Chapter 33:

The reason why Xu Qiao is so excited tonight is that besides the stimulating effect of alcohol, there is another reason-although the decoration of this apartment looks formulaic, Xu Qianjin, who has always known how to enjoy life, has discovered a unique way of life.
For example, in the bathroom she is now in, the brightness of the four wall lights can be adjusted. If the wall lights are adjusted to the darkest level and the spotlight above the bathtub is lit, the effect of a high-light stage can be created.
A single bath song cycled seven or eight times, Xu Qiao sang thirsty, rested her throat, raised the goblet, drank two glasses of wine one red and one white one after another, and put the wine glass in a drunken manner. On the edge of the bathtub, he straightened up, leaned one shoulder forward, squinted a Marilyn Monroe style, and threw a wink toward the misty mirror in the bathroom.
"The magic mirror tells me, who is the most beautiful woman in this world?"
After asking, he turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the foamy pool, picked up a handful of red rose petals, and changed his tone and tone: "Of course it is you, noble princess Alice."
Xu Qiao lowered his head contentedly, and admired herself for a moment in the bright light, with a feeling of regret that "I don't know who is honoured to see such a beautiful scenery", and raised the rose petals in his palms upwards.
With a clear "pop", the goblet on the edge of the bathtub was knocked off by her arm and fell straight to pieces.
Xu Qiao was taken aback, before leaning over to see the tragic state of the wine glass, she suddenly heard a rush of footsteps. With the rain of roses above her head, the bathroom door was unscrewed with a click and someone eagerly broke in.
Xu Qiao raised her head, half-opened her mouth, silly.
Cheng Lang panted, and slammed his foot by the door
The bathtub, the foam, the roses, the beauty in the bathing water, the ecstasy from above gathers light.
Snowy white, bright red, dazzling waves.
If the frequency of human soul tremor can be accurately captured and calculated, a man's data at the moment should have approached the limit.
The rose that fell on Xu Qiao's shoulder was wobbly by the wind brought in by Cheng Lang, and after a shake, it silently slipped along her shoulder line.
Xu Qiao suddenly became sober, her eyes filled with steam from her drunkenness slowly finished focusing: "Ah--"
Cheng Lang turned his back quickly, and Xu Qiao also turned around at the same time. When he was hiding, he slipped and hit the tiled wall.
After a "bang" that was so heavy to an astonishing silence, she instantly curled up into a ball.
Cheng Lang turned his head in a shock, stepped forward and squatted down: "Where did you hit?"
Xu Qiao clasped her head tightly and bowed into a cooked shrimp with intermittent groans in her mouth.
Cheng Lang held the back of her head, opened her hand, and rubbed her forehead with his palm, "Is it here?"
Xu Qiao was so bumped that he couldn't find Bei, and his head was blank, forgetting the situation at hand. She shouted "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," and hid from his hand tearfully.
"Don't move, you have to knead it, or you will get bruises." Cheng Lang kept kneading his hands for a while and then realized what he realized. He hesitated to slow motion, staring blankly at the place where he was holding Xu Qiao's forehead. Hand.
The late suffocation and oppression followed, and he let her go uncontrollably, as if being scalded by fire.
Xu Qiao then came back to his senses, hurriedly picked up the bath towel hung on the wall and wrapped herself, panting and staring at him uncertainly.
Cheng Lang quickly got up before she exploded into a splendid group of fireworks, leaving his eyes aside: "You put on your clothes first." Then he hurried out of the bathroom and closed the door for her.
Xu Qiao's head dulled by alcohol finally found the precise shout at this moment: "Pervert! You are a pervert!"
Cheng Lang walked to the living room, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, bowed his back to support the edge of the dining table in the living room and breathed calmly. Before he completely withdrew from the sweating state, he saw Xu Qiao wrapped in the bath. Robe walked out angrily, holding an empty wolf-proof wine bottle in his hand.
He pulled the bow tie, barely breathed, and raised his hand to surrender: "Listen to my explanation."
Xu Qiao squeezed the wine bottle in her hand and raised her chin: "Okay, you said it." It's so obvious that if he makes a mistake, he will treat his head as a baseball in the next second.
"The driver said that you bought a lot of wine to go home. I don't worry. I called you. No one answered after a dozen calls, thinking you had something wrong."
"When I rushed over, I saw clothes scattered on the floor in the living room, and bottles of wine were everywhere. I was about to call you. I heard the sound of glass breaking in the bathroom, so I opened the door because I was in a hurry."
Xu Qiaohuang shook his head into the wine, holding his temples to think about the logic of the words.
"You can check the missed calls in your phone." Cheng Lang added.
"Wait." Xu Qiao put the bottle aside, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of clothes in the living room to find the phone.
Cheng Lang's gaze fell from the top of her bathrobe and then parted. He turned his head too far, pulling the bow tie looser, and rolling up and down.
Because Xu Qiao was not sober, it took two minutes for Xu Qiao to look away from the phone screen. Then, remembering something, she held the wine bottle again: "Wait, how did you come in?"
Cheng Lang choked, as if trying to drill into the thinking of a half-drunk woman: "The bathroom door is unlocked."
"Don't secretly change the concept!" Xu Qiao glared at him fiercely, "I said the door of the hallway!"
"It was opened with... the backup key."
"Didn't you say you don't have it there?" The wine bottle in Xu Qiao's hand was already ready to move.
"Yes, I really don't have one here," Cheng Lang nodded. "At Gao Rui, Gao Tezhu has the backup key."
How can he talk so well, why doesn't he make a cross talk debut?
Xu Qiao questioned: "Tell me, what is the essential difference between this key in his hand and yours?"
"Of course there is. Gao Tezhu is an adult with an independent personality. If his boss intends to break into a woman's house illegally, he will definitely stop it, unless it is a situation like today's urgency. "
Gao Rui, who had just arrived at the door, paused: Why didn’t I know that I still had an independent personality...
Gao Rui approached the door that Cheng Lang had forgotten to close, and leaned his head through the crack of the door. He saw his boss standing stiff with his hands raised and surrendering, while a trace of "Is it true" appeared on the face of Xu Qiao on the opposite side. Confused and perplexed.
Cheng Lang looked back, seemingly aware of it, and gave the sneaky Gao Rui a knife.
Gao Rui immediately shut the door tightly.
In the room, alcohol came late to perform its due role.
Xu Qiao couldn't think about it anymore. She raised her hand and tapped her sore temples, twisting her face and said: "First let you go, and then I will scold you when I figure it out..."
Cheng Lang amusedly took away the wine bottle in Xu Qiao's hand, put it in a safe place, and carried his sweaty shirt on his back: "You go to the sofa to rest and let me use the bathroom."
Xu Qiao waved his hand in disgust, and slumped into the sofa tiredly. When there was a continuous sound of water from the bathroom, she suddenly thought of something and took a nervous breath.

