Chapter 72:

During dinner, Xu Qiao heard that a major event had happened to the Cheng family today.
Mrs. Cheng, who was far away in London, was very angry with yesterday's news events. Not only was Cheng Jun who provoked the incident, but he was also very dissatisfied with Cheng Lang's blatant tearing of his face.
But the old man is still reasonable. The two grandsons made the big mistake in "right and wrong" and the small mistake in "severity".
In the past six months, Cheng Lang first reversed the opinion of the board of directors against the wind, rejected the "Dream Island" project, and brought the group back to the right track, and then successfully acquired Longan, which contributed to the group. Compared with the credit, this incident has The negative impact is really only a drop in the bucket.
Therefore, Cheng Zongyue’s dissatisfaction with Cheng Lang was more of a meaning of "deep love and utmost responsibility". In the end, Cheng Lang took a copy of Lanchen Department Store’s reform plan and coaxed him out, but he secretly said a few words on the phone. .
But Cheng Jun was not so well.
Competing in the same business in the market is the law of survival of the natural selection of the fittest, but sibling walls and malicious infighting to destroy the city wall is a big taboo in business. In the past, Erfang was fighting for the family business with Dafang, and almost moved the foundation of Lan Chen. Grandpa Cheng hated this. The reason why he prefers Cheng Lang over the years also has the meaning of making up for Dafang. Now Erfang’s grandson is following the wrong mentality, of course he needs Disciplinary.
Therefore, Cheng Zongyue found a reason for listening to the glory, and "entrusted him with a heavy responsibility" to Cheng Jun, transferred him from China to explore overseas markets, and gave him a one-year deadline, saying that he was "quietly looking forward to good news."
It seemed that he had neither demoted nor reduced his salary. It did not seem to be a severe punishment, but Cheng Lang had lost half of the country after only half a year when he landed on Lan Chen. After one year has passed, when Cheng Jun returns to China, will he be able to hold that position? , Maybe it is unknown.
This may be big or small, but people in the circle have a keen sense of smell. As soon as the news spread, someone rushed to flatter Cheng Lang, the future heir.
Originally tonight, Jiang Fang and Shen Dang were going to hold Cheng Lang to hold a celebration banquet in private, but Cheng Lang temporarily received news from NSW, the United States, so they pushed the invitation and came back to accompany Xu Qiao in housekeeping.
Fortunately, the two of them used to be flying from all over the world. They still had their visas. They flew to New York overnight and then diverted to New Jersey by land.
When I arrived in New Jersey ten hours later, it was 10:30 in the evening local time.
Xu Qiao spent the whole night on the plane. She was half asleep and half awake because she was preoccupied with things in her heart. After landing, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids. She got into the car and relied on Cheng Lang to sleep until she was awakened by a bump. .
Cheng Lang guarded her head at the first moment when the wheel sank into a pothole. Seeing her open her sleepy eyes, he said in a low voice: "I woke you up."
Suddenly Xu Qiao had the illusion that she felt like a world away.
She remembered that a similar scene happened when she got on Chenglang's car for the first time at the Xinglin Bay toll station and heard such a sentence.
In fact, it was only half a year ago, but the ups and downs in her life during this half year made her feel that yesterday was far, far away.
Life will continue and it will get better tomorrow, but time will always only have one direction.
She will never be the daughter of Jinlu Jewelry again, and the Xu family will never have a family of four happily eating together at the same table, and there will be no false prosperity that she used to make concessions to maintain.
Xu Qiao pressed the sour corners of her eyes and murmured "What a broken road?", leaning on Cheng Lang for a while, she was gradually distracted by the scenery outside the window.
Before she fell asleep, there were row upon row of tall buildings outside the window, but now the road is going further and further, the surrounding buildings are lower and the lights are getting sparser.
Xu Qiao sat up straight and leaned toward the window, her heart cold.
Cheng Lang seemed to understand her thoughts, and said nothing, rubbing her cold hand in his palm.
The car continued to circulate for a while, the speed gradually slowed down, and then came to a halt. The driver turned around and said, "Mr. Cheng, it's not good to drive forward."
Xu Qiao looked up and saw a deep alley with a width of only one car. Because there were several motorcycles lying downside down, the car could not drive through.
Cheng Lang nodded and tilted his head and said: "It may be messy inside. You are waiting for me in the car."
"It's all here, let's go together." Xu Qiao glanced at the dark alley. "Have you taken a bodyguard?"
"In front of."
"What about it." Xu Qiao opened the car door.
In the late spring, the temperature in New Jersey was still below zero, and Xu Qiao was shivered by the cold wind and kicked.
Cheng Lang got out of the car and came over, gathered her scarf, put her hand in his coat pocket, and led her into it.
