This Damned Sweetness

A quarter of an hour later, Cheng Lang flipped through a stack of project analysis reports in the office, and listened to Gao Rui crying at his desk.

"In the evening, Mr. Zhao from Fancui Jewelry called and said that he just learned that Ms. Zhao had annoyed you in the afternoon and wanted to take his daughter to the house to make amends for you. It seems that this is a trivial matter!" Gao Rui wiped the corners of his eyes, "You don't know how Miss Zhao treated Miss Xu before."

"Are you very free?" Cheng Lang raised his eyes and tapped his knuckles on the side ridge of the folder in his hand. "Don't care about the 400 billion project, study the little girl's play games."

Gao Rui choked: "Didn't you ask me to inquire this afternoon?"

"You also said it was afternoon." Cheng Lang lowered his head and turned over the two pages of the report, with such a sense of righteousness and ruthlessness.

"I know that Miss Xu's actions today violated your taboo, and that Mrs. Xu's attitude is really unpleasant, but..."

Cheng Lang closed the documents, pressed them on the table and handed them forward: "We may have enough fortune for Cheng Cheng, real money and fun for fun. Go and prepare, and I will dismiss this project at the seminar next week. "

Gao Rui looked at the three words "Dream Island" on the folder, his expression horrified.

As Lanchen’s comprehensive transformation and entry into the cultural market, Dream Island is a large-scale cultural tourism project that the group will focus on in its latest five-year plan.

According to Cheng Jun’s vision, the group will build theme parks with local characteristics in seven first- and second-tier cities in China. When the final opinion is finalized at the seminar next week, it will start negotiating and signing project contracts with localities. If it goes well, it will be early next year. Decentralize the first phase of funds.

"This project has been planned by Mr. Cheng for nearly two years." Although it may be nonsense to Cheng Lang, Gao Rui reminded him with a cold breath.

"That's why it is even more important to stop losses in time. Mr. Cheng has no worries about food and clothing. The 95,000 employees of the group have to support their families."

Under such a heavy burden, Gao Rui couldn't care about Xu Qiao's side for a while, and immediately picked up a pile of documents and walked out.

When he left the house, Cheng Lang's unsalty or weak voice sounded behind him: "You can't cry next time, don't use colored eye drops."

"..."

——

The next evening, Xu Qiao, who had been paralyzed by her aunt for a day, finally struggled to get up after hearing that the designer of her jewelry company had arrived.

This is the routine work of Jinlu's core design team four times a year. Every season, they will tailor Xu Qiao's private custom jewelry for the next season.

The first draft of this design was published as early as last month, but Xu Kangrong was killed halfway, saying that he could no longer waste company resources for his daughter.

But it was about yesterday that Cheng Lang’s attitude slumped Xu Qiao. Yan Lizhen felt that Xu's family still had to spend money on this aspect. Taking advantage of Xu Kangrong's business trip, he invited the designer to his home.

Xu Qiao was uncomfortable, and was very angry by Cheng Lang. Until now, her temples were still pumping, and she was quite uninterested in making jewelry. After calling Liang Que into the study, she wrapped a blanket and nested into the sofa. Curl into a soft ball.

Liang Que stood by holding the tablet, sliding the screen at a constant speed, observing her expression, not even thinking about eating the fruit plate brought by Aunt Zhang.

After all, Jin Lu knew that this young lady's aesthetic was notoriously difficult to cater to.

Xu Qiao looked at more than a dozen design drafts blankly, and raised her eyelids: "Rock and roll tones are very popular this year."

Liang Que beat a drum in his heart.

After graduating from the Florence Jewelry Design Institute, her debut work will appear in the Florence International Design Biennale, and she will be the creative director of Jinlu Jewelry before the age of thirty. Her resume is extremely beautiful in this circle, even not Young colleagues didn't understand why she was willing to succumb to Jinlu based on her qualifications.

But every time she faced Xu Qiao, the glamour in front of her people seemed to become insignificant.

Perhaps it is because the debut work that made the Italian celebrities praised and helped her become famous in one fell swoop was actually derived from Xu Qiao's "pointing."

Xu Qiao, who was less than 20 years ago, complained about her works. From the initial dismissal, she thought that this tall-eyed lady was a layman and a layman, to unexpectedly discovered that the effect of modifying according to Xu Qiao's thinking was surprisingly amazing.

So even if this daughter who is keen on pleasures later just finished her undergraduate studies in China, and even refused to go abroad for further studies, she still couldn't ignore her seemingly picky opinions.

After considering it for a while, Liang Que said: "It is true that there has been a wave of wind, after all, creating a hot spot requires opportunities."

Xu Qiao spread his hands: "It's better to keep up with the wind than to catch the dust. I didn't say that you can't follow the trend, but just follow the trend blindly to lose even the basic skills. Is the cart before the horse?"

Liang Que was taken aback.

Xu Qiao pointed her finger at the leaf-shaped brooch on the screen: "That heavy rose red, put it on a light-colored spring dress, can't grab the limelight? Why not apply a gradient?"

