Chapter 39:

This time it was Xu Qiao's turn to doubt life.
A man who has money, power and beauty, and both businessmen are on Mount Everest, is he still a primary school chicken when he lives to be 27?
Why is he still a primary school chicken!
Behind her seventeen-year-old brother is chasing a crowd of beautiful sisters!
Before Xu Qiao had time to express his doubt, Cheng Lang had already opened the door wide at the entrance, looking at Shen Shen as a guest.
Shen Dang walked out, turned his head and gave Xu Qiao a "hush" gesture, smiled and pulled Jiang Fang away.
Xu Qiao was immersed in the shock and did not move for a long time.
Cheng Lang saw her as if she had just experienced a great change in life, closed the door and walked back and asked, "What did he tell you?"
She lied with an idea: "He said that after they are gone, we are left alone, let me be careful of you!"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.
In order to guard Xu Qiao's whereabouts in prison, he had indeed not mentioned the progress of his condition to Shen Dang for a while. Shen Dang should have thought that he was still in a "seriously ill" period, so he deliberately gave Xu Qiao alarmist talk so that he would not be bothered when he was alone with her.
It would not help.
"Are we alone for the first time?" Cheng Lang asked.
The implication is that he didn't do anything to her before, and of course he won't tonight.
"The werewolf turned into the night of the full moon, who knows if you have been planning for Christmas Eve for a long time..." Xu Qiao bit his head and lied, pretending to be afraid and hiding behind the balcony curtain. .
Cheng Lang smiled a little helplessly: "I want to be really premeditated, and I won't let them in tonight at all. It's all about the bones, do you think I'm a fool?"
What do you mean by "it's all over here"? Which point is she with him?
Xu Qiao glanced at him, but she didn't think he was pretending to be forceful.
Cheng Lang's recent actions have indeed built a certain amount of trust in her. Especially from his performance on the night she was drunk: a man who messed up the relationship between men and women, it is impossible for her to provoke her by stepping on his face, and send her back to the room with a slap in the face.
So the original dialogue ended here, and her scene should almost end.
But now her mind is full of that young child, curiosity drove her, and followed his words to test: "People are not in appearance, and the sea is not in comparison. How can I know if you are a fool," I don’t know the woman who’s been with you before."
"..." Cheng Lang seemed to be touched by this blatant statement. After a brief moment of stiffness, he returned to his integrity, "According to you, I have to ask them to rectify my name?"
"They?" Xu Qiao's gaze shot him like a searchlight, "There are many?"
He smiled casually: "You don't believe it if you don't, do you?"
Avoid the heavy and light, there must be tricky.
After observing Cheng Lang's reaction, Xu Qiao felt that Shen Dang should have revealed the secret to her without Cheng Lang's permission.
If this is the case, then the authenticity of this secret is greatly enhanced.
After all, the 27-year-old elementary school chicken is not a glorious person. If it is spread out, it may be expelled from the tyrant circle. Shen Dang uses this kind of lie to slander his brother. It is unreasonable, but Cheng Lang hides it. Acknowledgment, it makes sense.
Xu Qiao was deeply convinced by this wave of logical reasoning, but at the same time, he also had a bigger question: But why is a primary school chicken so "good"?
She suddenly became interested in exploring the man in front of her.
Explore, start from getting closer.
So Xu Qiao took his hand and walked out of the balcony like a little leader, nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lang is out of his name. I really say that his predecessors are few and can't be convinced."
Cheng Lang meant to surrender: "Can we stop talking about this?"
"Then what are you talking about?" She walked up to him casually and looked up at him.
Because they were wearing flat slippers, the height difference between the two of them was widened. With her hands on her back and slightly on tiptoes, she looked girlish in the eyes of a woman, but it became a sense of seduction in the eyes of a man.
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and looked down at the distance between the two.
Did this little girl win money tonight to win the schizophrenia? The front foot was afraid that he was afraid to hide behind the curtain, but the back foot looked for something to find his eyes.
If he were a normal man, this perspective might really not help but do something to her.
Cheng Lang’s Adam’s apple rolled gently, but his eyes were quietly separated from her slightly opened lips, and the hand hanging beside him raised: "Talk about this." He shook the phone in his palm, "Swap on Christmas Eve. WeChat, isn't it too much?"
The Adam's apple rolling-represents the initiation of desire.
Change the subject-it means nervousness.
Xu Qiao analyzed his every move with fierce eyes, and felt more and more that this seemed to be the reaction of an innocent boy.
This discovery made her feel a kind of inexplicable, from now on touching the tiger's beard without fear of excitement.
When she was in a good mood, she turned around and brought her phone: "Well, it's a Christmas Eve gift."
She opened the WeChat interface in front of him, and when she clicked on the address book column, she heard him ask: "The Christmas Eve gift only has a work account?"
She looked up innocently: "My work and life are based on this WeChat account." After speaking, he understood why he asked, and slid the address book of almost only his studio colleagues and said, "Oh, those people were deleted by me before. Empty."