A quarter of an hour later, when Cheng Lang came out, he saw Xu Qiao's face flushed a bit more than before.
She stared at him, with a little pride in discovering a secret, and an unusually drunk state, she put her arms around the pillow in her arms and said: "I can't tell, it turns out Xiao Cheng is always so fast..."
"..." Cheng Lang was silent for a moment before he understood what she meant, and looked at her incredulously, "Don't talk nonsense, you are drinking too much."
"I'm sober!" Xu Qiao pointed to the clock on the wall, "I figured it out, you only need five minutes!"
This is the brains of alcohol.
Cheng Lang tilted his head to confirm the time: "You are drunk, it's fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes is not too long, you are still very proud?"
"No, wait a minute," Cheng Lang felt that the wine he drank at the banquet tonight was also on his head, and he could still refute the wrong point. "The problem is that I don't have..."
"You have you! Do you dare to say you didn't feel at all just now?"
It feels the same thing, but it's not too unbearable to have to solve it with her through a door.
Cheng Lang just opened his mouth to explain, but Xu Qiao was already coldly humming and clutching his shirt, accusing him angrily: "I want to be a good one if I get a bargain!"
Drunk is great, you can say anything, and you can't get angry.
Cheng Lang took two deep breaths, gave up arguing with her, and asked, "Do you remember anything when you were drunk?"
"Huh?" Xu Qiao blinked, as if she didn't understand.
"I mean, can you remember our conversation the next day?"
"Probably, maybe, maybe?" Xu Qiao answered uncertainly, tilting his head.
"Then you won't remember it." Cheng Lang stepped forward, leaned down on the back of the sofa with his hands, and whispered in her ear, "I will let you know in the future."
Xu Qiao stared at him blankly, and made an unknown alcohol burp.

Whether it's fast or not, I should let you know in the future-at noon the next day, Xu Qiao woke up in a sleep, circling these words in his head.
What followed was the complete memory of Cheng Lang breaking in and finally he drove her back to the room to sleep.
Xu Qiao clasped her head with her hands, and said with a desperate look: "Oh my Jade Emperor Nanhai Guanyin Sakyamuni..."
What shame did she say!
Cheng Lang actually gave her a chat!
And, and...
What she didn't understand when she was half drunk and half awake last night became a heavy hammer hitting her ear at the moment, making her dizzy.
Fast or fast, fast or fast.
Let you know let you know let you know.
Xu Qiao pressed the thump faster and faster, as if to flutter her wings and fly away from the heart of her body.
Reason told her that this sentence has constituted verbal sexual harassment.
But this heartbeat just couldn't stop the car like when I heard 30 million exhaust gas at the Xinglin Bay toll station.
"Damn dog man! Go away and go away!" Xu Qiao picked up the pillow and hit the innocent wall.
As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.
The caller ID showed a landline number, and Xu Qiao vaguely remembered that this was the phone number of Cheng Lang's office.
She clutched her hot cheeks and shook her head desperately.
No, you can't pick it up, how embarrassing it is to pick it up!
When the ringing is full, the call hangs up automatically.
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard the second pass, the third pass...
On the fourth pass, she answered with tears without tears, and said a weak sentence: "Hello?"
"Are you awake?" Cheng Lang's voice sounded not at all false.
Perhaps it was because she took the initiative to light the fire before he sulked at her last night.
The crime is her.
"Yeah—" Xu Qiao guiltyly prolonged and answered him.
"Then get up and wash your face, go and drink the sober soup, and Aunt Zhou will warm it up and put it in the kitchen."
Why does this man speak so natural, when she is drunk and doesn't remember anything?
Yes, she just doesn't remember anything!
Xu Qiao cleared her throat and regained her aura: "Ah? How did you know that I had a drink last night?"