This Damned Sweetness

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei were so shocked that they seemed to stare out of their eye sockets.

The business airport specializes in serving private business jets, and the passenger flow is very small. The restrooms near the VIP lounges of the terminal are mostly empty. In addition, because they are in a foreign country, they use their mother tongue to gossip.

I didn't expect to run into an old acquaintance so coincidentally.

But this is not the most critical.

More importantly-

Didn't Xu Qiao evaporate after the disaster? How could he appear in a place where only the rich or the noble can set foot?

Moreover, the handbag that she dazzledly placed on the shelf is not the luxury of the luxury goods that everyone was upset that money could not buy?

The two have been immersed in high-luxury culture since childhood, and knowledge of goods is a basic skill.

At this moment, Xu Qiao's head-to-toe brand was shining on the spotlight of the washstand, and the hand bag flashed blindly with more than a thousand black and white diamonds. It really didn't look like a fake.

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei were full of crazy questions, and the powder puff was funny and motionless.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Wen Yue glanced at Xu Qiao next to him through the half-length mirror in front of him, wiped off the lipstick overflowing from the corner of his mouth with a cotton swab, kept his expression natural, and greeted: “It’s been a long time since I didn’t expect to meet Xu Qiao in London. Miss."

Wen Yue is still a bit more savvy than the two followers, at least she has a good posturing skill, no matter how chaotic her mind is, she is still decent and elegant on her face.

Of course, perhaps, she actually didn't care about being heard about the privacy of her sweetheart by Xu Qiao.

After all, in her opinion, Xu Qiao has few friends in the circle, let alone the current situation, I am afraid that even the spread of gossip lacks an audience.

Xu Qiao placed those hands that were still untouched by Yang Chunshui under the sensor faucet, washed the foam gently, and said with a smile: "Really? I thought of meeting Miss Wen this time." After that, she turned and walked away. Go to the dryer.

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei stared at each other.

When they talked about Xu Qiao before, they also said that they would meet her again next time, I wonder if it would be in a foreign restaurant, watching her panic serving them dishes.

However, the reality is: Xu Qiao is the person who is calm and unhurried, and they are at a loss for what to do.

The noise of the dryer gave the two people with their backs to Xu Qiao a chance to whisper.

Zhou Fei looked back at Xu Qiao's delicate and precious sample, whispering her lipstick next to Hua Yin and said in a low voice: "Such a jerk, what kind of money is it?"

Hua Yin shrugged and said: Sure, otherwise? He smiled ambiguously again: I don't know how much effort I have to spend every day to wait for a man with fat ears to get this body, it is pitiful.

The dryer stopped working and the room returned to silence.

Xu Qiao turned her head and saw the unacceptable sarcasm on the faces of the two of them. Thinking about it with her toes, she knew what they were speculating.

There was a vibration from the handbag on the shelf. She stepped forward and took out the phone, and when she saw the "dog man" call on the screen, she hung up and put the phone aside.

Wen Yue, who had been here with Yu Guang, silently glanced at the remarks and continued to arrange her hair.

Xu Qiao picked up the lipstick and slowly touched up her makeup. When Wen Yue was about to leave, she picked up her handbag, a soul walked around Huayin and Zhou Fei, and walked to her and asked, "Ms. Wen will go to the city too soon?"

Wen Yue made a "um" sound.

"Oh..." Xu Qiao was about to say something, but was interrupted by an oncoming blond airport worker.

The other party nodded at the four and said in English: "Excuse me, is there a Ms. Xu here?"

Xu Qiao raised her eyebrows and answered in English: "I am."

"Hello, Ms. Xu, a gentleman who claims to be your boyfriend in the VIP lounge asked me to come and see if you are experiencing any difficulties, he is a little worried."

"No, let him wait."

"Okay." The staff retired, and when they walked outside, they seemed to meet someone and said, "Oh, sir, you are here, and your girlfriend replied that she is fine."

At the same time, Xu Qiao and Wen Yue turned out of the bathroom and saw Cheng Langchao nodded at a glance: "Thank you."

Wen Yue was stunned and stopped.

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei's cosmetic contact lenses, who were behind, stared out of their eye sockets again.

Cheng Lang rolled his eyes and walked towards Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao tilted her head to smile at Wen Yue, raised her voice, and said very quickly: "I haven't finished speaking just now. I just want to say that Miss Wen seems to be very concerned about my boyfriend's relationship problems, and she has to spend all her energy behind her back. Mind, discuss the speculation with the little sister, why don't we take our car and go to the city together, or just ask to understand on the road?"