She lazily raised her arm, swiped the screen twice with her index finger, and then clicked on the drop-shaped diamond ring: "This emerald is not too obtrusive when set on a platinum ring? Why not add a light-colored secondary diamond on each side to complete it. Color transition?"

Xu Qiao turned all the way sharply, speaking so fast that it made people unable to intervene.

Liang Que had a chance to speak when she rested and drank a piece of dragon fruit dryly. But after thinking about it, I found that it was irrefutable.

"I'll go back and revise the draft right away." She squeezed the tablet and said.

Xu Qiao waved her hand to sign to leave, and when she left, she fell into the sofa with a grievance that everything went wrong.

Aunt Zhang came in and poured her a cup of brown sugar water to calm her down.

She was tired after taking a couple of sips. She sat for a while, sighed and said, "Aunt Zhang, where is my little handkerchief? I want to take a nap."

"In your room, I'll get it for you." Knowing that she couldn't sleep without pinching the handkerchief in her hand, Aunt Zhang hurried to get it. She didn't want to open the study door but heard an angry male voice.

"Who allowed her to go home to live? The 23-year-old took care of herself as soon as she left home. She should take this lesson! You brought her back in this way to continue to spoil her!" Xu Kangrong was on a business trip came back.

Aunt Zhang was shocked, and was about to close the door, but was stopped by Xu Qiao's eyes.

The quarrel from downstairs came so clearly.

"I'm not afraid that your baby daughter will have a hard time outside? Besides, how can you be a father like this? Oh, after more than 20 years, I remembered that I can't spoil her. What is the difference between a flying bird thrown downstairs and beaten?"

"You are so embarrassed to say this. Isn't it the one you have spoiled for these years? When she said that studying abroad is bitter, I said that the bitterness must be gone. Did you try hard to help her? You are half right to her. Strictly, she will not give up her supply!"

The husband and wife talked harder and harder. Aunt Zhang awkwardly entered, neither retreat nor did she turn her head to look at Xu Qiao, but saw that she was nothing to do with her, looking at the sunset outside the window, her mouth was still quacking. Chewing on a slice of apple.

Although her expression was extremely faint, Aunt Zhang felt that - in this magnificent home, there are so many invisible dirt buried in this magnificent home. In fact, this child has always known.

Even if she gave up studying abroad and jewellery design, there may be other hidden reasons.

Yan Lizhen seemed to get angry at the bottom: "What do I mean to raise her abolished? Have you never said, "Even if your girl doesn't marry forever, you can afford it"?"

"One time and another time! How difficult business is to do now, if one day Jin Lu falls, I will be gone, I see how she can live alone!"

"What kind of bad words are you saying!"

Xu Qiao finally got up, went back to the room and changed into the home clothes, packed up a few pieces of luggage, and carried a small wardrobe box and went downstairs.

The red-faced couple stopped to look at her.

Xu Kangrong glared at her: "Where are you going?"

"It is said that harmony makes money. I am afraid that if I stay a little longer, our family will not make money. Then how can I live for the rest of my life."

"You girl..."

Xu Qiao smiled and waved goodbye to the two of them. When she left the courtyard, she was shocked when she saw Xu Xun's pen sticking around the corner, "Why, be a door god?" He reacted again. He probably returned from a trip. The movement inside was here to "evade the battle", so I pointed behind him, "It's over, you can go in."

Xu Xun frowned and didn't move: "Dad has a tofu heart, you can take it and take it softly. He won't really drive you out."

"Do you see the word'service soft' in your sister's dictionary?" Xu Qiao hummed and walked away on high heels.

Being expelled from the house is like being born again and again. On the way to the Audleyden Hotel, Xu Qiao's mood is very peaceful, so peaceful that she once felt that she had been smoothed out by the suffering of life.

Until she opened the door of the hotel suite and walked to the closet to put her luggage, she knew that the edges and corners of a person would not be smoothed so easily.

She fixedly looked at the men's dark gray flannel suit in the closet and took a deep, patient breath.

This was the day Li Dun opened the business a while ago, and Cheng Lang lent her an emergency jacket without knowing that she was Xu Qiao.

She forgot to return it. And he was obviously not someone who would ask a woman for something.

Originally there were so many tokens of love, but after being rejected by him one after another, especially after he was indiscriminately irritated yesterday by him, this thing became very eye-catching.

Xu Qiao furiously picked up the suit, about to stuff it into the trash can, and reined in a cliff.

Cheng Lang would not know that she threw it away. Seeing that she hadn't paid it back, she might think she was so idiotic that he even wanted to treasure a coat.

Not wanting to contact Cheng Lang, she turned out Gao Rui's business card and sent a text message: "Gao Special help, please come and take away Mr. Cheng's suit if you have time. If you don't want me to throw it away."

Gao Rui did not reply immediately. Even more than an hour later, the hotel's food delivery service arrived, and the phone was still lying quietly on the side.

Xu Qiao had nowhere to spread his anger. Looking at a table of dishes, he had no appetite. After moving a few chopsticks, he let it go. She squashed and sent a message to Zhu Li: "I am in a bad mood. I want to go to Yujinfang for a drink.

