This Damned Sweetness

Although I didn’t feel that when I was in peace, I didn’t feel that it was necessary to have a vigorous and vigorous relationship, but on the day when the unscrupulous media indirectly labelled “abandoned women”, I had to get such a lovely and honest clarification. Said that Princess Xu's mood really took off from the bottom of the valley and boarded a colorful helicopter.

Xu Qiao stretched out one foot, tapped the toe of his shoe on the edge of forgiveness, and tested him: "What if you are still not satisfied?"

On the other side of the screen, Cheng Lang holding the phone smiled.

If she is not satisfied, she will not reply to this message at all.

So he typed: "Then come and open the door."

Xu Qiao stood up suddenly, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down, and saw a black car parked in front of the studio.

It’s not the Bentley that she chose to keep her low-key before, but the out-of-print Zeppelin that killed her on the road. It’s called the "Mobile Palace" and has Cheng Lang's imprint in the North City, representing him. Zeppelin.

She stood by the window, jumped a little bit inwardly, turned and walked out. As soon as I opened the door of the studio, I was startled by the people standing outside.

It was not the car door, it was the door of the house.

Cheng Lang smiled and shook the things in her hands: "If you are not satisfied, look at this again?"

Xu Qiao looked intently at the cuboid velvet gift box in his hand, to see if the packaging had not gone away. But the brand name is not written on the gift box, so I can't tell the truth for now.

She pretended not to be curious and didn't care about not being rare, and whispered: "The taste of the jewelry designer is very picky. Are you afraid to step on thunder when you give jewelry?"

"Fear." Cheng Lang nodded. When his girlfriend is a senior player in the jewelry industry, choosing jewelry has indeed become a problem. "So I didn't dare to give jewelry."

"Oh?" Xu Qiao couldn't put it down if nothing had happened, glanced at the gift box, caught his gaze, and quickly retracted his gaze.

Cheng Lang smiled and opened the gift box, gently supporting it in his palm, and placing it under her eyes.

Xu Qiao was shocked by the flashing light in the box.

This is a red diamond as brilliant as pigeon blood.

He did not give her jewelry, but directly gave her a diamond, which is recognized as the rarest and rarest color among colored diamonds in the world.

The world's largest red diamond was discovered in Brazil in 1960. It was only 5.11 carats after being carved, and it is called an invaluable treasure. More than 50 years later, Australia's Argyll diamond mine produced the second largest red diamond, which was only 2.11 carats after cutting, and its auction value reached nearly 70 million yuan.

And the red diamond in front of Xu Qiao at this moment, although the carats are not as many, its color is not inferior to them, especially today when the Algay Diamond Mine is about to close, such a blood-red diamond is almost a gem.

For a jeweler, this is a diamond that is even more "touched" than the stars, let alone "owned".

Xu Qiao slowly took the gift box in disbelief, held it in the palm of her hand, and blinked at Cheng Lang.

She has always known that this man is unusual, but even with this kind of psychological expectation, he can still break through her imagination limit time and time again.

Cheng Lang was about to say something, but he heard her suddenly stop: "Wait a moment."

Xu Qiao walked back to the studio holding the gift box, placed the diamond under the light source, looked left and right, looked up and down, looking carefully.

Cheng Lang followed in with a smile and explained: "It's a real drill. It was just taken by someone last week."

"Last week?" Xu Qiao temporarily stopped her admiration and looked back at him, "I didn't pay much attention to you last week..."

Cheng Lang sighed and nodded: "Yes, but when I heard about this red diamond, I still wanted to take it for you."

"You never thought I might not forgive you?"

"I thought, if that's the case, then this diamond is a gift for you."

Xu Qiao was stunned for a while before she said, "Are you stupid with a lot of money? How can anyone pay such a breakup fee?"

Cheng Lang didn't seem to like this adjective, and frowned: "Red diamonds have a very high investment and collection value. They are handed over to a jewelry designer destined to shine in the future. After designing and building, superimposing the brand effect, Its value will increase exponentially. Even if we do break up, this is a very worthwhile sale."

