Chapter 48:

Xu Qiao lost his mobility in the huge shock and stood motionless by the door. After passing by for a while, he blinked his dizzying eyes vigorously, and walked in slowly with such a trace of uncertainty.
As if traveling through time and space, she walked step by step through familiar wardrobes, shoe racks, cabinets, and jewelry tables in the radiant brilliance of her eyes, and witnessed her favorite clothes and jewelry all quietly placed in the same place-like she Never lost.
She closed her eyes as if she was afraid of being a dream, surrounded by these jewels, and then opened them gently.
Then she saw a white shirt and black trousers man walking towards her stepping on the light and shadow.
"Not a dream." Cheng Lang smiled and stood before her.
Xu Qiao looked up at him, and gradually regained his thinking ability.
She faintly remembered that on the day she was deceived by Cheng Lang to return to China, she saw rumors in her Moments that her villa in Xijiang Mansion and all the luxury items would be subject to forced auction.
She was very sad at the time and asked him "Is it true what was said in the circle of friends", but when he finished speaking, she felt embarrassed and regretted. When Cheng Lang asked "what circle of friends", she casually replied "This It may snow heavily in a few days."
So the topic ended.
She thought it was over.
Xu Qiao covered her mouth.
No wonder, every piece of clothing that Cheng Lang gave her is incredibly accurate in size.
It turns out that this incredible is not his talent, but his foreshadowing for her in advance.
Who dares to say that this is not a dream.
This was given by Cheng Lang, a dream without waking up.
Xu Qiao blinked, teardrops falling down like a broken thread: "Why are you like this..."
Cheng Lang's eyes smiled.
In fact, he didn't want to bring her here so early.
He is a patient man. The more you want, the more patient. This kind of patience is not because he doesn't care about the result, but on the contrary, it stems from his inevitability.
Because it was inevitable, he didn't like to build a tall building that would collapse easily. No matter how glamorous the surface of such a tall building is, it makes no sense.
So he will carefully survey the terrain before starting the construction and slowly build the foundation.
In his original plan, tonight is not the best time to attack Xu Qiao.
On the one hand, he felt that Xu Qiao was still in a bad light for him; on the other hand, in the field of love, it would be harmless to show favors and small profits, but it was not a long-term solution.
It can be planned that accidents will inevitably occur. For example, he didn't expect that he would lose his temper when he saw Xu Qiaocuu whispering in Song Mian's ear.
Then be despicable.
He looked at the person in front of him, bent slightly, and asked her, "What makes me like this person? How am I?"
Xu Qiao was so panicked that the distance between the two of them was suddenly pulled closer, she took a step back, wiped her tears, and avoided his gaze: "You..."
There was a voice in her heart answering her, saying, "Which girl are you able to withstand this way?" But she was fighting back and forth again. She stammered for a while and replied with confidence: "You won't tell me earlier I have kept my darlings in dust here for so long!"
Cheng Lang turned her head and followed her avoiding direction like feeding her grapes, forcing her to face herself: "So you cry, is it because you are angry with me?"
How is that possible!
Xu Qiao can't be so "nonsense" when he talks about duplicity.
She lowered her eyes and said vaguely: "I don't know!"
"Then I change the question." Cheng Lang nodded, "Why are you staying tonight?"
"I...you were injured for me, of course I have to be responsible to you!"
"So," Cheng Lang was puzzled, "you knew from the very beginning that I was pretending, and that I was trying to repay my gratitude, but instead of breaking through me, you changed the way to follow me. Is it just because of responsibility? , For someone else, for example, it’s Teacher Fei who was injured for you today. It’s Special Assistant Gao. You can also make concessions to them again and again like this?"
How is that possible!
Xu Qiao still cannot be so "nonsense".
"You are so annoying!" She stomped her feet irritably and turned her back. "I don't know, I don't know!"
Cheng Lang laughed, walked around her again, returned to his normal color, and after taking a deep breath, he stretched out his left hand and gently stroked her cheek.
Xu Qiao was scorched by the temperature of his palm, and raised her head in a daze, suffocating for a moment that she couldn't remember to avoid it.
He slowly lowered his head, his forehead almost leaning against her forehead: "Okay, I won't ask." He tried his best to restrain his pathological tremor, rubbing her cheek with his thumb, his voice was as soft as a whisper. You don’t know, I already know."
There seemed to be a group of golden fireworks exploded in Xu Qiao's mind.
Seeing him getting closer and closer, her hands, her feet, and her body seemed to be soaked in a puddle of water, so soft that they could not stop shouting.
Fortunately, Cheng Lang slammed the brakes at the moment he was about to kiss her lips, and stood still as if his throat was strangled by something.
Xu Qiao came back to his senses, and violently backed away, rushing out of the cloakroom, panting with her back against the door panel, covering her heart.
In the cloakroom, Cheng Lang adjusted his rapid breathing and uneven heart rate, raised his hand to stroke his sweaty forehead, and sighed.
Still one step away.
Now he really needs to take a bath.

If Cheng Lang was not an injury tonight, Xu Qiao would definitely turn around and leave the mansion directly.
