Chapter 65:

Cheng Lang's five fingers pressed so hard that the joints turned white, and he picked up the collar, and slammed the person up against the glass wine cabinet.
With a muffled "bang", guests from all sides screamed and dodged.
Seeing that something would happen if this went on, Jiang Fang stopped Cheng Lang in a drag, gritted his teeth and reminded him in a low voice, "Are you going to kill you!"
Xu Qiao also recovered from the dumbfounded eyes. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she remembered one thing-Cheng Lang could not touch a woman.
She turned her head to observe his state and found that his arm being pulled by Jiang Fang was trembling slightly, and his face was gradually pale.
"What's the matter, you?" After Jiang Fang panted away from Cheng Lang, he asked what he was doing.
This question made Xu Qiao realize that Jiang Fang didn't seem to know Cheng Lang's hidden illness. Otherwise, his first reaction should be to pull Cheng Lang away from the scene to prevent his abnormality from being discovered.
The scene was chaotic and disorderly, waiters came to the rescue, and onlookers pointed and even picked up mobile phones to shoot videos.
There was a mess in Xu Qiao's mind, and many thoughts flashed through at the same time. For example, if Cheng Lang’s hidden illness was exposed to the public, how bad would it affect him? If the video news of Cheng Lang's violence in public was spread, What bad consequences would it cause to the Cheng family and even Lan Chen.
In any case, the top priority is to take Cheng Lang away.
Seeing that the sweat on his forehead became denser and denser, Xu Qiao stepped forward and took his arm: "You come with me!" Then she turned her head and asked Jiang Fang, "Help me clean up the mess!"
Xu Qiao helped Cheng Lang walk towards the bathroom nearby, stopped in front of the sink, and distracted the waiter.
Cheng Lang rested his hands on the edge of the washstand and breathed calmly without saying a word.
Xu Qiao raised his hand, and paused when he was about to take a photo of his back, thinking it would not aggravate his condition, she stood by and dared not move him, so she took a towel from the sterilizer and handed it to him.
Cheng Lang took the warm towel, his face slowly recovered blood, and looked at her: "I'm sorry."
"Come on, you should take care of yourself first." Xu Qiao was a little bored, looking at him with a tangled expression, "That woman didn't do anything to me, how do you...how do you end up making such a big mess?"
"Don't worry, someone will take care of the aftermath." Cheng Lang smiled at her, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, raised his chin, "I will go out and explain the details to you."
At this point, I really need to listen to his explanation.
Xu Qiao nodded dullly and walked out with him.
At the restaurant at the same moment, Assistant Cheng, who came from the parking lot the first time, quickly communicated with the person in charge of the restaurant. The waiters comforted the surrounding guests and cleared the scene aside, and dealt with the aftermath according to the intentions of the Cheng family.
Zhu Li and Yu Jin looked at the woman who was curled up on the ground and couldn't get up, hissing inhaling, no one helped.
Jiang Fang actually didn't want to help either. With Cheng Lang's demeanor and education, if he hadn't really stepped on his minefield, could he move this hand?
Then this must be a wicked woman!
But someone is a woman anyway?
Jiang Fang sighed, glanced at the ground with a headache, stepped forward to put a person's arm, picked her up, and dealt with it insincerely, "Is it all right?"
The other party hadn't answered yet, an embarrassing sound of fabric tearing suddenly sounded: "Chi--"
Several people were stunned, looking at the sound.
"Ah-!" Zhu Li and Yu Jin both covered their eyes.
"Fuck!" Jiang let go and shook his hand, and threw the person back to the ground in shock.
At the same time, Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang walked back and forth across the corner.
Xu Qiaogang saw this scene in astonishment, and was blindfolded by Cheng Lang in his arms.
It was pitch black before her eyes, her eyelashes trembling quickly, recalling the scene she had just witnessed.
After the woman fell to the ground, the corner of her skirt seemed to be hooked by the crack in the glass wine cabinet door. Jiang Fang was not impatient when picking up people, and the force made it straight and crisp, causing the entire skirt to be torn off and then the bottoming socks were exposed.
And the crotch of the bottoming socks is a big bag...what is it for men...?
Is that a woman with a handle?
No, how could a woman bring it?
Is this a man with a handle?
However, the man always brought it.
So he is a man at all?
It is Xu Qiao who admits to have seen the world, and has never seen such a "big" world.
She leaned in Cheng Lang's arms passively and dullly, taking a breath.
Cheng Lang lowered her head, stroked her back, repeating in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay..."
On the other side, Jiang Fang jumped violently, watching the man pick up the fragments of the skirt, limping and fleeing.
Zhu Li and Yu Jin touched the goose bumps on their arms.
Jiang Fang kept pacing on the spot, exploding with "fuck, fucking" foul language to calm his inner shock.