Xu Qiao was amused by his serious self-respect look: "How can you guarantee that I will sell it in the future, and I will pay you dividends if I sell it?" She said and glanced at the red diamond in the box. He narrowed his mouth and looked at him, "But it's really a bit hard to handle..."

Her hands are still a little trembling now.

Cheng Lang smiled: "Then you treat it as a common property. If I have a tight hand in the future, you will turn it into jewelry and doubled and sold it together as pocket money."

"..." Husband and wife have common property, is he using diamonds to cover his wife?

Xu Qiao looked at him and closed the gift box gently: "Well, then put it in my small vault first."

"Do you have a safe deposit box?"

"Oh, not really, would you give me one by the way?" She blinked.

"It's not wasted," Cheng Lang thought for a while, "There are in the mansion."

"..."

Dare to love that the diamond hasn't become hot in her hands, she will have to get into his house with someone.

Being able to take a rare red diamond at hand and let him equip him with a safe called "waste". This is a distorted view of money that can afford supermarkets but not supermarket shopping bags.

"I'm still in the apartment." Xu Qiao muttered.

"The luggage and daily necessities you didn't take away are left in the house intact, and you can move in with your bags." Cheng Lang showed a thoughtful smile with a hint of impatient.

"Then you wait for me to go back to the office to get my bag."

Xu Qiao walked out of the studio and went to the opposite office to pack her belongings. When she went out with her bags, she saw Cheng Lang frowning while holding a piece of drawing paper, walking slowly towards her while looking down at the painting.

Xu Qiao felt a little in her heart, remembering something.

Cheng Lang walked up to her, held up the picture of dog eating shit, and looked at her questioningly.

Obviously, he accurately detected the soul of this painting.

Xu Qiao touched her nose: "Well, in the afternoon..."

Cheng Lang looked at the vivid image of the dog whose name was written directly on him. He sighed Shen Shen, gathered the drawing paper, and stretched out his other hand to reach her: "Little ancestor, come home with me."

Xu Qiao gave him a hand to lead, tilted his head and looked at his face: "Are you angry?"

Cheng Lang wasn't ready to be angry with her for such a trivial matter, but listening to her soft tone, he was a little curious about what would happen by default.

It's been too long since he saw the well-behaved Xu Qiao.

He thought for a while, deliberately tensed without speaking.

"People who say no matter how loving couples are, there will be dozens of urges to strangle each other in their lives, I just drew a picture..." Xu Qiao whispered.

"The original sentence of that statement is-'Even in the happiest marriage, there will be two hundred thoughts of divorce and fifty times of choking each other in a lifetime'."

Oh, it's a couple, not a couple.

"That's what I meant anyway," Xu Qiao shook his hand, "Are you not angry?"

Cheng Lang felt that he was about to disarm, and was about to say that he was joking with her, but saw that she suddenly took her hand from his palm, opened her arms to him, and said, "Husband, hug."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.

This kind of unexpected joy, even if it is really angry, I am afraid it can't stand it. He looked at her and smiled: "It's funny, you painted it well, go home and frame it."

"..." Xu Qiao changed his face for a second, "Withdrawal withdraw! Withdraw that sentence just now!"

——

After leaving the studio, Cheng Lang took Xu Qiao to a restaurant in the heart of the lake for Valentine's Day dinner.

The dinner was reserved, so there was no taboo between the two of them. Xu Qiao only found out when she asked Cheng Lang during the second half of the meal. In fact, the media reported maliciously on this matter and it was not her that was really hurt, but Cheng Lang.

This merger and acquisition has established Cheng Lang's high prestige within the group, including in the shopping malls. Cheng Lang's cousin, Cheng Jun, has actually been in trouble since the beginning.

During Cheng Lang's hand injury, Xu Qiao, because he was disobedient, killed the Lanchen Group on the day that Cheng Jun was looking for trouble.

But after all, Cheng Lang saw the trick, and in the end he still made the contract smoothly.

The deal is done, Cheng Jun can only obliterate Cheng Lang's achievements in public opinion, rendering Cheng Lang's excellent business skills into marriage.

Therefore, Xu Qiao is right that this kind of media manuscript cannot be released without the group's rigorous review.