But she couldn't make it. She could only hide in the bathroom on the first floor and take a full hour bath to restore the cool girl's calmness. Then she tiptoed upstairs and fumbled to Cheng Lang's bedroom according to the direction of the light. Cover the door.
In the next second, a male voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Look for me?"
Ah, isn't it because I'm looking for the special help of Teacher Fei?
Xu Qiao patted his frightened chest. When she turned around and saw him, the washing of the bath water for an entire hour was lost, and the scene of the two nearly kissing just appeared in her mind.
She tried to make herself forget that the person in a dark blue nightgown in front of her was Cheng Lang. After all, she had never seen him in such a attire. She calmly said, "Yes."
"What are you doing?" With a glass of water in his hand, Cheng Lang walked over with a okay smile.
Why is this dog man so calm? Was it her dream just now?
Xu Qiao avoided the corner and pressed her back against the stair railing.
Cheng Lang stopped and waved to her: "I'll just stand here, don't lean against the railing, it's dangerous."
"Oh..." Xu Qiao took the first two steps, "Well, Dr. Song said to take your temperature every three or four hours, but my mobile phone is in the studio. I want to ask if you have an alarm clock..."
Cheng Lang took a sip of water, walked into the bedroom, put down the glass, took an electronic clock from the bedside table, operated the touch screen with one hand, and asked her: "Fold it, ring every three and a half hours?"
She nodded.
Cheng Lang pressed the screen a few times and handed her the electronic clock: "It's set."
Xu Qiao took it and held it in her arms: "Then you can rest, and I will go to bed first, and I will take your temperature at some point."
Cheng Lang nodded, but he didn't move.
To be precise, he just stared at her without moving his eyes.
Xu Qiao held up the electronic clock a little bit, and asked hardly: "Why? Is there something else?"
Cheng Lang glanced at the obvious outer dress on her body and seemed to be thinking about the words: "Did you not find... pajamas and underwear?"
"..." It's not that Xu Qiao didn't find these two things, but didn't find them at all, and put on the old ones.
She was full of horror: "Isn't the auction even let go of this kind of thing? I passed it through!"
"No," Cheng Lang laughed, "I prepared the new one. Anyway, a cloakroom has been made available for you. I think those small and fragmentary cabinets are a bit empty, so I just prepared them all."
Xu Qiao was even more frightened: "You, you, you!"
"It's just prepared, I haven't taken it apart, you can check the seal." Cheng Lang glanced downstairs, "Shall I find it for you?"
"I'll find it myself!" She flew and pushed him into the room.

Xu Qiao found new pajamas and underwear in the cloakroom.
Fortunately, Cheng Lang is not a pervert, all he prepares is ordinary basic models.
She changed into a comfortable outfit, silently went to the guest room on the second floor to sleep, and deliberately put the electronic clock beside her pillow, but she did not expect that when she opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright.
She looked at the morning light through the veil in a daze, confirmed where she was, and scrambled to get up.
Oops, is she really a pig? The alarm clock can't wake her up so close!
Cheng Lang shouldn't burn to death!
Xu Qiao rushed to Cheng Lang's bedroom and saw the half-open door. He was standing in front of the bed in disheveled clothes and was about to brake, but he was helpless to run too fast. The inertia was too great. Cheng Lang's floor It seemed that he had just been waxed and his feet slipped. Instead of stopping the car, he went straight into the door like a cannonball and fired forward, shooting him in his arms.
"..." Xu Qiao felt a pectoral muscle against his head.
Cheng Lang was unable to hold her firmly in time because of limited one-handed movement. He maintained a posture of half-supported without supporting, and suppressed the slight discomfort, and looked down at her: "Early in the morning, so passionate?"
Xu Qiao raised her head, a large bare chest dangled in front of her eyes, and her pupils shrank and quickly turned around: "Are you okay?"
"What can I do?"
"I didn't wake up last night to take your temperature..."
Cheng Lang smiled.
Xu Qiao heard what was happening from this smile, and turned her head back to question: "You are..." Halfway through, she covered her eyes, "You didn't set an alarm clock for me!"
"Well," Cheng Lang admitted, struggling with the shirt buttons with one hand, "Do you really think I'm willing to give me a vigil?"
Xu Qiao was stagnant, his heart beat a drum, and the feeling of interrogation was weakened. He kept covering his eyes and muttered: "But I stayed here to take your temperature. You are like me. It's useless..."
"Do you want something useful?"
"Yup."
"Then take your hand away and tie my shirt button?"
Xu Qiao covered her eyes and said, "I just saw that you have already tied two of them!"
"But very tired."
Xu Qiao hesitated and put her hand down, cleared her throat, looked directly at the scenery in his shirt, and swallowed.
Cheng Lang didn't urge him, and stood open.
She walked forward slowly, watched her nose and nose, and buttoned him with her heart, while chattering to cover up her nervousness: "It seems that the weather is pretty good today. There will be such a big sun early in the morning. What? Are you going to work if you are injured?"
Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and saw her slender, white and tender fingers wiping across his chest dexterously, and his Adam's apple rolled lightly before he replied, "We have to go, there is an M&A case to be discussed this morning."
"Then go home and rest..." Xu Qiao bent down, buckled it to the bottom, saw the tie at hand, and sent the Buddha to Xidi to hold it in her hand, and then stood on tiptoe.
Cheng Lang lowered her head slightly to facilitate her movement: "Do you want me to go home soon?"
"..." This said, as if she would wait for him here, "I am going to the studio today!"
"Then you will miss me in the studio..."
Xu Qiao's tie made a sudden stop.
"Did you go home early?" Cheng Lang continued.
Speaking panting, choking to death is not worthy of life!
Xu Qiao tightened her tie fiercely.
Cheng Lang gave a light cough, and patiently loosened his shirt: "What do you do?"
"Murder..."
Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes and looked down at her.
"Boss." Xu Qiao finished with a smile.

A stick and a stick of joy lingered around Xu Qiao, until Cheng Lang sent her to the studio door, she stopped laughing, told him seriously, let him get off work immediately after finishing the morning merger, and do all the miscellaneous things. Give it to Gao Rui.
Only when Cheng Lang responded personally, she was satisfied to get off the train and go upstairs.
However, this kind of satisfaction that seemed to be superior to Cheng Lang, watching him obediently listen to his own words, was consumed a little bit in the next half of the day.
When Rosa asked her why the drawing was not in the state today, when Su Shan asked her why she was absent from eating, when Lin Bai asked her what happened to Cheng Lang’s injury, and she said as if she finally found a reason "I don't know, let me ask." When she turned her head and picked up the phone-she felt that she was too useless.
She, Xu Qiao, a career-oriented woman who is about to rise to the top, is actually distracted by a man during working hours?
Cheng Lang is simply her class enemy!
She's not cool at all!
At two o'clock in the afternoon, she dialed his phone with a sigh, and planned to say "Everyone in the studio will send me as a representative to ask about your current health" as soon as she connected, but unexpectedly, Cheng Lang did not give her a chance to connect.
After making two consecutive calls, no one answered. She was a little flustered, turned out Gao Rui's phone and dialed.
Gao Rui was quite reliable, he was connected quickly, and continued the confidential work rigorously, calling her: "Miss Yu?"
"Where is Cheng Lang?" Xu Qiao asked, "has he gone home?"
"Ah, Xiaocheng is still in a company meeting, it's only two o'clock..."
"What does it mean that it's only two o'clock?" Xu Qiao stood up with a "wow", "It's two o'clock! He always promised me to leave work at noon, and I am still in meetings at this point? Why is international conference so important, he Do you want his hand?"
"Uh, this, he didn't mention it..." Gao Rui said halfway, shut his mouth and changed his words, "Oh no, he mentioned that he should leave early today. Thousands of warnings told me, but I forgot it and gave him a row. This meeting, I am so damn..."
"Come on, you don't need to cover him." Xu Qiao interrupted him, muttered, "He turned back, then I don't care about him." He hung up the phone.
Gao Ruihan grabbed the phone in a nervous manner and slapped himself lightly.
Oh, I knew how good it would be to say that the boss went home for a nap!
He turned his head and glanced at the conference room. At a glance, he saw that Cheng Zong, the big and small, were fighting on business. It was not easy to go in and report to Cheng Lang that there was a fire in the backyard, so he could only wait outside.
The fighting between the two brothers in the conference room lasted for a long time, and it finally ended at 3:30.
When Cheng Lang walked out of the meeting room, Gao Rui greeted him in relief, and said anxiously as he walked: "Mr. Cheng, it's not good..."
At the same time, the secretary hurriedly greeted by the president's office also walked and said, "Got help, it's not good!"
The two "not good" sounds overlapped, and those who didn't know thought that Master had been taken away by the monster again.
Gao Rui and Cheng Lang stopped together.
The secretary only noticed Cheng Lang, and immediately lowered his head, expressing apologies for grabbing words for himself.
Cheng Lang raised his hand, indicating that it was okay, let him speak first.
The secretary came up and attached it to Gao Rui's ear: "Help Gao, there is a lady who has not made an appointment looking for you at the front desk. She dressed up and refused to give her name, saying that her relationship with you does not require an appointment... …Did you provoke something..."
Love debt?
Gao Rui was taken aback: "Huh?"
Cheng Lang's ears were clear and clear, and he glanced at him: "Special help, don't bring personal relationship problems to the group. Go downstairs and deal with it quickly. Don't make a big noise."
"No, where is the problem with my feelings?" Gao Rui rubbed the back of his head in confusion, and asked the secretary, "Are you sure you are looking for me?"
"It's true, oh, the other party said, if you don't believe it, you can show you this memo." The secretary handed a piece of paper to him.
On the yellow sticky note, a frying feather is drawn roughly and directly.
"..." Gao Rui slowly turned his head to Cheng Lang, handed him the note, and smiled, "Mr. Cheng, do you want to bring this personal relationship issue to the group?"