Although the alley is narrow, it is not empty and quiet. The entrance convenience store was dimly lit, and customers came in and out. Going further in, in a dark corner, I don't know who threw away the squeezed can, which caused a "bang" sound, followed by swear words, and several men gathered under the street lamp to smoke burst into laughter.
Two white women who were supporting each other fell to the ground and passed by, with vain steps, deep and shallow voices in high heels, and accidentally stepped on the tramp lying on the side of the road, and another sounded in the long alley.
Xu Qiao used to be a regular nightclub visitor. It wasn't that she had never seen such a scene, but after all, she was in a bustling city with orderly security.
In such a shabby and ruined place, I saw these tall black whites squatting in twos and threes, squatting and spitting out the fog, crushing the dying cigarette butts at random under their feet, and swearing in their mouths, saying that it is fake not to froze.
But this frustration is more for Xu Xun.
She couldn't imagine how Xu Xun could work in such a place.
He was once the proud man who grew up with a golden spoon just like Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang changed from holding Xu Qiao to walking with his arms around her shoulders, leading her to avoid the crowd.
Finally came to the end of the alley.
At the end of the bar sign, only the three letters "bar" remained, hanging crookedly by the door, and a gloomy red light leaked from the open door.
Six white men in suits and leather shoes walked through the alley next door, joined the two of them, opened the door for them, and told Cheng Lang in English that people were inside.
Cheng Lang led Xu Qiao in.
The smell of alcohol is mixed with the smell of cheap perfume. Xu Qiao felt her head dizzy and her temples aching.
She tried to shield the noisy voices and music, narrowed her eyes, and began to search for Xu Xun's figure in the intertwined light and shadow.
The bar is not big, and I looked around, and there were men and women mingled with each other on the stand and the booth, and didn't see anyone. Alice Cheng Xu Lang was about to go upstairs now, I suddenly heard coming from a corner: "! Yousonofbitch"
Then, the scolding man kicked something.
Only then did Xu Qiao see clearly that a teenager was squatting on the side of the coffee table who was picking up pieces of wine bottles.
Because of the foot in the middle of the ribs, the boy protected himself and propped his palm on the ground when he fell on his side, and a piece of broken glass was instantly stuck in his palm.
Xu Qiao shuddered and walked quickly over: "Xu Li!"
The six white bodyguards lined up on both sides and quickly cleared the way for Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang.
The boy who raised his elbow froze and turned his head.
Xu Qiao stepped forward and pulled Xu Xun's arm and inspected his bleeding tiger's mouth: "Does it hurt?" She turned her head and looked at Cheng Lang, "Give me your pocket square."
Cheng Lang pulled out the pocket square from his suit pocket, handed it to Xu Qiao, and then walked forward.
The bodyguards crowded up.
The man kicking was obviously taken aback by the battle.
Cheng Lang placed his watch, glanced at the opponent coldly, and said to the bodyguard in English: "Please send this gentleman to the police station."
The opposite person stood up fiercely, swearing in accented English: "I just kicked this little beast. Where are you from?" He stretched out his hand and shoved. .
Just as soon as he raised his hand, the bodyguard came up and twisted his wrist and flexed it slightly. At the same time, the other five pulled out the guns from his waist.
The man wailed pain, and beside him, several companions stood up and raised their hands to maintain a surrender posture, looking at Cheng Lang fearfully.
Cheng Lang glanced at the opposite side lightly, nodded to the bodyguard to signal to do something, turned around and walked out with Xu Qiao and Xu Yu.
Xu Qiao reluctantly wrapped Xu Lie's wound with a pocket square, and looked at him back and forth, as if checking whether he was injured elsewhere.
At this glance, he noticed that he was only wearing a thin black sweater on a cold day. There were many small red scratches on the exposed neck and collarbone, and there was also a small bruise on the corner of his mouth. This is just an exposed injury.
Xu Qiao's arms were shaking as she was holding Xu Xun because of her anger.
Xu Xun recovered, took two steps, stopped, gently took his arm away from her hand, his face had recovered from the trance, looked at her and said: "Why are you here?"
The words are interrogatives, but the tone is very indifferent.
"I'm not here to see you suffer here?" Xu Qiao raised his voice.
"I'm fine here."
Xu Qiao was grinned by him, and pointed to his still bleeding palm: "Very good?"
"It's just an accident."
Xu Qiao was too lazy to talk nonsense, and pulled him by his arm.
Xu Li's feet were nailed to the ground, motionless.
Cheng Lang gestured for two bodyguards and patted Xu Qiao on the shoulder: "You go outside with them and wait."
Xu Qiao looked at Cheng Lang and saw that he winked at her.
She secretly understood, and walked out with the bodyguard.
Cheng Lang looked down at Xu Xun: "It's too messy here, come out with me to treat the wound?"
Xu Xun said nothing, and walked back directly.
Cheng Lang raised his arm and stopped him, "Mr. Xu."
