

Zhang Hongjun guessed that his son's mouth was still hard, and he heard it in his heart, showing a "teachable" look, and knocked on the edge of the table: "People and girls like jewelry design, you can follow the others and give her this career first. It's finalized. Mom went out to meet the people from the Jewelry Association yesterday. The meaning there is that this folk game is just opening the door. If you really want to go on the road, you have to go to the official road.

"I said,'Isn't this the official way you are?" Then I showed them the work. After reading it, people said that it was not for me. The designer is really alive and I want to ask her if it is possible to hold it this year. They printed out the finished product of the ring before the show, and they wanted to reserve a place for her. Do you think mom has done it beautifully?"

"You are a beautiful person doing beautiful things, and a drunkard doesn't want to drink, do you have to let someone come to London to show you?"

"I don't need to work hard to canvass for votes?" Zhang Hong looked at him, "Until now I don't even show the picture of little girl, then I can only stand by here. Just say, you can't make you perfect. Mom, right?"

"I turned around and asked her what she meant."

——

Before going to bed that day, Xu Qiao received an e-invitation letter forwarded by Cheng Lang, and almost jumped out of bed with excitement.

It didn't really jump up because she received a voice call from Cheng Lang before she danced.

She connected in seconds, and before he could even speak, she whispered, "Really? Really? Does the London High Jewellery Show really invite me to bring my work to participate?"

"What do you lie to do?" Cheng Lang said indifferently, sounding uneasy.

But Xu Qiao was immersed in joy, and did not notice the strange mood of this man today. She said to herself: "This exhibition has a very high gold content. Hey, many well-known senior designers can't take turns! We have been gold in the last two years. The chief designer of Lu wanted to go to this exhibition to gild himself, thanks to his alma mater, but in the end he couldn't help even the Florence side. My dad gave her a lot of money and was emptied!"

Cheng Lang was still thinking of the messy "Long Farewell Reunion, Two-way Secret Love" that Zhang Hongjun said during breakfast. After listening to her happily chatting for a long time, she didn't respond much. He just said, "So are you interested in participating?" ?"

"Of course there is!" Xu Qiao was full of ambitions and thought about it. "Ah, let me tell you. I happened to have an idea when I was writing my career plan today. I think'Feather' can derive a series, not just Rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, brooches, and even crowns can all be extended accordingly."

“It’s a rare opportunity for the exhibition. I used to be too bald with only one ring. It seemed that I was very out of ink. If I didn’t wait for Townsend’s sapphire to arrive, I had to let the crafting room make the ring first, and then I rushed to design other series of jewellery. How about taking it to London?"

She kept babbling, Cheng Lang's irritation faded slightly, as if she felt that her enthusiasm for her career was at least better than other men who enthralled her, and said silently: "Okay, just do it and give you everything you want. ."

"..." Will we talk about official affairs, and the Mandarin is well-spoken, why are there still love words? Did he make this call while thinking of spring?

The bedroom didn't turn on the light, and these words that sounded too solemn made Xu Qiao faintly feel that her ears were burning.

This kind of hotness spread from the ears to the whole body, and finally made her head suddenly grumble out of the scene of sitting on Cheng Lang’s legs last night...

Song Mian told her, go do what you want, she feels that her body is full of positive energy.

Cheng Lang told her, just do it, but she feels that her body is full of...hormones?

She waved her hand out of thin air, as if to disperse something, and coughed slightly, trying to turn the atmosphere back: "Oh, thank you boss."

"Well, how was your day?"

"Okay." Xu Qiao blinked inexplicably.

"Better than I am?"

Can this be compared?

"Well," Xu Qiao answered ponderingly, "There is no such thing as such..."

"Is that I'm okay or am I not okay?"

"Ah," she continued to ponder, "what, is it all right? Work makes me happy, and I will be dedicated to my job, so that the boss is absent and the same."

"Then do you want me to come back soon?"

Xu Qiao felt like she was about to explode.

These problems are sharper than one, one is more difficult for her to fish in troubled waters, and the other is more difficult for her to breathe.

"Why do you have so many problems? I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Xu Qiao swallowed nervously in the dark, pulled up the quilt and lay down, about to cut off the call, but he stopped responding when he heard no response. "I'm hung up?"

"Hang up after answering."

Sure enough, the result of leaving without turning around is not going.

Little princess Xu, be cruel, take out your fairy stand!

"No answer, really hung up!" She took a deep breath and bit her scalp to press the hang up button, sorry, hey!

"You can also say that you don't want me to come back soon..."

Xu Qiao's hand stopped at the red mark again following the male voice from the earpiece.

"If you don't say it, I can understand that the answer is ‘think’, but are you shy?"

"..."

I haven't seen him pressing so hard before. What happened today? Did he drink fake wine during the Chinese New Year? Or is the New Year’s Eve dinner not enough to fill your stomach, and want to eat hot tofu now?

In Xu Qiao's heart, ten thousand grassy horses whizzed past: "No, you can't!" She cut off the voice call.

In the dark room, after a long silence, there was a violent turn over.

Xu Qiao lay on the soft big bed and kicked her legs hard: "Spicy man!"

——

Xu Qiao didn't dare to talk to Cheng Lang on the phone again, for fear that he didn't speak enough sorrows himself, and forced her to speak sorrows too. So after receiving the news that he had returned to China, she simply replied a few words on WeChat.

At the end of the holiday, the organizers of the Belgian Jewelry Design Competition officially announced the results of the competition, and respectively released interviews with the two gold medal winners in the professional group and the newcomer group.

