This Damned Sweetness

This sonorous scolding duck quickly alarmed the owner of the house.

"Oh, my God, what happened?" Elio walked over with an electric toothbrush in his mouth, looked at the mess in shock, and said to Yujin, who was carrying cleaning tools. Too kind, look, is he really Alice's friend?"

"If it's not a friend, I should have been fighting like this." Yujin dragged the floor, after explaining to Ellio and then explaining to Xu Qiao, "He said he was the person who contacted me before, so I just put it when the name matches. He came in and wanted to call you, but he saw that you painted very seriously, so I won't disturb you."

This kind of person who can recognize swans as ducks still knows art?

Xu Qiao wrinkled her nose in disgust, and glanced at the cold frosted door at the end of the aisle: "Did he come alone?"

"It seems to be," said Yu Jin, "the car downstairs that brought him to drive away for a while."

Ellio pointed to the bathroom: "Oh, does he need a new suit now?"

Both Yu Jin and Elio looked straight at Xu Qiao, which probably meant asking her to ask, after all, they were not familiar with him.

Xu Qiao reluctantly walked to the door of the bathroom. Just about to raise his hand and knock on the door, he heard Cheng Lang's voice on the phone. He was saying, "How long will it take?"

——Probably it is for people to send clothes.

Xu Qiao knocked on the door: "Here is a male host who can lend you clothes."

"No." Cheng Lang returned.

"Your follower can come to rescue you soon?"

There is no sound inside.

How can a man with such an outlandish admit that he is in a dilemma? Xu Qiao "tsk": "Don't dominate the restroom! I'll bring you the new clothes that Elio didn't wear. You can change them first."

Cheng Lang still endured and said nothing.

Xu Qiao guessed that this silence meant "let's go", so he followed Elio to choose clothes.

To be honest, Elio’s dressing taste and design style are indeed somewhat niche, especially for men’s clothing. Xu Qiao is usually optimistic about it, but I really have to pick a suit from those heavy metal styles that have overturned the paint tray. Cheng Lang in black and white...

Xu Qiao laughed and crowed in Elio's cloakroom, from "hehehe" to "goose goose" to "guckling", and she smiled while looking at a piece of clothing.

Standing outside the door, Elio asked Yujin in a low voice, "What happened to her?"

Yu Jin shrugged and said that he didn't understand: "The first time I saw her smile so happy. It turns out that she had been phony with us the other day."

Xu Qiao reluctantly straightened up, leaning against the closet and stopped laughing: "Sorry, I just have a picture in my mind."

The thought of the weak, poor and helpless president in the toilet putting on these paint buckets and throwing big golden chains all over her body, she felt that the world was still happy.

Xu Qiao chose thousands of choices, and took a thin navy blue sweater and a pair of black stitched trousers, and sent it to the bathroom with a smile.

Cheng Lang moved a door to it, and after two minutes he cried out, "Xu Qiao."

Xu Qiao leaned against the white wall outside the door with her arms folded, and danced with her index finger on her forearm: "Ah, won’t you? Put the hollow part of the jacket on the front, and put the zipper on the trousers on the right. Don’t say I deliberately trim you Your anti-human design, if you want to be on the cutting edge of the trend, there are bohemian shirts, punk jeans, hippie cardigans..."

"Okay." Cheng Lang couldn't bear to interrupt her, and after changing clothes, she came out and saw Xu Qiao and Elio holding their chests and tilting their heads, standing in line to greet him.

Ellio: "wow..."

Xu Qiao: "amazing..."

The special thing about this sweater is its "Y" collar, which is hollowed out on the basis of a deep V, and what leaks out is just the sexiest part of a man-if this man has a figure.

Xu Qiao stared straight at Cheng Lang's front and swallowed.

She swears that she absolutely didn't mean to be unpredictable. She just thinks that this sweater is the most ordinary new product in Ellio's cloakroom. She didn't know that Cheng Lang could wear it so earth-shattering.

Cheng Lang's eyes were a little dark.

Self-cultivation prevented him from showing the look of "Your taste in fashion circles is really bald", and restrainedly said to Elio "Thank you for your clothes"-standard Italian.

Elio danced in surprise, and replied in his native language: "It is an honor to meet a model like you! I am willing to give it to you!"

Although Xu Qiao didn't understand everything, she probably guessed what Ellio meant, and slapped him: "He has money, don't be polite to him, and collect him a good amount, including the floor cleaning fee."

What else did Elio say, but was dragged back to the room by Yujin.

The couple made room for the two of them to talk, but it was so quiet and no noise or noisy, Xu Qiao was suddenly at a loss.

This has nothing to do with Cheng Lang itself.

The reason may be that the person standing opposite her at this moment is an "old person" who belongs to "that world".

The negative thoughts covered by the farce just come back, like watching a hilarious comedy comedy, after laughing, the curtain falls and returning to the deserted real world.

Xu Qiao felt his head heavier, and a sense of exhaustion followed again. While hiding his emotions, she turned her head to clean up the easel, and asked him seemingly, "What are you doing here?"

"Talk about business," Cheng Lang followed, "By the way..."

"Oh," Xu Qiao thought of something, cut off his words, and said happily, "Did you bring the letter?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "I didn't take it with me. I will bring it to you another day."

"?" Another day? Is he going to find the way first to see if he is in danger?

Xu Qiao questioned: "You will stay in Milan for a long time?"

"It depends." Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows when he looked at her "Milan doesn't welcome you" expression.

"Oh..." Xu Qiao squatted by the bucket to clean the paintbrush, and thought of something, "Someone will pick you up in a while, will you let them bring the letter?"

"The letter is locked in the safe."

"So?"

"No one knows the password except me."

"Then tell them."

"There are other confidential documents inside."

"..."

