Chapter 61:

"Ling Lang" stepped forward in time to clear the siege, took Xu Qiao's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Mom, you scared her."
"Oh, sorry," Zhang Hongjun tucked his hair delicately behind his ears, and whispered to Xu Qiao, "I scared you."
Xu Qiao bitterly squeezed his sweat for the mentally handicapped question.
She, Xu Qiao, grew up on the coast of Nancheng anyway, and she has seen people with strong winds and waves. How can she become a small counselor at this time!
After just two seconds of brainstorming, she straightened her back and said with a smile: "It really scared me, I thought you were my sister!"
Zhang Hongjun was taken aback, and flattered and covered his mouth.
Cheng Lang looked at Xu Qiao sideways, his eyebrows lifted: Then what am I into?
Xu Qiaochong's "big nephew" winked his eyes to appease.
Zhang Hongjun looked at the two people's eyebrows, with a deeper smile on his face, and said to Xu Qiao: "I've been looking forward to a little girl calling me aunt. I've been looking forward to it for many years. This time, I'm not a sister!"
Xu Qiao behaved, squinted and smiled: "Hello Auntie."
"What does Auntie call you?"
"My surname is Xu, Xu, who is not fast or slow, has a single name, Qiao..." She swallowed the words "Qiao Shangtian" firmly.
Cheng Lang answered, "I was looking forward to it, but read the fourth tone."
"It really makes Auntie look forward to it." Zhang Hongjun stepped forward and held Xu Qiao's hand. "When will Qiaoqiao come to Auntie's house for dinner?"
"This..."
"The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, how about New Year's Eve? This Chinese New Year's Eve is still on a business trip. Auntie looks distressed." Zhang Hongjun said, winking at his son.
"Oh," Cheng Lang lowered his head and asked Xu Qiao, "I will go over to have a meal the next night, and we will return to the hotel after we finish it. It won't take much time, okay?"
Xu Qiaoxin said that one of your mother and son is holding my hand and the other is pressing my shoulder. I dare not even move, can I still say "not good"?
She smiled and nodded: "Good auntie."
Zhang Hongjun was relieved, patted the back of her hand lightly, released her, turned to Cheng Lang, and whispered: "Your grandfather just asked someone to play golf. He heard that you were bringing your girlfriend to the exhibition, and then you knew you were coming. London. The old man was angry and said that you won’t come back to see him and don’t want your grandson. Forget it today, you two are tired because of jet lag. Go back to rest soon, and go to coax the old man tomorrow morning and pick him up by the way Come over and stay for one night, we will have New Year's Eve dinner together the day after tomorrow, huh?"
"Got it." Cheng Lang nodded with a smile.
Xu Qiao swallowed anxiously for the day after tomorrow, and when Zhang Hongjun separated from the two, he grievedly showed Cheng Lang his shining palm.
Cheng Lang touched her hand, all with fine sweat.
He laughed: "Don't be nervous, our family is actually not too late for New Year's Eve. It will not be as formal as in China. It is just an ordinary dinner."
Xu Qiao looked at him with an expression of "believe in your evil".

Because of the time difference, when the afterparty started, it was already two thirty in the morning Beijing time.
Xu Qiao went into a sleepy state after eating a little bit of food to fill his stomach at the dinner. It was okay for Cheng Lang and Jiang to fall down, but seeing their female companions had already begun to squint and pecking at the chicks, both of them took people out of the field early.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Xu Qiao held Cheng Lang in his arms, and fell asleep as soon as he plunged his head into his arms. After half an hour's drive, he returned to the hotel. Cheng Lang called her softly but did not wake up.
He made a hissing gesture with the assistant who "slammed" the door of the passenger car.
Gao Rui sits in the group in China for him, and it is Cai An, an old assistant who stayed in London, who has been serving him and Xu Qiao these days.
Although he is also following Cheng Lang's "old man", Cai An is not more intelligent than Gao Rui, nor has he witnessed the relationship between Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao, so it is inevitable that he will not be so meticulous.
Cai An got the gesture and immediately slowed down, and after coming down, he carefully opened the door on Cheng Lang's side.
Cheng Lang gently hugged Xu Qiao out of the car.
Cai An observed his face and asked silently: Can you?
Cheng Lang stood up straight, tightened his arms, and nodded.
He had slight shortness of breath and sweating signs, but not serious. The will of "Can't fall Xu Qiao" was enough for him to get upstairs.
He really didn't want to be like he was in the National Exhibition Center last year, because he couldn't hold her, and put her in the hands of his assistant.
At that time, I didn't think it was so important, but it is different now.
Cheng Lang took the person back to the suite and slowly put her on the bed in the bedroom, adjusting her breath while gently taking off her high heels.
Xu Qiao awoke from the action of taking off his shoes, opened his eyes, and saw the darkness in a daze, and took a breath of fright.
"It's me." Cheng Lang turned his head to turn on the bedside lamp.
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and sat up from the bed: "How long have I slept? Did you hold me up?"
"Yeah." Cheng Lang only answered the second question in one word, not wanting Xu Qiao to discover that his breathing was abnormal.
But Xu Qiao looked at him strangely because he ignored the problem.
He was breathing, to be precise, restraining his breathing, and his temples were also a little wet, as if he had just sweated.
"Am I heavy?" Xu Qiao stunned and blinked. After asking, she felt something was wrong. She got out of bed to see him, "Wait a minute, are you feeling sick again?"