The content of the manuscript of the professional group is very official. The target is a well-known jewelry designer in the industry. People in the circle have long been tired of his legend. There are no new gimmicks to dig into. Almost all the articles praise him in the industry. Great results.

As for the newcomer group, this interview manuscript titled "Jewelry Designer Without Story" seems to have a fascinating flavor starting from the title.

A mystery of origin, a mystery of education, age and real name of mystery, a newcomer designer who knows nothing except gender and nationality, suddenly emerged in a jewelry design competition without home court advantage—— This is as strange as a little-known person who defeated the heads of various sects in one fell swoop and won the title of leader in the Jianghu martial arts conference.

The interview draft still did not reveal any information about the designer himself, but divergent thinking on these intriguing points, reviewed the designer’s counterattack, and emphasized how the ring without a story is part of the story. stand out.

Finally, there is a vocal conclusion: "We don't care how many moving stories are behind you, we only care whether you are a moving jewelry designer."

This conclusion made this game "out of the circle" again with this interview draft and entered the public's field of vision.

Murderers have won sympathy because of the stories behind them, and draft players have won opportunities because of the stories behind them-these annoying social status quo has bored too many spectators. So this sentence was so inciting, and soon everyone turned their attention to this jewelry design competition again, and the Chinese designer who won the crown by not relying on stories and works.

Several well-known fashion media at home and abroad have contacted the Berg jewelry studio, hoping to interview Miss Yu Li and unveil her "veil of mystery."

The studio’s unified reply was: “I’m very sorry, Miss Yu Li is preparing for the retreat for the London High Jewelry Show this spring, and there is no time for interviews.”

So a deep-water bomb-like blockbuster news spread again: with his debut work, the new jewelry designer is about to embark on the stage of the London High Jewelry Show.

When the name "Yuli" rose to fame in the jewelry industry, Xu Qiao did retreat in the studio to create, but it was not closed to the world.

She received all the news in time, and every time she heard it, she would send Cheng Lang a "thumbs" emoticon on WeChat.

Needless to say, all these propaganda campaigns are of course all her boss's handwriting.

Although he scolded him, Xu Qiao had to admit in his heart that this man was really powerful. He is a very good businessman, who knows how to use a small hot spot to create a continuous and progressive bombardment, and at the same time, to buy the hearts of the audience.

Xu Qiao was very sure that without Cheng Lang, the splash thrown by Yu Li, who had won a mere folk competition in the jewelry circle, would only have enough ripples on the lake, and would not be able to set off a huge wave like today.

So the more this happens, the more she wants to produce works that are convincing enough to support the reputation that she has gained from Cheng Lang.

For a while, she spent almost all the time from getting up to going to bed in the studio. Most of the time, she drew the design drawings of the series of jewelry in the studio, and in a small part, she went to the next-door craft room to observe the progress of ring making.

Halfway through the production of the ring, Rosa knocked on the door of the studio more frequently, because she did not dare to be sloppy, all relevant details needed to be confirmed with Xu Qiao.

That evening, Xu Qiao had just finished a drawing and was preparing to move his muscles and bones. Rosa came in and said, "Xiao Yu, are you free to come to the craft room?"

Xu Qiao nodded, and when she got up, she felt her head faint like water.

Seeing that her face was not very good, Rosa glanced at the lunch box that was not moving at her feet: "Why didn't you eat lunch? Don't sleep and forget so much. I want to drive out the entire collection before the jewelry show. There will be a few tasks that may be completed by then, and there will be opportunities in the future."

"If you don't work hard, you will never know how awesome you are." Xu Qiao stepped forward, "Let's go, take me to see the ring, finish work after reading it, and get off work early today."

"Oh, so you know how to rest?"

Xu Qiao shrugged.

Originally, he didn't want to waste precious time, but Cheng Lang said that he would come over today to see her work progress. She guessed that his real purpose was to take her out for dinner.

The process room at work is full of the smell of chemicals and the noise of various machines. Xu Qiao walked in with Rosa, put on goggles and protective gloves, and walked to the metalworking table.

In the next room, the phone she had forgotten was vibrating continuously.

In the back seat of Bentley downstairs, Cheng Lang made two calls from Xu Qiao and got out of the car and walked in.

When Su Shan saw him at the front desk, he immediately greeted him: "Boss, come to see Sister Yu Li?"

"Well," Cheng Lang nodded, "Is she not in the studio?"

"It should be in the craft room, I'll take you there!" Su Shan led him upstairs, knocked on the door of the craft room a few times, and found that no one responded, explaining to the person behind him, "The noise inside may be a bit loud."

"Then I'll wait outside." Cheng Lang was about to turn around when the door of the craft room was suddenly opened by Rosa.

When Rosa saw someone, she was bold enough and raised her teasing: "Oh, why did I say that Xiaoyu is leaving get off work early today."

When Cheng Lang heard this, he raised his eyebrows and seemed to be in a good mood. When he looked in, he saw Xu Qiao facing the door not far behind Rosa, squatting on the ground watching Fei Zheng grouting the plaster, and making gestures. While talking in the noise, he explained something.

Cheng Lang couldn't hear what she was saying, and stood quietly by the door waiting for her.

Fei Zheng was the first to notice him because he was facing the door, stopped his work, and said something to Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao turned her head to see Cheng Lang, propped up on her knees, not wanting to get up halfway, and suddenly there was a moment of darkness in front of her.

She subconsciously shook to help the metalworking table next to her.

Rosa and Su Shan screamed in an instant: "Be careful--!"

And the faster than them was Cheng Lang who dashed over.

Before Xu Qiao could react, she felt that someone had pushed her hand away. At the same time, her eyes were regaining clarity, and she watched the cutting machine's blade cut to the other hand.