Chapter 32:

Cheng Lang's perverted smile that seemed to say "Little girl, you are still a little tender", made Xu Qiao want to refuse to attend.
But the other five people in the studio have already assembled. They happily get on the commercial car and say things like "Miss Tuyu". As the protagonist of tonight's welcome tonight, Xu Qiao can hardly speak up. Can pack up painting tools and go downstairs.
After an hour’s drive, when Xu Qiao walked into a French restaurant hidden in the alley of Beicheng and full of people, she had to admit that this man deserves to have a good sister in a sea pond and has an aesthetic taste. That's not bad.
Shuttle through the deep and quaint eastern alleys, you can see the rich and colorful medieval murals and silver candles and forks in the west. The creamy European-style window curtains by the bay windows are blown dreamily by the alley wind, and the whole restaurant is full of The unreality of time and space reversed.
Girls usually call this unreality: romance.
It’s just that, are there really workplace dinner parties that come to this kind of dating mecca?
She has never been to work, don't blame her.
The reaction of the three ladies on the commercial car after getting off gave Xu Qiao the answer
Lin Bai opened his mouth and froze in place.
The young girl Su Shan at the front desk was directly disabled in her mother tongue, and said in Korean drama: "Oh Mo, oh Mo..."
The craftsman Rosa pushed Su Shan to let her not be ashamed as she had never seen the world. After speaking, she couldn't help but put her chest and abdomen up and put on a dignified posture for the big scene.
When I walked into the restaurant, I saw the tall candlestick burning on the round table in the middle of the hall, and the other two men couldn't help whispering: "Is it really the wrong place?"
Shouldn’t the employee dinner be a hot pot barbecue food stall, shouldn’t it be a set of karaoke cards? Why did you start a candlelight dinner?
"That's right." A male voice sounded behind everyone.
The waiter immediately opened the seat of the honorable position.
Cheng Lang came forward, loosened the buttons of his suit, sat down and raised his hand: "Sit all."
Everyone was suffocated by the strange atmosphere and the boss' posture, and they didn't move - mainly because no one dared to sit next to Cheng Lang.
Only Xu Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth, and was about to go to the seat away from Cheng Langyuan, but saw him point his right hand with his index finger: "Miss Yu is the guest of honor today."
The seat of the head guest was pulled apart by the waiter.
Everyone looked at Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao sat down with a look of "ok, fine", and the others took their seats one after another.
Cheng Lang smiled: "Introduce myself. My surname is Cheng. I am one of the partners of this studio."
"Cheng is good!" Everyone nodded with straight backs.
Cheng Lang smiled and gestured to everyone to be free.
Because of the uncomfortable silence, Xu Qiao covered her mouth and coughed, and yawned at this boring opening remark.
Lin Bai suggested: "Mr. Cheng, let everyone introduce themselves?"
Cheng Lang nodded, tapping his knuckles on his right hand, giving Xu Qiao a hint—Listen well.
Oh, so these scenes were prepared for her.
Five people introduced one round in turn, and Xu Qiao noted down. In addition to her assistant and front desk girl, the studio currently has three technical post members, one male and one female, two jewelry craftsmen, and a male jewelry designer. division.
When it was Xu Qiao’s turn, she was a little uncomfortable with the positioning of a newcomer in the workplace. She cleared her throat and said unnaturally: "Yu Li, Feather Yu, standing Li, is a new intern jewelry designer, everyone... that , Take care."
Cheng Lang tilted his head and curled his mouth.
What a laugh. Xu Qiao quietly kicked his leather shoes under the table.
Cheng Lang suppressed a smile and said to everyone: "Ms. Yu is an intern introduced by President Yu. She has just graduated, so it's not as good as all of you who have rich work experience. If there are any imperfections in the future, everyone should bear it."
Which interns with no background can be assigned to assistants as soon as they start, and they can sit directly on the guest seat at the welcome dinner? Don't you dare to bear this kind of role?
Everyone responded cheerfully: "Ah, of course. Everyone came here like this!"
At the end of the opening session, Cheng Lang nodded to the waiter to order food.
Everyone held a menu, stared at the price list for a long time, you shook my eyebrows with me, and I bit my lip with you, no one dared to squeak first.
Xu Qiao didn’t notice everyone’s strangeness. After lunch, she didn’t have a good meal. When she saw the menu, her stomach groaned. All of her colleagues were blurred into the background. She turned her head and said to the waiter: "Cup dinner first. Before sparkling wine, the appetizer is tuna salad, then...cherry foie gras, black truffle sea urchin, fried snails with cuttlefish sauce, Angus beef tenderloin, cream lobster soup, dessert, give me a soufflé, half sugar, then serve One..."
When everyone heard her report a dish name, they frantically looked for the corresponding price on the price list, and when she slipped and talked about it, they looked up in shock.
Xu Qiao paused, slowly turned his head to look at Cheng Lang, winking at him-could it be that I ordered too much?
Cheng Lang was looking down at the menu just now without paying attention to other people's reactions. He blinked and recalled her order. He didn't think anything was wrong, and raised his chin at her to signal to continue.
Xu Qiao was regarded as a little fictitious by everyone: "No need, just... so be it."
Cheng Lang raised his head to look at the nervous other people: "If you don't have any special ideas, just take the one for Miss Yu?"
Everyone nodded like garlic, and a vague thought came across in their hearts-why do you feel like you are sitting here?
Because Cheng Lang's social skills were able to cope with such a scene easily, when the dishes came up, Xu Qiao had almost no need to speak, and ate all the time.
In order to provide her with a harmonious background for her meal, Cheng Lang has been busy talking with other people so as not to let the scene freeze. After a meal, he didn't eat much at all. In the end, the dessert was not intended to move. He asked: "I don't eat sweets. Does anyone want to have two servings?"
Who dares to raise his hand?
The front desk girl Su Shan pointed to Xu Qiao insightfully: "Miss Yu seems to be not full yet."
"..." Xu Qiao, who had just finished a Soufflé, stagnated.
She is really not a foodie, but compared to the past ten years, the past twenty days have really had a harder life...
Cheng Langshun logically pushed the dessert to the right and gave Su Shan a smile.
Su Shan didn't know if he had read it wrong. In this smile, there seemed to be an appreciation of "seeing that you are a talent, and I will give you a salary increase next day."
Xu Qiao silently ate the second Soufflé and glanced at the left hand side.
It may be that Cheng Lang is empty in front of her, and the comparison between the two is so obvious that she finally feels a little embarrassed to eat alone, and asks: "Is President Cheng full?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows somewhat unexpectedly, nodded, and looked at her with a smile: "Even if the French food is pleasing to the eye, you can still be full even if you don't eat it in your stomach."
"..."

