Chapter 34:

Cheng Lang was quiet for a few seconds and then asked, "Don't remember?"
"Ah, what should I remember?" Xu Qiao twitched her hair with an annoyed look.
Although Cheng Lang can't see her expressions and movements now, she has to perform the details in order to make her voice sound like that.
"It's nothing, don't remember." Cheng Lang smiled.
If it weren't for the last mistake last night, who would have left it with him? Xu Qiao struck a fist unwillingly at the air: "What the hell? You make it clear."
"Last night I heard that you bought wine and went home. I was worried that you would drink it alone. I came to see you."
"I actually opened the door for you?" Xu Qiao pretended to be surprised.
"No, I drove it myself, and there is a spare key for Gao Tezhu."
Xu Qiao blinked slightly.
Although this man was sorrowful, he did not take advantage of her "amnesia" to make up his mind.
She reluctantly accepted his remarks: "The special circumstances last night will be fine, and I will confiscate the backup key of Special Assistant from today."
"It has been confiscated." Maybe it was because he was laughing. Cheng Lang's voice sounded a bit like the gentleness they had when they first saw him. "I thought about it carefully. Although I think I am trustworthy, I look at it from your standpoint. It is indeed unfair. Oolongs like last night are also prone to misunderstandings, so I have already passed the backup key to Aunt Zhou. If something similar happens in the future, I will ask Aunt Zhou to come and see first. Do you think this is good? ?"
I actually knew that I spoke to her in a deliberative tone. What made this dog man sensible overnight? Could it be her amazing beauty?
Xu Qiao drooped the corners of her mouth, opened her bathrobe and glanced inwardly-it's pretty, no wonder the dog's mouth is vomiting ivory.
Unfortunately, Cheng Lang handled things in an orderly manner, and she couldn't find any more trouble.
She hasn't shown it to a man before she grows up. She has made him cheaper, and she wants to pick some bones out of the egg and ask for some interest back from him.
"Talk." Cheng Lang urged with a smile.
Why is he smiling with every sentence and every word today?
Xu Qiao found the stubble: "Why are you smiling all the time? It's so funny."
Cheng Lang seemed to be stunned, and then laughed again: "Oh, a big project at hand made some progress yesterday, so I am in a good mood."
"..." Isn't this big project "the large-scale beauty hunting project I slept in Xu Qiao today"?
The "ruiguaner" poo talk was played in a loop again.
Xu Qiao rubbed her hot ears, intending to slip away: "I have to get up to work, so I won't gossip with you, don't call me if you are too serious!"
Cheng Lang agreed: "I also feel that sometimes it is unnecessary to make a call, but my mobile phone cannot send text messages to you so far."
"..." Is there such a way to ask for a blacklist?
"You mean to blame me?" Xu Qiao hunched her hips.
"I'm just stating objective facts."
"Then if you can send text messages, you won't be able to call me at all times, right?"
"Theoretically speaking."
"In practice, it must be! I'm going to start working seriously, how can I have the time to scold you every day?"
"Well, I won't bother you during working hours."
"All right," Xu Qiao said in a big tone of "Then you put your resume here and go back and wait for the interview notice", "then hang up the phone and go back and wait for the blacklist!"
In the office on the 62nd floor of the Lanchen Group headquarters, Gao Rui saw Cheng Lang smiled at dog abuse seven times in just a few minutes. Even after hanging up the phone, he was still spreading exclusive dog food that only special assistants could enjoy
"Why is she so arrogant?" Cheng Lang asked him.
Gao Rui automatically translated this sentence in his head, and replied: "Maybe I grew up eating cute."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Did I say she was cute?"
With your derogatory and praising tone, I still need me to analyze how much the corners of your mouth are raised when you say people are horizontal, and how many Wangchuns are in your eyes?
"Oh, then I got it wrong." Gao Rui said with an expression of "You are happy", talking about the business, "Doctor Song is here, waiting at the door, would you like to come in?"
Cheng Lang regained his composure, nodded, got up and sat on the sofa.
Song Mian came in and did a routine check on his blood pressure and heart rate. He took off his stethoscope and said, "You said you have a high frequency of illness in the past two days?"
