Chapter 17:

The times are developing, and the CEO circle is also improving. These years, an excellent special assistant who is only good at accurately reading and comprehending every word and sentence in the boss’s mouth is no longer worth mentioning. You also need to understand the incompleteness from the boss’s sigh and breath. Words and overtones.
Gao Rui is obviously the one who stands out from the competition in the industry. After combing through the front and back, he quickly guessed what-if nothing special, the back seat of Cheng Lang's Zeppelin is almost no one except him. Set foot, the only outsider sitting in these two days is Xu Qiao.
Combining all the embarrassment and excitement in Xijiang Mansion yesterday evening, Gao Rui couldn't help but grieve: "Did you blame Miss Xu? I think Miss Xu has such an arrogant temperament, how can I do anything to give up."
"I didn't see you so smart yesterday." Cheng Lang said lightly, looking forward.
Gao Rui whispered injustice: "I wanted to talk to you about Miss Xu in detail last night, but you can let me care about Dream Island..."
At this moment, Cheng Lang didn't speak again for a long time.
Gao Rui seemed to find a gap in this silence, and exclaimed: "Actually, it's not too late. Are you really going to hear about Miss Xu?"
Cheng Lang shook his head without thinking.
Gao Rui's head flew like a top.
Cheng Lang has made a clear statement on this matter for the second time, but because his attitude is too clear, it does not seem to be refusing, but more like avoiding.
I really think it's insignificant, it can be regarded as a drama, and I just laughed away with a sigh. If you insist on not listening, it's not that you're worried that you'll love it after listening.
He himself is worried about the meeting. Doesn't it mean that this matter has a chance to achieve the effect of "pushing him" in Stephen's words?
Gao Rui was impressed by his impeccable logic, gritted his teeth, and attacked him with a posture of "just listen to me anyway, you can't jump the car now": "Miss Xu's biological mother is in her fourth. Did you know that he passed away at the age of 20?"
"..."
With this fascinating ability, why not change his career to write novels?
Cheng Lang swept a "you're dead" eye knife toward the rearview mirror.
Gao Rui closed his mouth with a guilty conscience and did not dare to speak again.
Bentley was speeding in the rainy dark night, and the black and heavy clouds on the horizon were surging and rolling, echoing the gloomy eyes of the people in the car.
Gao Ruizheng feels that Cheng Lang is too invulnerable, and he has no intentions. When the car drove onto the viaduct, he didn't want to hear a light and fluttering sentence from the back seat-"What about then?"
Forcing Amway is the most deadly.
No mortal can escape the fate of urging novelists to update.
Gao Rui straightened his seat belt, straightened his waist, and said with a sonorous "Let's listen to what I said": "Ms. Xu was born in a small fishing village in Nancheng, which is not economically developed. When she was a child, she ran fishery at home. It's much harder than it is now. The fishermen get up and go out to sea every day, and they encounter wind and waves. It is not good to be floating outside for a few days. Her biological mother fell toiling at such a young age and died early. Xu Always frustrated after that, turn off the fishery and linger around the gaming table every day."
"Soon after the Xu family was lucky enough to win the lottery, Mr. Xu cheered up and took the money to go north to start a business. Miss Xu temporarily stayed in the fishing village with her grandparents. Four years later Mr. Xu had a bigger business and took her daughter to Beicheng to study. Sent her to Mingzhe."
"According to time, in the first two years of going north, Mr. Xu had a little son with Mrs. Xu today. It is not clear whether Miss Xu knew about this in Nancheng, or did she find out that she had an extra stepmother after arriving in Beicheng. And brother."
Cheng Lang shook hands on his knees and slowly tightened.
"You also know that most of the rich children born and raised in Beicheng gathered together in Mingzhe. These people are used to playing small bros, clothes and jade, and they are nowhere to be seen as nouveau riche outsiders. At that time, Ms. Xu had a simple temperament and did not understand the twists and turns of the people in the city. I’ve been a newcomer and I’ve been in direct contact, and I’ve been bullied a lot in the past few years. Ms. Zhao is one of them."
"The Zhao family operated jewelry earlier than the Xu family. Fancui was originally considered a leading enterprise in the industry, but the Xu family came out halfway and robbed of the Zhao family's thriving momentum. The Liangzi formed between the fathers and the younger generations passed on to the juniors, Miss Zhao The more I see Miss Xu is not pleasing to the eye, leading her school classmates to isolate her..." Gao Rui paused here, "You should have heard of school violence, right?"
Unable to respond, Gao Rui thought Cheng Lang was asleep, but when he turned around, he looked at the pattering rain curtain outside the window intently. It took a while before he retracted his gaze and gave him a "continue" gesture.
"After many years, I can't find out the specific process, but it can make a child's disposition change drastically, from being bullied to fighting back. If there is grudge, it will not be too light to think about it. But it is also a fate, Miss Zhao I have been in the same school with Miss Xu from elementary school to middle and high school. During this period, there were endless grievances. Oh, yes, this grievance in high school added another Miss Wen-I greeted you at the National Exhibition Center yesterday. That, she was your direct school girl when she was in college in London."
Cheng Lang raised his eyelids.
Seeing his expression on this irrelevant expression, Gao Rui knew that he did not remember this person.
But it's no wonder. When Cheng Lang was in college, his condition deteriorated for a while, and even a woman couldn't look at it. Even if the gods descended from the earth, they would not leave a cloud in his heart.
"Compared to the Zhao family, a business family like the Wen family is naturally more prosperous in Beicheng. After Ms. Zhao and Ms. Wen got acquainted back then, she quickly became acquainted with her. Ms. Wen did not directly express hostility to Ms. Xu, but It is enough to make people see the situation clearly. So before Ms. Xu went to college, there were few friends in Beicheng who could make a heart-to-heart."
Probably because the atmosphere in the carriage was too dull, Gao Rui’s tone relaxed a little: "Of course, I can’t make friends or I don’t want to make friends. This has to be said separately. You see, Miss Xu is so sassy now, she rarely talks to Are those people chirping? When Ms. Xu develops in the future, they shouldn’t ask grandpa to tell grandma and kneel to climb Gaozhi."
Cheng Lang was silent for a moment, seeming to disagree with this last sentence, and objectively commented: "Jin Lu has exhausted his vitality in the past few years. The development of this matter is probably a whimsical thing."
Gao Rui touched his nose: "Then whether it can be opened this day, doesn't it follow you?"
"..."