Because of these words, Xu Qiao fled to Cayenne after leaving the game.
No, if you talk about food, you talk about food, you just watch what I do. I am not French! Xu Qiao shrank in the corner of the back seat, feeling Cheng Lang's voice wafting everywhere in the car, and waved vigorously.
The driver was taken aback: "Are there mosquitoes, Miss Yu?"
"Isn't it?" Xu Qiao hugged herself, "I'm still not afraid of the mosquitoes in the water, and choose the beautiful mouth!"
The driver was surprised: "These mosquitoes can't be killed by the cold, then I will clean them up later."
Xu Qiao clutched his heart for not playing enough drums or even singing Rap, calmed down for a moment, and let the driver go.
As soon as the voice fell, I heard the car window knock.
She lowered the window: "What's the matter?"
Lin Bai laughed: "Are you going home now? Everyone is going to the second party."
"Mr Cheng said?"
"No, Mr. Cheng just answered the phone. It seems that there is business to be busy. He has already left. Let's organize ourselves to sing K and drink. Will you come together?"
Xu Qiao could see that these people are actually not very interested in French cuisine, and eating under Cheng Lang's nose is more like sitting on pins and needles. It is normal to have fun in the ground now.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Just like Yujinfang."
Xu Qiao shrank slightly.
She hadn't had a drink for a long time, she wanted to have a drink, but when she heard the place where she was acquainted with Yujinfang, she retreated.
She shook her head: "I'm not going anymore, let's play."
"Then you go home and have a good rest."
Xu Qiao nodded and asked the driver to drive back to the apartment. As a result, the more thought about it, the more itchy.
Just now I wanted to make the restaurant spend wine, but it was uncomfortable for everyone to look at, so I saved Cheng Lang, but her alcohol addiction was hooked up by sparkling wine, and it was a bit uncomfortable not to drink enough.
Besides, her jet lag hasn't turned upside down. The long night, how can she endure her hunger.
Xu Qiao touched his deflated wallet, and reluctantly told the driver: "Stop at the winery in front of me for a while and help me buy some bottles of wine."

Here Xu Qiao bought wine and went home secretly seeking pleasure, while Cheng Lang changed his way to Xifuhui.
I just received a transoceanic call from my home in the UK, saying that some of Mrs. Cheng's old friends have come to Beicheng and asked him to receive him. Because he was an elder and had the face of his grandfather, it was hard to shirk, so he didn't personally send Xu Qiao home, but came to accompany him first.
By the end of the second meal, it was late at night, and Cheng Lang had two social meetings in a row. Tonight, he was a little lacking in communication. After getting in the car, he rubbed his eyebrows and began to close his eyes and calm his mind.
The co-pilot Gao Rui sighed, and said that he couldn't get rid of the meeting behind him, and the one in front could be saved.
In order to invite someone who does not want to date alone with him for dinner, I invited a studio to dinner, which was really painstaking.
He asked: "Shall I take you home directly?"
Cheng Lang said, "Well," after waiting for the car to drive halfway, he remembered something: "Ask Xu Qiao if he has gone home."
Gao Rui called Xu Qiao's driver and turned to report to him: "Miss Xu didn't go to Yujinfang with everyone. She had already gone home, but the driver said that she bought a lot of wine on the way home."
Cheng Lang opened his eyes.
The little girl seems to like to drink when she is in a bad mood.
"Ms. Xu is sensible now, and she doesn't run out even after drinking," Gao Rui said. "Don't worry, what can go wrong at home."
"Just because you are at home, no one knows what went wrong." Cheng Lang took out his cell phone to make a call, remembering that this number was still on the blacklist, and asked Gao Rui to call it on his behalf.
Gao Rui made a single call, no one answered, and two consecutive three calls, without a response.
"It won't really go wrong..." He was startled.
Cheng Lang frowned and told the driver: "Turn around." He took Gao Rui's phone again and continued to dial.
In the apartment on the 16th floor ten kilometers away, the door of the bathroom completely cut off the vibration of the mobile phone.
Xu Qiao left a glass of white wine in his left hand, and a glass of red wine in his right. He was lying in a bathtub full of foam and petals with a red face, admiring his jade arms and smooth skin, and hummed in his mouth: "I love taking a bath with good skin. Oh oh oh oh! Put on a shower cap and sing and dance, oh oh oh! The mermaid—want to escape—"