Wen Yue's expression finally couldn't keep calm, and when she took a closer look, everything from her eyelashes to her apple muscles to her lips trembled.

She clutched her handbag tightly and glanced at Cheng Lang, who was getting closer.

He clearly heard this decibel.

Cheng Lang walked to Xu Qiao's side, grabbed her by the waist, bowed his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Qiao shrugged: "If Miss Wen wants to walk with us, don't you mind?"

"If it's your friend, of course I don't mind." Cheng Lang lowered his eyes to hook Xu Qiao's mouth, and when he turned to Wen Yue, he narrowed his smile, "Ms. Wen needs this?"

"I..." Wen Yue seemed to be trying to explain something. When he reached the lips, he glanced at Cheng Lang's hand on Xu Qiao's waist and swallowed it back, "No, thank you."

Cheng Lang nodded: "Then let's go first."

Xu Qiaochong waved his hands and said, "Bye, be careful on the way, three of you."

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei had a shiver. They watched the two walk away. When Xu Qiao tilted his head to look at Cheng Lang and asked, "I was in the bathroom for ten minutes. You can also be anxious. What do you do in the mall with your mental quality? Business?"

Cheng Lang smiled and looked at her: "Does business compare to a girlfriend?"

Wen Yue's face turned pale after blushing.

——

After walking through the corridor, Xu Qiao rolled his face and refused to recognize anyone. He pushed Cheng Lang away and gave him a fierce look.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Did I not cooperate well just now?"

When she called her and she hung up, he understood the meaning.

Later roles, timing, lines, actions, everything was just right.

Xu Qiao is of course satisfied with the plot arrangement of this tear-off love rival, but...

"This is all your remedy afterwards!" Xu Qiao snorted coldly, "Who told you to poke Louzi first?"

"I think you should want to use tomorrow's exhibition as your first appearance, instead of dealing with them here."

"Of course I know that you are trying to stop people, and I'm not stupid! But can you restrain your gentleman complex, don't let people misunderstand that you are interesting to her? Don't you know that women's imagination is very rich?"

Cheng Lang's expression seemed a little embarrassed: "I think I really didn't say much."

"Come on, report back to me one by one, one sentence by one sentence and one full stop!"

Cheng Lang thought about it for a moment, and roughly repeated it.

After listening to Xu Qiao's thoughts, she let out an "Oh" and felt that the imagination of the three eldest ladies might indeed be more abundant than that of ordinary women. However, while calming down, her attention was attracted by another thing: "How? Do you still have memories of the green campus?"

Cheng Lang wanted to say that he and Wen Yue didn’t really have this kind of grassy memories. She and Song Mian were afraid that they really did. But at this point, it’s not easy to turn the teacher into questioning, so he explained in a good manner: " You have seen it in the China National Exhibition Center. If it weren't for the special assistant Gao reminded me, I don't know her last name and name. What memories do you think I have with her?"

"But she must have memories of you unilaterally!"

Cheng Lang surrendered: "This is not under my control."

"I know, so I didn't blame you, I just wanted to..."

"Ok?"

Xu Qiao looked at him with a smile: "As for me, what others don't have, I want to have, and of course I want to have what others have, so I also want to have memories."

Cheng Lang blinked slowly.

"Why?" Xu Qiao frowned, "Don't understand?"

"Do you want me to take you to my alma mater?"

"Yes, can't it?"

It's not that it's not working in itself. But for Cheng Lang, there is the origin of his mental illness, and there are too many uncomfortable and painful memories for him.

He instinctively didn't like it there.

Although Xu Qiao, who didn't know, this was a reasonable and romantic request.

Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "I originally wanted to take you to the neighborhood after drinking tea."

"Oh, I haven't been to London before. I have punched in many landmarks, but I haven't been to your school!"

Cheng Lang smiled and glanced at her: "Are you acting like a baby?"

"..." Xu Qiao coughed, swallowing back the tone that was accidentally delicate, and said in a rough voice, "No."

"Then act like a baby, and I will take you there." Cheng Lang smiled deeper.

"Don't spread, don't pull it down!" Xu Qiao tilted her head.

Cheng Lang stepped back and put his arms around her waist and tightened his arms slightly: "Then answer me, are you jealous?"

Xu Qiao glanced at him, her tone reluctantly: "Oh, it's kind of."

"Just a little bit?"

She hummed and glanced at him: "A lot is better, so much so that the Atlantic Ocean next door is not salty, and the Pacific Ocean on the opposite side is all acidic!"

Cheng Lang laughed and seemed satisfied: "Okay, take you there."

——

After drinking the afternoon tea, Xu Qiao quickly paid a painful price for the extra trip he "made".