When Cheng Lang returned to Lishan Mansion in Xinglin Bay, Xu Qiao greeted the second unexpected visitor tonight in Audleyden.
Xu Kangrong appeared outside her room with a long-lasting pungent smell of smoke, knocked on the door and opened his mouth to curse: "You die girl who doesn't listen!"
Xu Qiao was taken aback: "How do you know that I live here?"
"When your dad was a vegetarian? On the first day you moved here, the hotel informed me about it!"
Xu Qiao sighed "Wow": "Then when I was in arrears a while ago, you just stood by and watched? How shameful this is!"
"Don't be clever and opportunistic to change the subject!" Xu Kangrong scolded and entered the door, "How many times have I told you, don't go to the smoky place, don't you have donkey hair in your ears?"
Xu Qiao leaned on his shoulder and sniffed: "I can smell the smog on your body more than mine."
"Can it be the same? Someone dare to beat you, and anyone dare to beat your dad?"
"Why are you so exaggerated!" Xu Qiao curled his lips unconvinced, poured him a glass of warm water, and set it on the table, "I was not beaten, OK?"
"Then what's this? You girl, you deserve to suffer!" Xu Kangrong walked around in the living room with his hands behind his back as if he went to the countryside, and pointed to the bottle of potion that had just been opened on the coffee table, and asked her quietly. Squinting and peeking at the column of "Functions and Indications" on the bottle body showed that he looked at the bottle with great effort, seemed relieved, and continued to curse, "As long as I don't care about you, you can't stop running. The little girl is in that kind of place where there are so many things. How attractive? Your mother made you so beautiful..."
When these words came out, not only Xu Qiao, but also Xu Kangrong himself was shocked and stopped abruptly.
What followed was a deadly suffocation. It was like stepping on a landmine, no one dared to act rashly anymore. In the empty room, only the wall clock on the wall still clicked and went along.
Xu Kangrong was silent, picked up the glass on the dining table, and drank the water: "Don't go to the toll booth in the next few days. Please stay here and think about it!" He said like a gust of wind. I also hurriedly went out.
"Dad," Xu Qiao stood on the spot looking at him from a distance, and called him when he opened the door of the room, "Don't bet, many people outside are spreading that our family is going bankrupt."
Xu Kangrong's hand on the doorknob was slightly stiff: "Nonsense! Those who care less about eating radish, let's take care of their housework first!" He closed the door and left with his eyebrows erect.
On the 21st floor, the assistant saw him walking hurriedly, pressed the down button for him, and asked, "Mr. Xu, will the flight be cancelled tomorrow morning?"
"That girl is okay, don't cancel it, go to Las Vegas to turn this over!"

In the middle of the night, Cheng Lang and Xu Kangrong were sent away one after another. Xu Qiao went to bed and woke up at 12 noon the next day.
To be precise, it is not entirely natural awakening. Because she heard constant buzzing vibrations in her sleep, and vaguely knew that there was a call coming in on the phone, but she couldn't lift her hand to answer it all the time.
After the seventeen or eighteen phone calls rang, she finally fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, sat up with her long tousled hair, and pressed the connect button.
Zhu Li's voice exploded like firecrackers: "Miss, you can count as answering my call! What are you doing this morning?"
Xu Qiao rubbed her eyes and said dumbly, "I'm sleeping..."
"Then you quickly wash your face, dig out your ears, and be sober, ready to listen to a fresh news delivery this morning!"
"I don't want it, I'm so sleepy..." Xu Qiao shook his head and muttered, then fell back on the bed again, burying his face in the soft pillow.
"Are you not interested in the news of the Zhao family? Or is it a ‘mixed doubles’ that Cheng Lang discussed with you in advance — you slap Zhao Baoxing with a forehand, and he slaps Zhao Baoxing’s father backhand?"
Xu Qiao was half-dreaming and half-awake. Even if she heard it clearly, she didn't understand the advanced metaphor. She got up and said with an aura: "I am not interested in the news about the king of the king, I am not interested in the news! And you don't mention that man to me again!"
He hung up after humming.
On the other end of the phone, Zhu Li cursed, "The little girl has a really big temper," and fell into confusion again.
Seeing Xu Qiao's appearance, I don't seem to know that Lanchen Department Store is evacuating all the Fan Cui jewelry counters.