Zhu Li: "Aren't you an official holiday?"

Xu Qiao: "It's okay to smell the wine."

Zhu Li: "I have a client who can't go away tonight, you can talk to Cheng Lang."

Xu Qiao: "If I can drink with him, would I still be in a bad mood?"

Xu Qiao withdrew a message.

Zhu Li: "I saw it. Are you flattened by him again?"

Xu Qiao: "Shut up, if you don't come, I will find someone else."

Zhu Li: "Who else can you find?"

Xu Qiao: "..."

Xu Qiao: "My popularity is not that bad! I also have a friend at the toll booth!"

——

As if to prove that he was not a poor little father, who could not even be called by a drinker, Xu Qiao put it into practice and asked Shi Hua to go to Yujinfang.

But when she really entered the bar, she regretted again when she saw Shi Wei hesitate to take the wine list and ask the waiter if she had Jiuzhen juice.

The circles are different and can't be rigid. This old girl is really not a person from this kind of place.

In the end, the wine bureau can only become the health bureau. The two of them sat on the scattered table facing the fruit plate, one orange and one pear, which caused frequent gazes in all directions.

Of course, it is not ruled out that even if Xu Qiao drinks normally, the same situation will occur.

After all, she has always been very eye-catching in such places.

When Xu Qiao pushed down the invitation for the third cocktail, Shi Wei approached her and asked, "Are those people your friends?"

Xu Qiao lowered her eyes, and was focusing on fighting a small tomato that was not slippery and could not get a lottery: "It's just a familiar one."

"That night is the two of us?"

"Who else? Do you want to know my friend?" Xu Qiao glanced at her.

Shi Hua shook his head quickly: "I'm just curious, how are you with that Mr. Cheng."

"How do you know his surname Cheng?" Xu Qiao raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, the driver called him Mr. Cheng Xiao last time."

Oh, Xu Qiao remembered. When Cheng Lang picked her up from get off work, he asked the driver to send Shi Hua to the city.

Xu Qiao gave up the little tomato and stabbed a banana with a sign, "Why mention the dog..."

"Dog stuff!" A grumpy middle-aged man obliquely cut off the second half of her sentence.

The drunk man slapped the wine bottle on the table with a "slap": "The stinky hairy boy, don't he just rely on the old man behind him? For eleven years, I worked for them for eleven years, and ended up being a fart. Up!"

I even scold myself when I get tough.

Xu Qiao felt happy and was about to take a look at the hero, but when she looked up, she saw the chubby man staggering to the bathroom.

She retracted her eyes regretfully and continued to eat the fruit. After a while, she heard the phone vibrate.

A number that is familiar but not saved.

Xu Qiao answered the phone and distinguished Gao Rui's voice amidst some noisy jazz music—"Miss Xu?"

"Oh," she nodded, "So Special Assistant Ko knows who I am."

There was something in her tone, "You know who I am, you dare to hang me for more than two hours." Gao Rui was busy over there to apologize: "I'm really sorry, Miss Xu, I am working overtime in the company for a meeting. ,you……"

Xu Qiao couldn't hear what was behind him, got up and walked towards the bathroom, and when she reached a quieter corner, she asked, "What did you say?"

"I ask where you are? Xiaocheng always asks me to send someone to pick up the suit."

A suit was also deliberately picked up, and he really wanted to tell her clearly.

"The suit is in the hotel, and I'm in Yujinfang Muse," Xu Qiao sneered, "Hurry up, I'm very..."

Before the word "busy" was finished, Xu Qiao's eyes went dark, and a man who was bumped out of the corner slammed into the face.

She hissed her forehead and raised her eyes.

The man stood up swayingly, seemed a little surprised when his gaze fell on her face, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he returned to his senses and cursed: "Do you have long eyes? Don't apologize to Lao Tzu!"

This voice seemed to be the drunk who was so cruel that he even scolded himself.

Xu Qiao got angry, but did not act bravely. Years of experience in the arena tells her that when she is weak, facing the entanglement of a drunk, she takes a step back and rushes to her head.

So she smiled and said, "I'm sorry." Then she walked quickly towards the female guard, but she didn't want to bear it so far, she was still pulling her hair with a strong force.

Gao Rui on the other end of the phone was startled when he heard Xu Qiao's scream: "Miss Xu? Miss Xu, are you okay?"

Qian Jian waved a halt, stood in front of the main entrance of the group building, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Xu had a conflict with someone in Yujinfang, the other party's voice..." Gao Rui frowned, "Why sounds a bit like Li Nianda..."

As he spoke, he walked up to Cheng Lang and turned on the phone speaker.

The sound of the bottle falling and the chaotic screams of men and women came out of the receiver one after another. Someone could still be faintly heard saying, call an ambulance.

Cheng Lang's expression stiffened for a moment, and he pulled the phone from Gao Rui's hand: "Xu Qiao?"

The answer to him was the beep of the interruption of the call.

"Call the police." Cheng Lang threw the phone back to Gao Rui, turned and pulled the door to get into the car.

In the dark night, Pagani broke through the thick mist and drove toward Yujinfang like a gallop.