The manuscript was indeed approved by Lan Chen, but was "temporarily instructed" by Cheng Jun during the last pass. After all, Cheng Jun was still the nominal president of the group.

After Xu Qiao knew about this, she felt quite uncomfortable. She had trouble in the restaurant. She returned to Lishan Mansion and yelled at Cheng Junyitong: "This kind of person is a traitor who made the country smoky and misty in order to grab the throne in ancient times. What is the difference between a villain! I don’t know what it means to be both prosperous and prosperous. It’s really not a big picture to keep the group level down by private grievances. In order to keep the position of CEO, I have lost my mind when doing business!"

Cheng Lang looked at her like "protecting the calf", handed her the slippers, and said amused: "Are you angry for yourself or me?"

Xu Qiao stepped into the slippers: "Half and half!"

"But," she frowned, "didn't he imagine that you would refute the rumors?"

"Many times, the losses caused by rumors are irreversible. Even if the rumors are refuted, they may not be 100% effective. Besides, Grandpa doesn't want our brothers to make trouble in public view too ugly. In his vision, I may not handle things properly. Too great."

"Then you are today..."

"It's absolutely impossible."

In fact, just the group's vernacular statement may not be effective. The key is that the parties have also made a high-profile disclosure of their romance.

"Today's treatment effect, even if it doesn't reach 100%, it should be 98%." Cheng Lang smiled, "I have to thank the little princess at home for having a temper with me, so I didn't give it to him. Save face."

Can you talk about it too?

Xu Qiao looked at him, went to the kitchen to pour water, and asked: "I have always been curious, since there is no relationship history, where did you learn so much to coax girlfriends?"

Cheng Lang followed her behind: "Eating a ditch and gaining a wisdom, after that incident, I spent a lot of energy studying this aspect of psychology."

"Really?" Xu Qiao was surprised to drink from the glass.

"Really, because I have to make myself look like that." Cheng Lang felt very comfortable to be able to explain everything frankly with Xu Qiao. "When my condition was the most serious, even basic social interaction became an obstacle. Once this hidden illness Exposure is not only a loss of face for me, but more importantly, it will endanger my career."

That's why he made himself look like a wandering son, so that even if someone finds that he is sometimes weird, he can't think of femininity.

Xu Qiao felt that after this incident, he really knew Cheng Lang again.

It turns out that the proud man of heaven is not perfect, nor is he born omnipotent, but this understanding did not reduce Cheng Lang’s score in her heart. On the contrary, it made her want to be closer to him and made her feel that this powerful person is also Need to be spoiled and hurt.

This feeling is very strange, she has never had it in the first half of her life.

"But in addition to talking about soldiers on paper, it may also be affected by my parents' ears and eyes." Cheng Lang continued.

"Does your father know how to coax your mother?"

"It should be said that my mother is a type that can't be coaxed. For so many years, my dad has cultivated to perfection even with wood."

Xu Qiao let out a long "Oh" and nodded while holding the water glass: "Mr. Cheng, have you followed your father's footsteps?"

Cheng Lang took the cup from her hand, wrapped her waist, bowed his head and said, "I'm so happy."

Xu Qiao looked at his face and pointed at his arm around him: "Isn't it uncomfortable to touch him like this?"

Cheng Lang felt for a while, hugged her tighter, and shook his head: "I can accept it. Maybe London broke through a lot that night."

It was the night he kissed her. Xu Qiao glared at him.

"I didn't know how to measure that night. Are you still angry?" He stroked her lower lip.

Either completely forgive or cut it off. Now that he had made a choice, Xu Qiao didn't want to hesitate again and again, because he was holding back because of the past. She shouldn't be such a slimy and sleek girl.

She shook her head: "I don't care about you, but you can't come like this in the future."

"Ok?"

She emphasized: "It is possible to treat the disease, but it must be'I treat you', not'You take me to treat'. Can you tell the difference?"

Cheng Lang thought for a while: "It's the difference between you coming to kiss me and me coming to kiss you."

"..." It's right to be simple and rude.

