This Damned Sweetness

After hanging up Xu Qiao's phone, Jiang Fang looked at the pile of empty wine bottles in the hotel suite living room, scratched the back of his head with a headache, and pushed the person on the sofa: "President Lang?"

Cheng Lang did not wake up.

Jiang Fang pushed him again: "Cheng Lang."

Cheng Lang frowned, still not much reaction.

"Hey, Xu Qiao is here!" Jiang Fang shouted.

Cheng Lang opened his eyes suddenly.

"Fuck." Jiang Fang just tried it casually. He couldn't believe that this "chemical reaction of love" would really happen to Cheng Lang.

After all, before Xu Qiao's phone call, Cheng Lang spent the whole night drinking, and didn't mention the reason why he was drunk.

Although Jiang Fang had doubts in his heart, he couldn't believe it—is this the second son of the Cheng family who is still a long-sought man by borrowing wine to sorrow a woman?

Cheng Lang sat up from the sofa, his expression slowly turned from chaos to Qingming, his brows were twisted into the word "chuan", and he glanced at Jiang Fang who was "the wolf is coming".

Jiang Fang shrugged: "Don't scold me, I didn't lie to you, just called." He picked up Cheng Lang's phone and shook it.

Cheng Lang took the phone, took a look at the time, went to the WeChat messages and call records, and asked dumbly: "What did she say?"

Jiang Fang let out a soft "hiss", he couldn't bear to say, and sighed: "Are you always doing all sorts of things outside? The reputation of the little girl is too bad. I heard that you drink too much. If you don’t have sympathy, let me tell you directly, don’t make troubles, she just needs to get her passport back."

Cheng Lang sat on the sofa in silence and rubbed his eyebrows.

Jiang Fang glanced at his lifeless face, and tentatively said: "I just heard what she said for twenty-four hours. You have been delaying this for a day. Can you think of a way?"

Cheng Lang did not speak.

Yesterday, I hoped that she would think about it for a day. It did mean to delay.

Over the years, in addition to facing stubborn mental illness, he has always handled everything with ease, and he has a good chance of winning. As he said to Xu Qiao: He has never lost.

So he thought that twenty-four hours was enough for him to think of a countermeasure against this situation.

But the facts proved him wrong.

Perhaps feelings are also a mental illness beyond the control of others. He really "can" use bitterness, but he "cannot" use bitterness.

After separating from Xu Qiao, she kept crying in the rain. He really couldn't use such a superior strategy to lure her.

So in the end he was left at a loss---opened, soberly watching himself at a loss.

"Isn't it, Mr. Lang?" Jiang Fang didn't know the inside story, thinking that the two were just a little conflict, and looked at him incredulously. "Girls, if you are angry, you will coax you, and if you are sad, you will spoil yourself. If you break up, you will kneel three times. Nine taps, one tap, how big is it?"

Cheng Lang got up from the sofa, walked into the bedroom without saying a word, and unlocked the combination lock of the suitcase.

——

Xu Qiao was eating a delivery lunch when she heard the doorbell ringing at the hotel.

Yu Jin still has some work schedules in London. Although worried about her, she can't concentrate on staying at the bed and breakfast, so she is alone for the time being.

Xu Qiao's appetite has been greatly diminished since yesterday. She was rather sluggish. She just heard Cheng Lang's moth control and felt that it was not worth hunger for a spicy chicken man. She ordered a super luxurious seafood meal to feast on.

There was only one key to the homestay, so she stayed at home in case she needed to go out. So when she heard the doorbell ringing, she thought it was turmeric.

Because eating crabs soiled his hands, it took some effort to wipe the door, Xu Qiao opened the door anxiously, and did not look at the door mirror carefully, and directly pressed the handle.

Then she saw Cheng Lang, with curry on her mouth.

Of course, she didn't know it herself.

Cheng Lang was taken aback for a moment, his solemn expression suddenly showed a smile he hadn't expected.

It was strange that I was in a bad mood when I was ready to be swept out, but seeing her, those depressions were replaced by a secret joy.

"Are you eating?" He smiled as relaxed as possible.

While frowning at his arrival, Xu Qiao looked down at herself subconsciously, not feeling that this information was revealed anywhere.

Cheng Lang raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

Xu Qiao just dodged, he had already taken his hand away from the ground as soon as he touched it, and explained, "Dipped in curry."

"..." It was embarrassing. What she ate today was green curry, but fortunately, the swelling of her mouth has disappeared, otherwise it looks more funny.