"No," Cheng Lang changed the subject with a smile, "you have a hundred catties, right?"
"..." Xu Qiao's attention was really distracted, and she was so angry that she pointed at herself, "Ninety-five, okay? Besides, I have a net height of 166, then... what has a D, even if it exceeds 100 catties, it is too much. !"
Cheng Lang smiled and rubbed the top of her hair: "It's not too much, it's me too much." Seeing her stepping on the carpet barefoot, he picked her up with her arm and moved it onto the slippers.
"Isn't it easy to hug?" Xu Qiao snorted, "I still think I am heavy."
Cheng Lang changed the subject again and urged her with a smile: "Since you are awake, let's go take a bath, can't your girls stay overnight without removing their makeup?"
Xu Qiao glared at him, stepped on slippers and walked into the bathroom hummingly. After a hot bath, she became energetic, wrapped her wet hair in a towel, put on a bathrobe and spread a mask in the living room, and searched secretly with her mobile phone. What gift does the woman need to prepare when she goes to the man’s house for the first time?
She thought for a while. Everyone in Cheng Lang's family knew her last name and first name. It is impossible not to understand her family background. She should soon know what her situation is now and how tight she is.
If this gift-giving matter is mentioned directly to Cheng Lang, he will definitely take care of it for her. However, according to his generous hand, it is obviously not something she can afford now. When the time comes, his family will know-wool out On the sheep, the little girl even gave the gift money from her son!
What a rude!
It would be better for her to spend her own money, and would rather be cold. Anyway, from the perspective of the Cheng family, it was impossible to be surprised by any gift. She picked it out and bought it herself, at least it was her heart.
She has no family to teach these things, so she has to pay more attention. She didn't want to make people feel that "sure enough, the family is down and the education can't keep up."
Xu Qiao lay on the sofa and slid the phone screen with a sad face, until the time for a facial mask passed without making up his mind.
She took off the mask and threw it into the trash can, doing a facial lifting massage with one hand, and continuing to check the information with the other, when she suddenly heard Cheng Lang's bedroom door open with a click.
She was taken aback and turned off the search page in a hurry. As a result, the phone slid out of her hand with one click, and hit the place where she just showed off the data.
Xu Qiao screamed, and the whole person curled up like a shrimp.
Cheng Lang quickly stepped forward in a daze: "Where did you drop it?"
Xu Qiao had difficulty breathing with pain, and she was unable to speak.
Cheng Lang moved his gaze down, and at a glance, he saw the unobstructed sharpness of the bathrobe that she had opened. He wanted to raise his hand to rub her, and then he stopped stiffly.
He put aside his eyes, took the person into his arms, put her back against him, thought for a while, took her hand and rubbed it.
Xu Qiao's eyes pretended to be a Venus, and he didn't know the whole world until he moved well for a while before feeling the pain pass before realizing what it was like.
Shocking thunder blasted from her head, suddenly raised her right hand, pressed the back of his hand, and looked back at him in astonishment.
Under Cheng Lang's palm was her left hand, but there was not much feeling.
And her hand was smaller than his. After covering it, occasionally, his leaked fingertips accidentally rubbed somewhere.
Before she could react, his fire was already burning.
Cheng Lang stopped and looked down at her.
It may be too painful. There were tears in her eyes, and the water was shining, as if full of affection.
When he spoke again, his voice was duller than he thought: "Does it still hurt?"
Xu Qiao hurriedly put aside her eyes: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, you quickly remove it..."
"Then don't press me." Cheng Lang whispered in her ear.
As if touching a hot potato, Xu Qiao quickly let go and sat upright and left him.
"Wait," Cheng Lang put the person back in his arms again, lowered his head to cover her dress, "the clothes are closed."
Xu Qiao stood still and became a sculpture.
Cheng Lang's movements were very slow, too slow. She could even feel that the plackets on both sides were moving toward the center inch by inch, and he hadn't looked away during the whole process.
A string was tensed in Xu Qiao's head, trying to calm his crazy heartbeat, and he breathed a sigh of relief when his clothes were completely closed, but he was hugged on his leg in the next instant.
Xu Qiao sat sideways on his lap, looking at him unclearly.
Cheng Lang lowered his head and answered her with practical actions, what he wanted to do.
After many days, she was kissed by him again.
This time it was a little different. He seemed to finally give up patience after a long patience, so he seemed a little urgent. Before Xu Qiao could react, he pried her teeth open easily.
Xu Qiao closed her eyes subconsciously.
After all, the last time came to an abrupt end. Even in the second attempt, she didn't think she was so familiar with the road. She couldn't help making a sound when he was attacking the city, but this time, her voice was swallowed by him.
Cheng Lang's illness quickly broke out. His bones were trembling, and his pores were sweating, but he ignored the back of her neck and explored her lips and teeth intuitively.
The fanatical dampness was confusing, and Xu Qiao gradually couldn't breathe. She put her fingers on his shoulders softly, and gently shoved a few times.
Cheng Lang finally let go of her, in fact, he was also relieved.
The two started to move left and right, and panting sounds one after another in the quiet room.
After a long while, Xu Qiao finally calmed down, but when he heard that Cheng Lang's aura was still turbulent and heavy, she looked at him suspiciously.
However, as soon as her gaze fell on his sweaty face, he was blindfolded.
"Baby, close your eyes and do it again." He coaxed her with his heartfelt words and told her not to look at him.