"The safe was moved to the head office, right?" Xu Qiao raised her head in anger. Because of the squatting posture, the skirts of the veils were scattered all over the floor, and the whole person looked like an overwhelming little white flower. .

Cheng Lang looked down at her for a while, and nodded before she broke out: "Okay." He picked up the phone and sent a message.

Xu Qiao stood up with satisfaction, before he straightened his back completely, his head dizzy, and the whole person shook.

Cheng Lang quickly supported her elbow, watched her stand firm, and moved away as soon as she touched it. He recalled the temperature felt through the dress, frowning and said: "Don't be busy, it's burning again."

"Really?" Xu Qiao touched his forehead, "No wonder I feel so tired, I thought I was angry with you."

"..."

"Where is the ear thermometer?" Cheng Lang asked.

"in the room."

Cheng Lang glanced in, as if he was not satisfied with the size of the room and the simplicity of the decoration, but at this time he didn't get too entangled in it, and raised his chin: "Go and lie down."

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao put her hand in front of her shirt.

"What can I do?" he asked rhetorically.

Xu Qiao touched her nose and walked in, staring at him warily from the corner of her eyes.

"I'm here." Cheng Lang followed her in, waited for her to lie down, pulled up the quilt, took the ear thermometer from the bedside table and took her temperature.

Thirty-eight two degrees.

"I didn't burn it like this..." Cheng Lang said halfway, watching her staring at the numbers on the ear thermometer with fear, and then stopped, "When did you take the antipyretic last time?"

"It seems to be nine o'clock in the morning? Ten o'clock?" She blinked her eyes in a daze to remember.

"Where is the medicine?"

Just like when I didn’t find the wound, I didn’t feel any pain. I couldn’t help but start babbling when I found out. Xu Qiao didn’t feel much pain just now, knowing that he is now a small fireball of more than 38 degrees. He whispered in the quilt: "In the drawer..."

Cheng Lang took out the anti-fever medicine, checked the instructions again, picked up the thermal flask, poured a glass of water, and passed the medicine pad on the wrapping paper.

Xu Qiao opened her mouth.

Cheng Lang's hand was still in place.

"..." Why, is this to let her stick her tongue out and lick it to take the medicine by herself?

Xu Qiao looked at him suspiciously.

Cheng Lang looked back at her naturally.

It seems that one is accustomed to being served, the other has never served anyone, both of them are a little confused.

Finally, Xu Qiao stretched out his hand, took the medicine and put it into his mouth, and swallowed with the water in his hand.

"Drink a few more sips." Cheng Lang watched her stop and urged.

"No, I want to go to the bathroom, I don't bother to move." She curled up lazily and shivered.

"How can the fever be relieved like this? Then the doctor will still get the injection tomorrow morning."

"..."

Xu Qiao raised his head, suffocated his breath and drank a whole glass of water. When he raised his eyes, he saw the fleeting smile at the corner of Cheng Lang's mouth.

"What are you laughing at, are you happy to see me sick?" she angrily asked.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "I just feel..."

"?"

Thinking of her like this, he finally confirmed that he was not blind at the beginning-the little girl is indeed a little cute when she is good.

"You're just gloating," Xu Qiao scolded when he saw that he couldn't tell, "you can go!"

"..." It seemed that she was only cute for a while.

"Then I'm leaving," Cheng Lang stood up calmly, "I'll give you the letter another day."

Xu Qiao reacted in a daze, and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "You stop me!"

Cheng Lang looked down at her: "Huh?"

"Wait until the letter arrives..." Xu Qiao said grimly.

"Then where do I sit?"

Xu Qiao said with an expression of "Where do you want to sit", and pointed outside the door: "Except for my bed, chair, sofa, floor, you can choose."

This really put him on guard as a thief.

Cheng Lang sighed seemingly, and nodded: "I have something to call me."

Xu Qiao was speechless and groaned casually.

Cheng Lang turned off the ceiling light in the room for her, leaving a small night light in the corner, concealing the door and leaving.

——

A quarter of an hour later, Gao Rui sent a new suit and a safe, and when he saw Cheng Lang's coolboy look, he was shocked, and he dared not look straight and turned his head.

Cheng Lang confessed in a low voice: "Take out the letter." Then he picked up his shirt and trousers and went to the bathroom to change them.

When he came out, Gao Rui had neatly folded a dozen letters and handed them to him: "Why did you even ask me to bring insurance..."

Cheng Lang gestured for him to shut up, and glanced in the direction of Xu Qiao's room.

Gao Rui nodded seemingly.

Cheng Lang picked up the letter and walked to Xu Qiao's room, and knocked on the open door.

There is no response inside.

"Xu Qiao?" He yelled tentatively, but he didn't get an answer. He opened the door gently and walked in. He found that the person on the bed was already asleep, but he was not sleeping well. He squeezed the corner of the handkerchief in his hand. Push so hard that your nails are almost embedded in the meat.

Cheng Lang put the letter in the drawer of the bedside table and turned to pull the handkerchief on the palm of her hand.

Xu Qiao didn't know what happened in her sleep, but she refused to let it go. Instead, she gripped it tighter, with crescent marks on her palm.

He sighed and bent down, and after taking away the handkerchief, Xu Qiao seemed to be anxious, grabbed his hand casually.

Cheng Lang stayed in place instantly.

The oxygen in the lungs seemed to be quickly evacuated by an air pump, swept in like a wave of suffocation, he subconsciously wanted to throw her away, before he moved, he heard a faint voice.

"Don't go, don't go..." Xu Qiao trembling eyelashes, grievingly grabbed his hand, and seemed to be crying in a dream.

Cheng Lang just managed to stop the force he had just made to go out, his heart beating faster and faster, sweat dripping down his back, but that hand seemed to be cast by the phrase "Don't go", and he couldn't move.