Chapter 16:

Before considering whether to get in the car or not, Xu Qiao first glanced at the partition that raised between the driver's seat and the co-pilot.
The first time a girl gets in a strange man's car, shouldn't she be vigilant-this distant nonsense suddenly sounded in her ears like a playback, three-hundred and sixty-degree surrounds with mocking echoes.
Witnessing the performance of Cheng Lang's face pale with anger after being hugged by her, Xu Qiao now reasonably suspects that what he really meant at the beginning was-the first time a strange girl got into his car, shouldn't he be more vigilant?
She took her index finger and pointed it at the insulting metal partition: "Isn't Xiaocheng always suffering from persecution delusions, and feel that all the women in the world are coveting you so much that they want to move?"
Cheng Lang glanced in the car, but he was stopped by a "stop" gesture without any explanation.
"You have to pay for the atrocities of your employees, right?" Xu Qiao smiled and hooked her mouth, "Okay, it's not safe for one person to walk at night, then two people go."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the tall buildings hidden in the clouds in the distance: "From here to the hotel is at least one kilometer, the temperature is less than ten degrees, and it may rain within 15 minutes."
"Then don't go."
Xu Qiao shrugged and turned to leave. After walking a few steps, his shoulders suddenly sank, and a suit was covered.
"Get dressed before you go." Cheng Lang stepped forward and watched her stop, making a "please" gesture very naturally.
Xu Qiao looked at him sideways, refreshing his knowledge of the man's endurance again.
When interacting with Cheng Ye, she never tempered her temper, even because he was full of worms and always wanted to coax her to "sleep", so she intensified her efforts. No, the young master of the National People's Congress persisted for a week, and she really fled. .
Now it seems that this brother's ability to withstand pressure is strong. A big president with a family of more than a dozen figures, he will not drive a luxury car while he is in the cold. If it is cold, he will walk with her.
Xu Qiao originally just said casually, wanting to get rid of him as an excuse, but now she started to fight hard, and she went straight to the hotel.
Cheng Lang slowed down and walked behind her.
The two were speechless all the way. At first, one was unwilling to pay attention, and the other was silent. In the second half of the journey, a few drops of drizzle fell in the sky. Xu Qiao hurried to panting, and the feeling of sore lower abdomen during menstruation became stronger and stronger. Even if I want to speak, I have no energy.
When she arrived downstairs in Audleyden, she threw the suit to Cheng Lang without saying a word, silently expressing her intention to part ways.
Cheng Lang noticed her pale face and frowned: "Uncomfortable?"
"No!" She couldn't talk more, turned around impatiently and walked into the lobby.
Cheng Lang followed again.
"It's endless, are you?" She lifted her waist with one hand and gasped for a small breath.
Cheng Lang spread his hands: "I just want to go up and retrieve my suit."
"..."
Xu Qiao looked like "I still miss your broken suit at this time, you are stingy, you are awesome", nodded and let him follow up the elevator to the 21st floor suite, swiped open the door and went into it aggressively. The suit on the back of the chair slammed at the person waiting outside the door.
Cheng Lang took the suit, his eyes fell on the door and the room number fell, and he closed the door for her without leaving a word.
With a sound of "click", the big house fell silent.
The interior of the room full of cool colors looks particularly deserted at this moment.
Dare to love that suit is the ultimate goal he can't wait to send her back? Xu Qiao kicked off her high heels angrily, unable to remove her makeup, collapsed into the sofa, and took out her phone with her last energy to black out Cheng Lang's phone number.