Cheng Lang nodded.
"But there is no abnormality in physical signs."
"what do you mean?"
"Frequent attacks without causing abnormal physical signs indicate that your body is slowly adapting to the process of disease. This is a good sign." Song Mian pondered for a moment, "I would take the liberty to ask, are there any common points in your last two episodes?"
Cheng Lang recalled taking cover for Xu Qiao downstairs in the apartment and rubbing Xu Qiao's forehead in the bathroom, briefly summarizing: "It's all accidental emergencies. I made some emergency actions without thinking."
"In other words, you took the initiative?"
"Yes."
"So are there any special details in the course of the disease?"
"The previous time, I restrained and did not make a stress response after confirming the illness. The second time, I did not feel the abnormal symptoms at the first time, but realized that I was in contact with the opponent's limbs before I felt uncomfortable."
Song Mian nodded: "This is a very big improvement. You can forget that you are a patient in some moments, which means that in these few moments, you have more important things to do."
"Important?" Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, important. Heart disease depends on heart medicine. When these moments become more and more important in your heart, your illness will become more and more controllable. The process of your desensitization is actually the process of love. To be straightforward, based on your description, I think you have already liked the other person."
Cheng Lang raised his eyelids and frowned: "Can the doctor declare the'death' to the patient at will without the patient's initiative to ask?"
Song Mian laughed: "You are serious, then you can forget what I just said."
Cheng Lang clasped his hands and blinked slowly. After a long silence, he said with a reluctant but helpless smile: "It might be a bit difficult."
The mobile phone vibrated from the coffee table, interrupting the conversation between the two.
Cheng Lang glanced at the screen, his original fluttering gaze increased a bit.
That was Xu Qiao's first text message to him in so long: "Why is there a bag on my forehead???"

Xu Qiao found that her forehead had horns when she was washing.
The situation was a bit chaotic last night. Although Cheng Lang rubbed her for the first time, both of them were distracted by other things and still didn't rub them thoroughly.
Of course, Xu Qiao felt that this should be just an ordinary bruise. There was no need to negotiate with Cheng Lang, but she had to do a full set of drama.
So she deliberately played three question marks to strengthen her interrogative tone, to prove that she really didn't remember anything.
Cheng Lang quickly replied: "You accidentally hit the wall last night. What kind of bag, take a picture, and I will show the doctor."
Xu Qiao: "No, it's troublesome."
Cheng Lang: "Observe."
"..." Xu Qiao shook her hand holding the phone.
Let the photo be taken, why is it so ambiguous?
She put on a cute hair tie in the bathroom mirror to expose her forehead. When she took a photo with her phone, she found that the hair tie was easy to get into the mirror, but she took it off unsatisfactorily and replaced it with a more mature clip. Adjust to a forty-five-degree angle of sadness looking up at the sky, and click on one.
As a result, I took a closer look at the photo. Why is the hair on the forehead a little oily?
Oh, I was going to wash my hair after taking a bath last night, but my plan was disrupted by an unexpected guest.
Alas, although Cheng Lang’s impression of her is not that important, is it a bit sorry for her appearance to post such a sloppy photo?
The beauty is not enough, PS will come together. Xu Qiao opened a beautifying software, and began a prosperous, superb professional operation, until every strand of hair looked soft and fluffy, and then sent a MMS to Cheng Lang.
Three seconds later, Cheng Lang replied: "..."
"can not see."
Xu Qiao was taken aback, then clicked on the big picture again.
"..." Why accidentally dropped the bag to P!
With the strength to become irritated, she crackled and typed: "The light at home is not good! The front lens of the phone is low in pixels! That's how it is!"
Cheng Lang: "I didn't say it was your problem."
Cheng Lang: "Then I will let the doctor come over."

Xu Qiao really hated seeing a doctor, but because she refused to admit that her P picture was excessive, she had to bite the bullet and accepted the consultation.
The work plan was delayed. After eating lunch prepared by Aunt Zhou at home, she waited for the doctor to come.
Cheng Lang said that he had a meeting in the afternoon and he couldn't walk away temporarily. After a while, the doctor came by alone and asked her to look for someone to open the door again. He also sent her a photo of Doctor Zhang's profession.