Cheng Lang laughed: "I understand and I am willing to strictly follow the doctor's advice."

"Dog" on again! Xu Qiao pushed him: "Walk around, who said I'm going to prescribe you medicine."

Cheng Lang clasped her wrist with his backhand and gently pulled her back: "Really reluctant to open it?"

Xu Qiao covered her mouth and shook her head.

Who told him to take her to eat seafood tonight, her mouthful of shrimps and crabs were not completely clean after eating lemon candy. At this time, the kiss is too ruining the mood!

Cheng Lang nodded and let go of her: "Then say it when you want."

She whispered: "Wait for me to take a shower!"

Cheng Lang realized the reason why she did not want to be affectionate at the moment, and gave the step: "Okay, after a day of tiredness, you should take a bath and rest first."

——

When Xu Qiao took a bath, she regretted saying that softly.

After all, I haven't seen each other for a while, and the intimate contact would have been a little nervous, let alone a detailed appointment. When the time comes, the two of them will take a shower, each with a pair of eyes, and then ask, "Go to your place or go to my place"... This is too embarrassing!

Intimacy should happen naturally, why on earth did she make an appointment with him in advance.

Xu Qiao finished the bath with a sense of helplessness and confusion. She deliberately put on her underwear neatly and fastened tightly before putting on her nightgown, then gently opened the door like a thief, and she was shaking all over— —

Mr. Cheng, who has everything ready, is holding a coffee cup, standing by the stairs, waiting for his Miss Dongfeng.

Is it necessary to be so grand? Drinking coffee at night, are you planning to cheer her up all night?

Hearing the noise, Cheng Lang turned around.

Xu Qiao regained her composure and said from a distance, "Do you still want to go to bed after drinking coffee so late?"

Cheng Lang looked at the bottom of the cup indifferently: "I don't want to smoke, so I drink something. My body is basically immune to coffee."

"Because you drink too much at work?"

"maybe."

"Boyfriend is so hard." Xu Qiao stepped forward.

Cheng Lang set aside the coffee cup and asked the question Xu Qiao felt ashamed: "Go to your place or mine?"

Xu Qiao looked at him with hatred of iron and steel.

Cheng Lang seemed to guess her thoughts, took her hand, took her to her room, and said irrelevant things to relax her: "Seriously, if you have time, you can paint some decorative paintings. At home, I think the bedroom is a bit empty."

"That depends on inspiration." Xu Qiao followed him inside.

"I hope it's not the bad inspiration like today." Cheng Lang smiled and took her to the sofa.

Xu Qiao felt like she was coming to a blind date. After sitting down, her legs were tight and her palms were knees.

Cheng Lang also noticed the shortcomings of "appointing affection in advance," and he was amused and helplessly hugged her onto his legs: "It's still early, let's talk for a while."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Qiao looked down at him.

"It's okay. Anything else you want to ask me. Ask them all. Let's talk a little bit today, and quarrel less in the future. Even if you quarrel, you won't break up, okay?"

When he said this, Xu Qiao really remembered a question.

"Oh, there is something," she nodded, "I'm a little surprised. If you have no contact with that Miss He except for work, your cousin can't make up that kind of thing out of thin air?"

"In terms of contact, there were some in the past."

"Huh?" Xu Qiao straightened her back and became serious.

"Her grandfather has a good relationship with my grandfather. Our two families visit each other occasionally during the New Year's Day. She accidentally found me something unusual at a banquet before and vaguely guessed something inside."

Xu Qiao clenched her hand nervously: "What then?"

"She doesn't know the specifics, but guesses that I have serious cleanliness in contact with women. She didn't tell anyone, she covered me at the banquet, and then helped me in public several times, similar to..." Cheng Lang recalled, "For example, if a woman deliberately approached me with a wine glass, she would pretend to inadvertently separate people."

"Oh, so your cousin thought she was interesting to you? Why didn't you clarify why the family might be wrong this time?"

"Probably so." Cheng Lang nodded, looking at her expression a little surprised, "Unhappy? It's all in the past. She is only the help of my friends, and I am only grateful to her friends."