"President Lang, she, isn't he, he?" Jiang Fang walked over to express incoherent questions.
Cheng Lang gave Jiang Fang an "um" to confirm what he meant, then let go of Xu Qiao who was still in shock, and took her hand out and walked out: "I will take her out first, and you can look after her friend."
"Oh, yes, don't worry." Jiang Fang nodded, watching Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao leave.

Xu Qiao absently sat in the back seat of the car with Cheng Lang, and the shocking scene just now lingered in her mind. Along with this scene, there are many questions about Cheng Lang and the woman...no, the man.
No wonder Cheng Lang told her at noon today that he hadn't explained the whole story and hoped that she would give him some time.
At the time, she thought he was going to make up stories sweetly, but she didn't expect that there was a lot of history hidden here.
Cheng Lang didn't let the driver start the car and told people to get off first.
When there were only two people left in the car, he reached out and probed the back of Xu Qiao's cold hand, frowning: "Are you scared?"
"It's kind of..." Xu Qiao twitched her mouth, "What's the matter?"
Cheng Lang was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "That was a transvestite patient. He had some hormonal diseases. The secondary sexual characteristics were not obvious, and his laryngeal knots, voice, and other aspects lacked male characteristics. It may be because of this. After adolescence was ridiculed by others for a long time, which caused a certain degree of psychological distortion, he later deliberately took estrogen drugs to impersonate women."
"So you guys have known each other a long time ago?"
"Yes, but I didn't know this when I first met. It was after my accident that my family investigated him and learned about his illness."
"Something happened..." Xu Qiao's hands were tightly twisted together.
"He used to approach me as a female back then," Cheng Lang said and paused here, "I had a good impression of him, as for the reason..."
He seems to have trouble thinking back: "Objectively speaking, his female appearance does conform to the aesthetics of many men, and perhaps men understand men better, and he is also good at opportunistically winning men's favor in words." He sighed. I smiled and said, "I have a strict family education since I was a child. Grandpa did not allow me to fall in love before going to college. I was afraid that I was born with the wind and the wind and the rain and the rain. I would lose my ambition when I was exposed to these things. The doorway of the relationship between men and women, at first did not notice those doubts."
Xu Qiao listened to his narration almost fearfully. Although this is the distant "past tense", she still feels that her heart is hanging in her throat and cannot come down.
"In order to hide his gender, he has always maintained a detached attitude with me. I was asked to be a gentleman since I was a child. Of course, I didn't take the initiative to make physical contact with him. So after a few times, my friend saw me overly observing etiquette and being blind to me. I was at a party. Booing up, pushed him onto me."
Xu Qiao suffocated the air-conditioning.
Her nails reached the seat and made a strange noise. Cheng Lang in turn smiled as if comforting her: "Nothing serious."
Then he condensed the narrative: "Because of this sudden contact, I discovered his gender. This is the turning point of my illness. In fact, there are many victims like me, but it seems that I am the only one who has become like this. The psychologist analyzed, This has a lot to do with my character and experience."
This matter may not cause such a big shadow on ordinary people, but the formation of mental illness involves many factors.
During his adolescence, Cheng Lang was severely restrained by his elders in the relationship between the sexes. He was too closed in this regard. In addition, he had never suffered a blow from his childhood, and his personality was exceptionally strong and good face. So this matter became subconsciously. Major frustration experience.
At that party, he even had nothing to do to the end.
In fact, even if he said it to anyone at that time, it would not become a cause of illness.
But he never mentioned it, and after the incident, because he was in the same school, he still bowed his head and didn't see him. The presence of the other party always reminded him of this encounter, and this crux was naturally insoluble.
"I'm sorry, I haven't told you about it because I can't say it." Cheng Lang solemnly said to Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao lowered her head and looked at the toe of the shoe silently. Her nose was a bit sore. After a while she calmed down and nodded slowly. Then she asked as if thinking of something: "Will he still harass you later?"
"No." Cheng Lang explained, "After my parents learned of my condition, they transferred him from the school through some means and asked him to go to another country as an exchange student. He never returned to London until I graduated. I ran into him at school a few days. It was the first time he appeared in front of me after I was diagnosed."
"Then in the restaurant just now, what did he want to do? Did he follow me?"
"No, it's me who can follow you." Cheng Lang smiled.
"..." Still face said. Xu Qiao glanced at him.
"I wanted to see if your dinner was good or not. I found him after following. He probably came in when he was passing by and saw you temporarily. There should be no special purpose, just to respond to us. My parents forced him He sent him abroad, and there was some resentment in his heart. But don't worry, this is the only time he has disturbed you, and I will send someone to look after him in the future."