Xu Qiao took a look at the photo and remembered that when there was no accident at home, she was the one who checked her scalp in the hotel before. She seemed to have the surname Song. Because she was quite handsome and had a more friendly and gentle personality, she Left some impressions.
This place is not a new high-end apartment, and there is no visual system. When the doorbell rang, Xu Qiao listened to Cheng Lang, first confirmed the incoming person through the door mirror, and then opened the door: "Doctor Song?"
Song Mian's eyes condensed the moment the door opened, and then he settled and said: "It's me, it's Xiao Cheng who told me to come over."
Xu Qiao blinked strangely.
Speaking of it, the last time this Doctor Song saw her, he seemed to have this strange reaction, as if he knew her.
She touched her nose, feeling a little unsure in her heart. After she invited someone in, she pointed to the door: "May I leave the door open?"
Song Mian stagnated slightly, and quickly smiled, "Of course."
Xu Qiao did not take Song Mian to the sofa, but stopped at the dining table.
Song Mian seemed to know how to wink, put down the medicine box nearby, let her sit down, then put on rubber gloves like the last time, pulled the broken hair away from her forehead to check, and asked: "When did you hit?"
"last night."
"Did you rub it when you hit it?"
Xu Qiao's words "kneaded" just reached her lips, and she suddenly reined in the cliff.
This is Cheng Lang's person. She is amnesia and can't wear help.
She vaguely said, "I don't remember."
"Don't remember?" Song Mian looked serious.
"Ah," Xu Qiao guessed that he had misunderstood. "It shouldn't hurt my brain, but I drank too much last night..."
Song Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
"That... I haven't rubbed it, you can ask Cheng Lang next time." Xu Qiao said a little embarrassed.
"He is there?"
Xu Qiao nodded.
Song Mian seemed to have thought of something, and was fascinated.
"Doctor Song?"
He recovered: "I think he should have rubbed it for you."
Xu Qiao was taken aback: "Your doctor is so superb, can this be known by ‘wanting’?"
Of course I didn't expect it, but it is not difficult to guess what Cheng Lang mentioned at noon.
Song Mian smiled and didn't answer the question directly, then let go and said, "Are there any other adverse reactions? For example, dizziness and nausea?"
"No."
"Then there is no big problem. It's just a local hematoma. No medication is required. Cold compress within 72 hours and hot compress after 72 hours." Seeing Xu Qiao didn't seem to understand these common sense, he added, "Use ice packs for cold compresses. Use a hot towel for warm compresses. There is no limit to the number of these operations, but you must pay attention not to be too long each time, and do not frostbite or burn yourself.
"It sounds complicated, isn't it enough?" She frowned.
"If it is troublesome, it will naturally be better, but it will take longer. You can let someone help you apply," Song Mian said, looking around, "Is there no an aunt taking care of you now?"
"It is..."
Xu Qiao was stunned in the middle of her answer.
What is meant by "Isn't there an aunt taking care of you ‘now’", as if he knew that she was originally a lady surrounded by stars.
Xu Qiao looked suspicious: "How did you know that I was taken care of by an aunt before, and you knew me?"
Song Mian looked away from her face: "Guess, I saw you once in Audleyden before, so ordinary people should not be able to stay in that hotel."
"If this is the case, then you should make sure that an aunt is hired by my side. Why do you ask the sentence earlier?"
The phrase "now" he subconsciously said was a reaction to understanding the changes and current situation of her family.
Song Mian took a pause in packing up the medicine box, then silently let out a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, Miss Xu, I have indeed heard of you."
Know what you know, what a big deal, what lie?
Xu Qiao frowned briefly: "What is your full name?"
Song Mian picked up the prepared medicine box and walked out: "I should go now, Miss Xu."
"You leave your name before leaving." Xu Qiao stood up, "If you don't tell me now, I can also ask Cheng Lang back, and the result is the same."
Song Mian turned her back to her and froze in the hallway. After a long silence, he turned back and said: "Song Mian." Then he hurriedly left.
Xu Qiao was stunned.
Song Mian...
Song Mian?
A distant and vague memory, with the scent of the grass of summer years ago, broke into her mind in bits and pieces.