Xu Yu paused in his footsteps, seemingly surprised by this title.
"Last month, you were eighteen and you can be called'Mr. Xu'." Cheng Lang smiled at him, "Adults have the right to decide where they are going, and no one can force you to make choices and deal with it. A wound does not mean that your personal freedom has been taken away. What are you afraid of?"
Xu Xu did not speak.
"There are only me and your sister. We haven't contacted your mother or told your father about your current situation." Cheng Lang continued.
Xu Yu raised his eyes: "If you plan to take me back to China, I will not go with you."
Cheng Lang could understand Xu Xun's resolute attitude at the moment.
Like his sister, this young man was very proud of his temper, but his heart seemed hard but it was not.
For Xu Xun, when his mother was in trouble at home, he took away the last money. Whether he used the money or not, he owed his father and sister forever.
Therefore, he neither wants to be seen by Xu Qiao of his current downfall, nor does he want to be Xu Qiao's oil bottle.
"You can stick to your opinion, we will not force you." Cheng Lang nodded, "It's just that you are injured now and must be checked by a doctor. The things here are not clean. If you get infected, then you will really lose it. free."
Xu Yu was silent, and finally turned and walked outside the door.
Cheng Lang went back the same way with him. When he approached the entrance of the alley, he stopped and said, "There is a clinic just before turning right. I will pass by myself."
"Do you have any money?" Cheng Lang asked.
Xu Yu didn't say anything.
"If I give you the money now, you have to come to me again because you pay the money." Cheng Lang analyzed for him, "It's better to go to a nearby hotel with me first, and I will directly ask a private doctor to come. Doctors are billed on a monthly salary, and there is no need for additional money to deal with such injuries."
If it wasn't for the untimely mood and situation, Xu Xun might ask questions, did he walk away his sister like this step by step?
Xu Yu frowned and looked at Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang glanced at his thin sweater and asked, "Is it cold?"
Xu Xun probably thought that the prospective brother-in-law was going to take off his coat and put it on him. Just about to shake his head, he suddenly saw Cheng Lang pointing to the black car not far away.
He followed what he was expecting and saw Xu Qiao standing outside the car with arms folded, stomping on the spot, trembling, rubbing his hands, and constantly snorting from his mouth.
"You're not cold, your sister is cold." Cheng Lang said, "She heard about you and took a plane overnight for more than ten hours. She hasn't closed her eyes or eaten a few mouthfuls of food. She has low Blood sugar, you should know."
Xu Xun confronted him in silence for a moment, and finally when Xu Qiao sneezed, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the car.
Xu Qiao looked at the two people coming here and sent a "perfect" eye signal to Cheng Lang.
Kusuji is really a hundred-thinking lark, no wonder Cheng Lang made it so slippery before.

After taking Xu Xing to the hotel, the doctor also arrived.
Of course, Cheng Lang wouldn't even arrange private doctors everywhere in the United States. Such outpatient visits cost another price.
Perhaps Xu Xun also knew that he was coaxing himself, so he was sullen and said nothing.
It wasn't until I walked into the hotel suite and the doctor asked me to make the atmosphere less rigid.
Cheng Lang accompanied the doctor in the living room to bandage Xu Xun's wound. Xu Qiao called the hotel front desk to order a meal inside.
The wound was quickly dealt with and there was no major problem. When the doctor left, the hotel waiter just came over to deliver the meal.
Cheng Lang took advantage of the trend to keep people, and asked Xu Yu to accompany Xu Qiao to eat something before leaving.
The three of them sat down at the dining table in the living room.
Xu Xun remained silent, in a posture of refusing to talk, immersed himself in the spaghetti, probably because he wanted to finish eating quickly, and Cheng Lang would not have any excuses to keep someone.
When the face on his plate was about to bottom out, Cheng Lang picked up his phone and sent a message to Xu Qiao who was opposite: "Baby, can you buy me some time? I need to have a man-to-man conversation with your brother."
No one in this world can escape the mouth of the process.
Xu Qiao thought for a while, and sent him an "OK" emoticon. He raised his hand to take the saucer filled with tomato juice. When she got it, she loosened her hand and splashed the saucer and sauce on Xu Lun. Of the placket.
Xu Xun was taken aback by this unexpected surprise and raised his head.
"Oh!" Xu Qiao pulled the napkin in annoyance and wanted to wipe it for him. "My sister has made a low blood sugar and can't hold it steady!"
Xu Xun frowned and blocked her hand and took the tissue by herself.
Cheng Lang glanced at his embarrassed situation: "Go to the bathroom and wash."
"But he can't touch the water if his hand is injured!" Xu Qiao answered.
"I'll take him to deal with it." Cheng Lang got up, patted Xu Li on the shoulder, "Come on."
Xu Xun followed Cheng Lang into the bathroom, waited for him to close the door, and sighed, "Her acting skills are still so bad."