Xu Qiao sniffed the alcohol on his body, suppressed the uncomfortableness, and put on a confrontational posture: "Where is my passport?"

Cheng Lang gestured to the commercial vehicle behind him.

The assistant and driver took down the four suitcases and pushed them all the way into the courtyard.

"I overslept. I didn't mean to lie." Cheng Lang pointed to one of the smaller boxes and said, "Your passport is in it, and I was in a hurry with my luggage. Please check to see if there is any shortage."

"I only need a passport and no luggage." Xu Qiao said coldly, turning aside his eyes and not looking at him.

These luggages were almost all things he gave her. He understood her distinct attitude at the moment.

He said silently: "Don't be so clear with me, okay?"

Xu Qiao did not speak, squatted down to open the suitcase, pulled out the passport from the inside, then closed the suitcase again, and said to the assistant and the driver behind Cheng Lang, "Excuse me, please move again." She looked at Cheng Lang again, "Domestic Those, let's count them when you return home."

She said that she was about to close the door, Cheng Lang raised her hand to block the edge of the door: "Can you give me ten minutes? Yesterday it was a bit sudden, I didn't explain the whole story clearly, I want to apologize to you."

"No, I have received it. Xiaocheng always walks slowly." Xu Qiao shrugged.

Cheng Lang's hand was still blocking the edge of the door.

"Let go." She looked at him.

Cheng Lang remained motionless.

"Then I will close it."

Xu Qiao pushed the door, and when she was holding his hand, seeing that he was still not hiding, she slammed the brake and stopped the door, raising her voice: "Is it fun to stalk you like this?"

"I only want ten minutes." Cheng Lang insisted.

Xu Qiao looked at him looking into his own eyes.

The look in his eyes was really pleading.

An irritable mood surged into her heart, Xu Qiao opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

It was when the stalemate was reached, a familiar female voice came from afar: "Wow, why, don't you two want to reconcile? Then I am here for nothing?"

Xu Qiao was taken aback and raised her eyes. Cheng Lang also turned around.

Zhu Li is standing outside the courtyard looking at the two with a suitcase in one hand.

Xu Qiao was almost moved to tears, covering her mouth and said: "Why did you come here without a sound?"

Zhu Li walked in with the box and glanced at Cheng Lang: "Are you sure you want me to speak in front of him?"

Xu Qiao shook her head and looked at Cheng Lang with the eyes of a guest: "Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Lang glanced at the box in Zhu Li's hand and understood.

Xu Qiao bought the most recent air ticket to return to China, which means spending New Year's Eve on the plane, and Zhu Li is here to accompany her.

He heaved a sigh of relief and nodded: "Then you talk, I'll go first."

——

After welcoming Zhu Li into the door, Xu Qiao hugged her to vent, and when the vent was finished, the rainbow fart in her mouth was blowing all over the sky: "Men are like clothes, and girlfriends are like siblings! Zhu's women are too shabby!"

"Hey, but your family really doesn't have any objections? Leave the elders to accompany me on New Year's Eve, your brother and father, uncle, don't call me a rosy face!"

"Do you think Xiao Zhu always looks like someone who can't handle this kind of problem? I accompanied them for breakfast and lunch. The elders should visit in advance, and the gift red envelopes for the juniors are in place. Everything is easy to say." Li Tanshou, "Every year on New Year's Eve, you are a koi carp that is hard to encounter once or twice in your life. You can say anything about it? I have a hunch that I will accompany you to celebrate the New Year today. I will definitely have a big deal in the coming year."

Xu Qiao laughed while pushing and shoving her, scolding her to see money open.

"Then how do we spend the night?" Xu Qiao asked after smiling.

"Loss of love is a fart, nothing can't be solved by a hearty sweat..."

Xu Qiao looked away in shock and looked at her: "You won't want to take me to find that?"

"Which one?" Zhu Li raised an eyebrow.

"Just the ‘quack’."

Zhu Li thought and blinked slowly: "Oh, if you want, it's not impossible for my sister to take you south and north to explore the world of Fengyue, but I'm talking about hot pot."

"..." Xu Qiao smiled, "I'm talking about hot pot too, dried bamboo shoots and old duck pot!"

——

When Yujin finishes work in the evening, the three will meet in the hot pot restaurant.

After Yu Jin settled in Italy, he rarely celebrated New Year's Eve officially. It was a business trip on this day. It was not sad at first. It was just that three Chinese women gathered in a Chinese hot pot restaurant and felt the taste of the new year in the restaurant, which aroused some emotions. .