Part of it was deleted at first. Since seeing the overwhelming news about her house being forced to auction in the circle of friends a while ago, she has emptied her address book without seeing it.
Cheng Lang stagnated for a while, and asked as if thinking of something: "Where is Zhu Li?"
"Also deleted, she was the first to delete."
"Don't want her to fall out with your family for you?"
She nodded, not used to being so serious about Cheng Lang, and said in a relaxed tone: "Lang always understands women's hearts."
Cheng Lang smiled, but didn't let her avoid the topic: "Now, you have stabilized temporarily. If she finds you again, would you like to see?"
Xu Qiao blinked: "I never thought about it, wait until she finds me, why do you engage in such complicated hypothetical questions."
Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully: "I see."
Xu Qiao passed Cheng Lang’s friend application and couldn’t wait to find clues about him being single for many years from his circle of friends, but was helpless by the parties, so she took advantage of the situation and glanced at the time on the phone screen, pretending to exaggerate: "Wow , It's so late!"
With Cheng Lang's emotional intelligence, of course, she understood her meaning of rushing customers in seconds, and nodded and said: "I will go to work tomorrow morning. I will leave first. Your Christmas present..."
"Don't worry, I will go to the studio tomorrow!" She interrupted him and trot to the hallway to open the door for him.
Cheng Lang walked out without knowing whether he was angry or smiling.
Xu Qiao didn't even give him a lingering look, closed the door quickly, and started to look at his circle of friends when she reached the door.
Five minutes later, she twitched the corners of her mouth.
Cheng Lang did not set the time authority, and he generously opened up all the circles of friends for others to see, but this is the case. The record of this person in five years is only a dozen pieces of content, and all of them are forwarded. Before this year, it was a few business news. , After this year, there will be more news about Lanchen Group.
Xu Qiao regretted not adding Jiang Fang's and Shen Dang's WeChat accounts. The lack of mutual friends makes it hard to see a flower.
She sighed, and just sighed to the end, she received a WeChat message from Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang: "I just wanted to say that your Christmas gift is not in the studio."
Xu Qiao posed a question mark.
Cheng Lang: "In that vacant guest room, after you went to work this morning, Aunt Zhou came to tidy up."
Xu Qiao was taken aback, and rushed to the guest room. As soon as she stepped in, she was frightened by the dazzling battle in front of her and turned her back three hundred and sixty degrees, clutching her heart and breathing deeply three times: "Xiao Xiao Xu, don't be quick or slow..."
Turning his head slowly as he spoke, he looked again at the three long rows of hangers in the room, and the new clothes on the hangers with no end in sight.
After all, it takes a transitional period to change from luxury to thrift. Even though he is in despair, Xu Qiao still pays attention to the fashion brand he loved in the past. Which one is new, has been addicted to the eyes immediately, so at this moment in the room These recent new outfits couldn't be more familiar.
She held the door frame in silence for a while, and a groundhog scream broke out in her heart.
How did Cheng Lang know that she likes these brands?
The vibration of the phone drew back her ecstatic soul.
Dog man calls.
Xu Qiaoping recovered his mood for a while, and did a few vocalization exercises in place "Mimi, what's up", to make her voice sound like it doesn't float, and then he answered the phone: "Hey..."
"See it?"
"Ok……"
"These are the work clothes for this season."
"..."
The normal boss shouldn't say at this time: Woman, are you satisfied with what you see?
"Work... overalls?" She rubbed her ears.
"Well, of course the facade of the studio needs to be decent. If you are short of clothes in the future, tell me. If you don't have specific requirements, I will prepare it for you every time you change the season."
"Oh, thank you boss, then." Xu Qiao followed the official business on his mouth, with a light tone, and his body had already jumped to the hanger, looking at these overly fascinating little skirts.
This amount is almost enough for her previous demand standards for the season.
Although the high price is missing, she is satisfied with her now.
"Well, you rest early." Cheng Lang said.
Eight hundred years later, Xu Qiao finally said to him a good word: "Then you should rest early."
In Cheng Lang's somewhat cheerful smile, Xu Qiao cut off the phone and hugged the row of hangers in front of him: "Baby, mom loves you! Mom will hurt you all night!"
Xu Qiao did what he said, lighting and music made up, changing new clothes one by one on her body, styling back and forth in front of the full-length mirror, and tearing tears to the hanger-man with her poor face.
After half an hour passed, Xu Qiao felt that his face was set off to the peak when she tried on a dress with a pinched hip pocket.
This is a semi-custom. The so-called semi-custom is to modify the details of the original garment according to the figure of the customer. It is also a type of tailor-made clothes. Although it is not as good as the high-end customization level, the production cycle is correspondingly shorter, but it is placed in the garment store. The clothing ratio is of course closer to the needs of customers.
Xu Qiaozheng sighed that Cheng Lang had done so beautifully, and his expression changed halfway through.
In a moment, everything else fits her size. Even the details of the semi-custom style are exactly the same. How did Cheng Lang do it?