It is a lie to go to the place where the other half once lived, to see the scenery he has seen, and how romantic the road he has walked. Aunt Shenhuai walks a long way, and it can be listed as one of the top ten painful experiences of girls.

Especially for the sake of beauty and rustle, she resolutely refused to take off her eight-centimeter high-heeled shoes. After going around a small campus, she walked slowly and slowly, and dragged her own way. She grabbed Cheng Lang's arm and said, "That... …I think I have enough memories."

Cheng Lang reluctantly stopped speaking about the tour guide, called a sightseeing car, and got in with her.

Xu Qiao was a little embarrassed at this time, put her chin on his shoulder, and smiled next to him, probably expressing "I was wrong" with a micro expression.

Cheng Lang sighed and shook his head.

Sightseeing cars passed near the teaching building. Because of the heavy traffic, they slowed down. When they stopped at the corner, someone came to ask the driver if he could get on the bus together.

Cheng Lang was lowering his head to explain the structure of the teaching building to Xu Qiao. When he heard this voice, he suddenly stopped and raised his head.

Xu Qiao was taken aback, followed his gaze, and saw the East Asian woman by the car smiling at Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang watched her motionless for two or three seconds, but when he opened his eyes, he was determined and quick.

The smile on the other's face became thicker.

Cheng Lang said to the driver in English: "Sorry, my girlfriend and I don't want the third person to get in the car."

The driver turned around and explained to him that this was a doctoral student in the school.

Cheng Lang still expressed his reluctance.

The driver can only apologize to the other party.

The other party nodded and said understanding, walked around to Cheng Lang's side and left, and when he passed him, he returned with a smiley look.

Xu Qiao looked inexplicable, and after waiting for someone to walk away, she cursed in a low voice: "My girlfriend is just by the side and glamorous. Is it blind or heart blind?" Then he lamented, "Why haven't a man followed me for a long time? How can I strike up a conversation? Are there really ten handsome men and nine gays here?"

The sightseeing car drove forward unimpeded again, Xu Qiao was distracted by the scenery along the way, and continued to watch the scenery with her cheeks supported.

After looking at it for a while, she suddenly felt that something was missing.

What about Cheng Lang's commentary?

She pointed to the distance and asked, "Is there any story about that sculpture?"

"Huh?" Cheng Lang's voice sounded a little absent.

Xu Qiao turned her head strangely to look at him, and she was startled.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat, his face and lips were pale into a shade.

"Why is your face so ugly?" Xu Qiao was stunned, "Are you not feeling well?"

Cheng Lang closed his eyes.

He was also surprised. He thought that his physical condition had improved a lot recently, but after many years, when he encountered the "woman" again, he had a more serious stress response than usual.

Even if this "woman" didn't even touch him at all.

He suppressed the discomfort all over his body: "It's okay."

"Why is it okay?" Xu Qiao probed his forehead in a panic, "You are all cold sweats. What's wrong? Which direction is your school infirmary? Or are there other hospitals nearby?"

She said she was going to ask the driver in front. Cheng Lang pressed the back of her hand: "No, maybe I just drank afternoon tea. I feel dizzy in this car."

"Really? Did you get motion sickness before?"

"Recently, I have been working hard and I haven't had a good rest..." Cheng Lang replied with a frown.

"Then don't take the car." Xu Qiao hurriedly called to stop the driver, paid the fee in a hurry, and helped Cheng Lang to the side corridor and let him sit on the bench.

Cheng Lang propped his knees with his hands, lowered his head and closed his eyes, the sweat from his forehead dripped all the way through the temples and fell on the grass.

Xu Qiao bent over to look at him next to him: "Is it better?"

Seeing Cheng Lang's teeth shivering and not speaking, she seemed to be crying: "Don't scare me..."

Cheng Lang turned around and wrapped her waist.

Xu Qiao's legs were a bit soft, and when he hugged him, he almost staggered backwards, barely stabilizing his heels and standing upright.

Cheng Lang buried his face in her lower abdomen and took a deep breath.

Xu Qiao put his arm around his head, rubbed his hair to soothe him, and patted his back with one hand.

As time passed, she looked down at the man in her arms, feeling that he was gradually calming down and trembling, and while she was relieved, she would hold him tighter.

The humid wind swept across the promenade with the smell of dead branches with a unique taste of London winter.

When Cheng Lang said, "It's okay," Xu Qiao was thinking-she's done.

She thought she accepted Cheng Lang's liking because he was kind to her, and because a woman naturally approached and admired the invincible power.

But she just suddenly discovered that she actually had compassion for a strong enough man.

She thought she might be...really lost.