Compared with ordinary restaurants, the atmosphere of the hot pot restaurant is relatively lively. A few Chinese words float in the lobby from time to time, and you will hear words such as "New Year's Money", "First Day of the Lunar New Year", "Go to Relatives".

Taking into account Xu Qiao's situation, Yu Jin and Zhu Li automatically blocked these words, never mentioning their family members. Of course, they didn't talk about Cheng Lang, a disappointing man, who ate meat and drank large bowls all the time.

The three of them were sitting in the seats by the window. Outside the window was the night view of London, with busy traffic and flowing lights.

After drinking for three rounds, it may be the stimulus of alcohol. Xu Qiao talked a lot. When Zhu Li said, "Should I set off fireworks for a while, I’ll treat you", he suddenly said: "I promised his mother today. , Going to his house for dinner."

The statues of Zhu Li and Yujin were pressed down on the death button and looked at each other quietly.

Although they broke up, Xu Qiao still kept the secret of Cheng Lang’s hidden illness, so Zhu Li and Yu Jin never knew the source of the contradiction between the two. They just watched her so sad and said they were cheated. Stand on her side naturally.

"Hey, I broke up. Of course I don't count the things I promised. Did you deliberately accompany him to fake love and comfort his family? Is it reasonable to ask for everything like this?" Zhu Li took his elbow and slammed the turmeric. .

Yu Jin said: "Yes, Alice, it is his responsibility to handle these things properly, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Oh, I'm not worrying about him, but I just think his mother is very good to me, and she canvassed for me before, a bit sorry for others..."

Although it now seems that this goodness may also have her as a life-saving medicine for her son.

"Come on, am I not good to you? I will canvass for you in the future." Zhu Li poured her a glass of wine and was about to say "Come and take a bite." Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman next door enchantingly. Sit down at the next table and glanced over here.

When Zhu Li sensed something wrong in this eye, Xu Qiao also looked at it as if consciously.

At this look, she was slightly taken aback.

She remembered this person. It was the one who met him while riding a sightseeing bus at Cheng Lang's alma mater a few days ago. He asked the driver to take a ride and returned to the one who glared at Cheng Lang.

At this moment, the woman's eyes were full of interest, with a sense of targeting that made people very uncomfortable.

Once is a coincidence, twice is not.

Xu Qiao felt that this woman had a complicated relationship with Cheng Lang. It should not be their first encounter last time.

But Cheng Lang didn't tell her the details of this woman, and now he blindly attacked, which might make him passive.

So Xu Qiao just looked at each other questioningly, without any extra moves.

Zhu Li and Yu Jin obviously felt the sparks after their eyes met in the air.

But they don't know the inside story, and it's also not easy to get involved.

Finally, after a few seconds of looking at each other, the other party took the lead in picking up the wine that the waiter had just poured, got up and walked over, smiling and saying in Chinese: "Hello, we met, I remember you, you belong to Mr. Cheng girlfriend."

This feeling as if talking with a pinch of throat made Zhu Li get goose bumps.

What kind of route, so ridiculous.

Xu Qiao shook the wine in the goblet, stood up with the wine glass, did not deny this identity for the time being, nodded and said: "Hello."

Then wait for the other party's text.

Her noble and glamorous, overly composure look obviously surprised the other party.

After all, as an ordinary woman, at this time, she might have to jump in disgracefully and ask her what she intended.

"I'll toast a drink." The other party raised his glass after a brief stiff, and the words were slightly dry.

Xu Qiao smiled and collected the goblet: "There are many people who want to toast me. I don't know in what capacity this lady came to me."

The other party thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "With the past, respect the present?"

Xu Qiao's face became cold.

Zhu Li was stunned.

Respect the present from the past? Fuck, is this Cheng Lang's ex-girlfriend?

Before she could see Xu Qiao counterattack, she suddenly heard the waiter say "Sir, you, sir" from behind. The next moment, a dark shadow dangled in front of her.

A man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly stepped forward and picked up the woman's collar, and squeezed the person **** the seat.

"what--!"

The wine glass fell, the tables and chairs overturned, and everyone exclaimed.

Xu Qiao looked at this scene in astonishment, her brain blank.

Jiang Fang hurriedly rushed to attract people: "Cheng Lang, you are crazy!"

Cheng Lang's strength continued to increase, his eyes were blood-red and he looked down at the person under his hands, his forehead violent.

After so many years of torture, until just now, seeing this man standing in front of Xu Qiao maliciously, he thought he might be crazy.