It didn't take long before she fell asleep because of days of fatigue and tossing back and forth tonight, but she always felt the rhythm of the scalp and lower abdomen painful, and the pain was tight and painful, and the sleep could only stay in the shallow layer.
So when the doorbell rang, Xu Qiao quickly woke up.
The first thought when I woke up turned out to be: I don't know who will knock on this door except the hotel waiter.
The doorbell rang not in a hurry, but it was a bit stubborn. It sounded every three seconds.
Xu Qiao vaguely felt that this style was a bit like someone. He was confused and couldn't remember for a moment. He dragged the heavy body a few steps to look at the door mirror and saw a waitress standing outside the door.
Sure enough, apart from the waiter, no one cares about her life or death.
And these eager waiters are just for tips.
The world is too indifferent to her.
Xu Qiao shook her head and opened the door, just about to speak, when she suddenly saw the waitress evade to the side, and replaced by Cheng Lang who was standing in the blind corner of the door mirror.
"..." Xu Qiao was shocked. This old treacherous dog man secretly remembered her room number without telling him, and used the waiter as a shield to prevent being turned away by her?
"Why are you here again?" she asked angrily.
"You don't want to go to the hospital, ask a doctor to show you." Cheng Lang said, winking.
A young man wearing a white shirt, black trousers and holding a medical kit came up: "You..." The man was taken aback when he raised his eyes, just like Li Nianda was a little surprised when he saw Xu Qiao, "You..." Okay, I’m Mr. Cheng’s new personal doctor, my last name is Song."
But Xu Qiao failed to draw attention to the strangeness of this Doctor Song, and she was taken aback by the battle in front of her.
"Is it convenient to come in?" Cheng Lang asked.
"Inconvenient!" Xu Qiao choked him. "If you ask a doctor, just ask a doctor. What are you doing with you?"
Cheng Lang blinked twice: "In the hospital before, you said that you need an acquaintance to accompany you for medical treatment."
"Are you considered my acquaintance?"
Cheng Lang choked, nodded restrained, and raised her hand before closing the door: "I am not familiar with you, but the body is your own. If you want to see a doctor, please consider carefully-if the hair follicle If it is severely damaged, your scalp will no longer grow new hair."
"..." Xu Qiao was obviously frightened, and the door was not closed, and she covered her scalp. "Really? You...this is alarmist!"
Cheng Lang gave Song Mian a wink.
Song Mian nodded: "Xiao Cheng is always right."
Xu Qiao's eyes were dark for a moment, feeling that the ceiling was about to collapse.
"Is it convenient to come in now?" Cheng Lang asked again.
Xu Qiao's mouth did not let go, and his body was already dominated by the fear of baldness and consciously stepped aside.
Cheng Lang gave Song Mianbi a gesture: "Doctor Song, please." He lifted his chin to the waitress.
The waiter pushed the door open as far as possible and stood by the door respectfully.
"..." How could this be a bit like a private meeting between men and women in ancient times, let the maid keep the door so as to avoid the operation of rumor?
But Xu Qiao couldn't care to find out whether Cheng Lang's move was because he unilaterally did not want to fall into a scandal with her, or because of her reputation or safety.
She is full of thoughts-she is actually going to be bald, a beautiful young girl who is right now!
Song Mian asked her to sit on the sofa, then opened the medical box, put on rubber gloves, picked up the medical flashlight, and came over to check her scalp.
She grabbed the blanket on the sofa like a wilted cabbage, and whispered without tears, "...Doctor, can my hair grow out?"
Song Mian pulled her long hair away and paused slightly: "Some minor injuries, the hair follicles are good, it's not a problem, I will give you a medicine now, twice a day, you can come by yourself, if it is not convenient, please People help you."
"But my scalp still hurts," Xu Qiao didn't dare to stiffen his mouth. "Is this normal?"
"It's normal. There may be a constant tingling sensation in the past two days. After about three to five days, the problem will not be big, but you should continue to pay attention to the taboos, eat less spicy and cold food, and review it once a week."
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her chest as if she had recovered her life.
After Song Mian applied the potion to her, she glanced at her not very lips: "Are there any other discomforts?"
"Gone."
Cheng Lang, who had been standing far away, had an expression of "Don't listen to this girl's nonsense": "She looked abnormal after strenuous exercise tonight."
"..." This is an unfounded statement about the suspected car.
"It may be caused by physical weakness. It is recommended that you take a break recently and have regular meals. If you have time, it is best to go to the hospital for a full-body examination." Song Mian said.
Cheng Lang glanced at his watch and considered this proposal very efficiently: "Now go to the emergency room..."
"I'm not going to the hospital!" Xu Qiao stopped him with a headache, "I'm dysmenorrhea! Do you understand dysmenorrhea? Can you look good when you have dysmenorrhea?"
"..." How can I know if I haven't been in pain, isn't this embarrassing?
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward.
Xu Qiao also realized that he had spoken too aggressively and too quickly, and was a little stiff for a while.
Cheng Lang was silent for a moment, and if nothing had happened, he uncovered the page: "Then Dr. Song and I will go back first. You should rest early."

After leaving the suite, Cheng Lang arranged for the driver to take Song Mian back, and he also went to the Bentley waiting on the hotel porch.
Gao Rui was already waiting in the co-driver, and when he got in the car, he turned around and asked him: "Mr. Cheng, what do you want to do with Li Nianda?"
"The victim is not me, please come as she pleases."
Gao Rui reacted for a while before realizing that "she" refers to Xu Qiao: "Then what is Miss Xu's plan?"
"I didn't ask." Cheng Lang pinched his eyebrows. "A small powder keg will explode at one point. You will negotiate with her tomorrow."
Gao Rui saw Cheng Lang avoiding people to the point of refusing to communicate for the first time. He was so curious that how many little peppers made him so hard to swallow. He didn't dare to speak too much, and watched him open the back row. The lighting lamp, seemingly looking for a financial newspaper to relieve the boredom, explained: "Ah, I changed the car temporarily, and there is no new issue here."
After Cheng Lang left Xu Qiao’s room, he was not very happy. It was only then that he was absent-minded to realize that he was not riding Zeppelin: "What do you do when you change the car?"
"Zeppelin was taken care of, the back seat is a bit dirty, stained with blood from unknown sources. Oh, yes, you should not have been injured recently, right?"
Cheng Lang shook his head, halfway through and suddenly paused: "Blood?"
"It looks like blood, or it may be red paint."
"Which location?"
Gao Rui pointed to the corner of the back seat: "It's almost here."
Cheng Lang's brows were twisted into the word "Chuan" little by little, and fragments of pictures appeared in his mind as if the gate had been opened: Xu Qiao squeezed into the corner when sitting in the back seat of Zeppelin; After the car, he staggered forward and fell forward, and the sound of painful inhalation; and just now, the sonorous sentence "Can you look good when you have menstrual cramps?"
As if he understood something, Cheng Lang rubbed his temples and let out a irritable breath.