Xu Qiao shook her head, indicating that she was not upset, and wrapped her arms around his neck: "Just thinking, why didn't I meet Mr. Cheng Xiao earlier?"

I don't know why, when Cheng Lang said these words, she didn't mind, but regretted not being able to participate in his past when he needed help the most.

"I was thinking about it yesterday," Cheng Lang suddenly looked at her seriously, "North City is not big, why didn't I meet you before going abroad."

"Huh?" Xu Qiao was drawn back to her attention.

"I guess Song Mian should have helped you before, right?"

"When I was bullied in elementary school, he protected me and taught me to change my Mandarin accent." Xu Qiao nodded, "He and I are also friends for the help and gratitude of friends. Don't be jealous!"

"You still have to eat the jealousy, but I don't hate him." He smiled and frowned, thinking about the wording. "Although this is a bit contradictory, I do appreciate him, thank him for being with you when you are in trouble. Otherwise I can't imagine how that little girl would cry secretly by herself."

Xu Qiao's heart felt as if he had been lightly smashed with a soft hammer, and it was sour and tingling.

The eyes suddenly wanted to cry.

She cupped his face: "Cheng Lang."

"Ok?"

She didn't know what she wanted to express. After thinking about it, she called out, "Cheng Lang."

Cheng Lang laughed: "Here."

There were tears in Xu Qiao's eyes: "I think I like you very much. You must treat me well in the future."

This is the first time she has expressed her heart to him straightforwardly. In addition to the accident, Cheng Lang felt mixed. But these tastes that are difficult to put into words, the final result is the same-he wants to value her more.

"Do my best." He nodded and wiped the corner of her eye lightly.

"Then I am going to kiss you now." Xu Qiao put away her tears.

Cheng Lang put on a welcoming posture: "But he is disrespectful."

Xu Qiao lowered her head, closed her eyes, and kissed his coffee-scented lips, gently touching his lower lip, and rustling him slowly.

Cheng Lang remembered her previous words and did not take the initiative.

She paused, opened her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Will it be uncomfortable?"

"Not for the time being." He opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't ask, I will say if I can't accept it."

Xu Qiao relaxed, and when she continued, she became bolder.

When she finally reached the tip of her tongue for the first time, almost instantly, Cheng Lang couldn't help but bit her.

Xu Qiao whimpered and backed out: "Say I'm here."

"Baby, although I am not normal, I am also a man."

Xu Qiao was amused by him.

Cheng Lang tilted his head to kiss her damp lips: "The head is opened for you, can you move me next?"

"..." What kind of words are this tiger and wolf.

"All right then." Xu Qiao nodded.

Cheng Lang glanced behind her: "The sofa is a bit squeezed, can you go to bed?"

Xu Qiao said, "Isn't this... quite spacious?"

"There is no room for the bed." Cheng Lang smiled, "It's just a different place to kiss, I am not in the bounds, this kind of thing must respect you, okay?"

"Oh." Xu Qiao nodded, and was about to climb down from his leg when he was hugged by his arm through the bend of the leg.

"Hey!" She yelled subconsciously, and put her arms around his neck, "You can be patient now, won't you get sick like this?"

"It doesn't seem to be anymore." Cheng Lang hugged her to the bed, gently laying down.

Xu Qiao curled up nervously.

Finished, she personally let out a wolf that had been hungry for more than 20 years.

Cheng Lang lay down beside her, pulled the person into his arms, and kissed her when she wanted to say something.

The long-lost dizziness came quickly, and it seemed that no matter how many times he was kissed, it was as fresh as the first time.

The damp and hot lingering toasting the bedding, the two of them gradually became a little lost, and were no longer satisfied with a simple kiss.

Cheng Lang's hand reached into her waist and rubbed her butterfly bone up again.

Xu Qiao responded to him amidst the electrical stimuli all over her body, touching her hand in front of him and tickling in confusion.

Until a certain moment of confusion, I felt the strength of my back suddenly loosened, and the restraints suddenly loosened.

Xu Qiao opened her eyes suddenly.

Cheng Lang moved for a while, and looked down at her, seemingly confused, and blinked slowly.