"Can't he be sent to a mental hospital? This kind of person has endangered society!" Xu Qiao was so angry that his chest fell.
"It didn't meet this standard, and most of the victims were as reluctant as I was to make a big deal. After all, if this kind of thing makes a big mess, it kills the enemy and hurts 800."
Xu Qiao was depressed for a while, and sighed heavily. If it weren't for the current relationship with Cheng Lang, she would have to grind her teeth and cry out in front of him.
"But..." Cheng Lang turned around and looked at her, "Actually I am a little grateful to him now."
Xu Qiao was taken aback.
"If it weren't for him, I might not have met you at such a moment. I don't think it's a loss." Cheng Lang nodded with a smile to himself, and repeated, "Think about it carefully, it's really not a loss."
Xu Qiao didn't know what kind of calculation he was able to compare with her after so many years of painful torture and come to a conclusion of "really no loss".
The atmosphere in the car has become a bit ambiguous from the business-style explanation.
Xu Qiao gradually felt like sitting on pins and needles: "I...what, Zhu Li and Yu Jin are still waiting for me, I'm going to find them to make peace."
Cheng Lang grabbed her wrist: "Wait for me to finish speaking?"
She looked at him stiffly: "You have finished explaining..."
Cheng Lang shook his head: "You asked me yesterday why you still didn't confess to you after confirming your intentions. These explanations only answered this question. But I haven't answered your other question."
Xu Qiao's movements stopped and her brows frowned slightly.
"You ask me, you can't tell when you are from, and you think you are more important than treating the disease." Cheng Lang withdrew his hand. "I haven't considered this issue before. I thought about it for a long time after I went back yesterday. I think there should be an answer."
Xu Qiao secretly took a breath without interrupting him.
Cheng Lang continued: "The answer is, I really don't know when it is."
"..." Are you in the water word count now?
Xu Qiao raised his hand to pull the car door.
Cheng Lang smiled and stopped: "Listen to me."
Xu Qiao sat back patiently, with a fart expression on her face.
"I can't tell the point, but I recall some details." Cheng Lang recalled, "For example, the first time I saw you dozing off at a toll booth, I thought you were cute."
Xu Qiao touched her nose and glanced at him, showing less impatience on her face.
"Although later because of my illness, I considered that you were not suitable for me, but I never felt that your character itself was bad. Especially when I saw you slap Ms. Zhao in the National Exhibition Center, now I look back and think about my attitude towards this matter. Instead, it should be appreciation."
"Do you admire me as a bitch?" Xu Qiao was stunned.
"It's not what I mean," Cheng Lang laughed. "I appreciate that a girl can have such a decisive style. It's probably like admiring those subordinates with strong executive power in my career. Of course, I was avoiding you at the time, so the subconscious mind is the same. After avoiding this kind of appreciation, there were many things like that. I only realized this yesterday."
Xu Qiao blinked, barely satisfied with the answer.
"Also I haven't mentioned it to you. Before, during your menstrual period, you left blood stains in the back seat of my car. After I found out, I knew that I was wrong on you. It turned out that you didn't mean to hug me in Xijiang Mansion that day."
"Then you don't come to apologize to me!" Xu Qiao raised her voice in a loud voice.
"Sorry, I thought I could use other methods to make up for you, such as clearing Fan Cui's counter."
Xu Qiao was taken aback: "So this thing was really done for me?"
She thought she was passionate and rewarded him with a glass of salt water.
"The cause is you. Incidentally, I also played a role in the group, but I didn't want to admit it at the time, nor did I and myself."
"Wow," Xu Qiao looked at him with emotion, "Your face is more expensive than gold!"
"It used to be," Cheng Lang nodded, "So I don't need anything today."
Xu Qiao was startled slightly, and clasped the seat with both hands.
"I did not do well in the past. Many times I refuse to admit it, so I often use the excuse of'cure' to convince myself to treat you well. Because of this, I can't sort out the node you want to know. But I have to say From when and when I feel good about you, all the details I recall seem to prove that if this question must have an answer, it should be-the first moment, the first moment."
When he said this, his eyes were as bright as falling stars.
Xu Qiao's heartbeat vaguely missed a beat.
"After that, although rationally rejecting you and alienating you, I must admit that my goodwill for you has not decreased but increased." Cheng Lang silently turned sideways and looked at her carefully.
"The words and things I said to you tonight are already completely honest with me."
He took off the mask, removed the armor, gave up all the frames, and admitted all his heartbeats.
"I don't know if you will forgive me like this, and I don't know if you will accept me again, and I don't insist on getting your answer right away. I think you may need time to sort it out carefully." Cheng Lang smiled Look at her, suppress the urge to hug her, retreat to where the ex-boyfriend should be, "You can think about it slowly, when you want to come back, come back, okay?"