This Damned Sweetness

When Bentley drove into the Lishan Mansion in Xinglin Bay, Xu Qiao was thinking that the indissoluble bond between her and Xinglin Bay could really be written as an autobiography. Look, not only the career line starts here, but also the emotional line. Here...

Bah, who wants to engage in emotional lines.

As the car entered the garage, the light dimmed. Xu Qiao glanced sideways and closed her eyes to rest, as if Cheng Lang didn't care about her existence.

The miserable sales are so high, does he really think she doesn't know that this is a bitter trick?

At the beginning of the hospital, she was really confused because of the incident, and she was led by the nose for a while, but when she "whooped" to him, she came back to her senses.

Those afterwards, including riding in this car, were all thinking, "It's good if he is happy".

After all, Cheng Lang didn't actually need to be miserable, she also thought he was miserable.

Although it didn't matter in the end from the result, when he got there, he didn't know that he would be saved.

There were three other people in the craft room at that time, and only he rushed up to protect her without even thinking about it. Her...the fairy's heart also grew flesh!

If it's a trick, it's a trick. It's a big deal.

However, when I took the elevator upstairs from the underground garage and found that this mansion, which was full of Xu's villa, was empty from the top to the bottom, Xu Qiao still cursed Cheng Lang in her heart. .

Why bother to pay a servant? Without his tricks, she was planning to accompany him to dinner. He did this, didn't he make the two of them starve to death?

Xu Qiao struggled for ten seconds, thinking whether to expose him, let him call people back quickly, she is so hungry.

At the eleventh second, I think it's over.

Today, the "beneficiary" is the biggest, so don't tear down the stage and be a silly girl.

"Auntie isn't there?" She collapsed, "What should I do, I don't know how to cook."

Cheng Lang turned his gaze to the distance: "The meal seems to be ready."

Xu Qiao followed his eyes and looked towards the open kitchen in front of the French windows.

The golden wall lanterns cover the covered dishes on the dining table, and the rice cooker on the island is quietly steaming with steam, which looks very homely.

She underestimated Cheng Lang's comprehensiveness. He sold miserably, and couldn't starve her.

Xu Qiao suddenly enlightened him with an "Oh", and he took the initiative to ask: "But no one will take care of you. How can you eat if you have trouble with your hands?"

"Use your left hand." Cheng Lang walked to the kitchen counter, washed his left hand first, then drew two wet tissues, and wiped his right hand avoiding the wound. When he was about to take a bowl to serve, he heard a sigh behind him.

"Hey, I'll come here!" Xu Qiao couldn't stand watching the show anymore, and went to wash her hands, reach for the bowl rack above her head, remove two bowls, and after the meal was served, she pointed to one of them and said, "This Is it the labor fee for me?"

Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and smiled, suddenly raised his hand, and when he was about to touch the top of her head, he suddenly stopped.

He held the posture as if he was going to rub her hair, and he didn't seem to know how he touched her in a non-emergency situation.

Xu Qiao left a bowl of rice in his left hand, followed by a bowl of rice in his right hand, staying still in place, staring diagonally upwards in surprise, his heart plopped up and down.

Before he rubbed it down, she swallowed nervously and stared at him: "Why, are you sucking my Tianlinggai power?"

"..." Cheng Lang's hand continued to move upward, as if the top of her head was just the scenery he was passing by. After reaching the bowl rack, she took down the third bowl and shook it, "I was thinking, you only Is one bowl enough?"

"You only eat one bowl, am I a pig?" Xu Qiao scolded him, and quickly walked to the table to set the table and chopsticks, and sighed.

Cheng Langpi smiled at the beginning: "Eat more. There are only two hands. If you faint several times, I won't be able to give it up."

Xu Qiao suddenly felt a little bit at a loss and nodded: "Oh, I won't be able to enter the craft room if I'm not full from now on."

Cheng Lang felt a little more, trying to rub her hair to praise her good thoughts.

He pressed it down, walked to the table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, and tried to pick up the dishes.

Xu Qiao glanced at him disgustingly.

Don't pretend it!

She took away his chopsticks and stuffed the spoon into his hand: "You can scoop and eat. Tell me what you want. I'll put it in the bowl for you."

Cheng Lang smiled: "Whatever you want."

According to the doctor's instructions, Xu Qiao picked him up with zinc and protein-containing dishes that would help the wound heal. He used his chopsticks to clamp a bunch of shredded carrots, as well as a few slices of mushrooms and lean meat, piled in his bowl. On the rice.

Because it is not convenient for him to use a spoon to clamp too much at a time, she eats some by herself and clamps some for him to change her chopsticks.

When he finished eating the small half bowl of rice and made room in the bowl, she began to pick quail eggs.

Cheng Lang just swallowed his meal, and suddenly heard her "hey": "I'm going to drop it..."

Before the word "了" was finished, Cheng Lang leaned close to her chopsticks very quickly and caught the egg with his mouth.

Xu Qiao looked at the tip of the chopsticks in his mouth, and was about to praise him for responding quickly. Suddenly he stopped suddenly and looked down at the empty chopstick rest on his side, and the one on the chopstick rest intact. chopsticks.

"Am I..." Xu Qiao blinked slowly, closing her mouth halfway, and pulling back her chopsticks.

Cheng Lang chewed the quail eggs slowly, and then calmly said after swallowing: "I took the wrong chopsticks."

Xu Qiao lowered her head in embarrassment and cleared her throat: "Yes, it's... what, um, I'm not sick, you can eat without worry."

"……"What is she saying.

Cheng Lang nodded: "I feel relieved."

Xu Qiao glanced at the chopsticks that Cheng Lang had bitten by her hand, covered her mouth and coughed slightly, got up and said, "Then I will get a new pair of..."

"I don't worry about you, but you don't worry about me?"

"..."

Is this a **** question? Can you taste his saliva if you don't worry about it?

Xu Qiao stared at him angrily.

Cheng Lang laughed, raised his hand and said, "Just kidding, go get it."

——

Xu Qiaosheng finished the meal without love.

In fact, this incident was originally a small episode. The Qing Dynasty had been perished for many years, so I didn’t just share chopsticks, and it was not a major event, but Cheng Lang was really sick and angry. With a flirtatious tone, he said that he wanted to eat quail eggs, that he hadn't found the deliciousness of this food before, and missed a lot, and finally ate a whole ten.

When he said that he wanted more, Xu Qiao almost yelled, "Don't breed quail offspring, have you considered how quail feels when you eat quail eggs like this", and she endured her words and told herself that she had to follow him today.

Cheng Lang looked amused at her little puffed up look. After eating, he brought the fruit that auntie had washed in advance and placed on the coffee table with one hand, took a grape and handed it to her mouth: "Are you coming? "

Did she feed him quail eggs and he used grapes to feed them back?

She will have trouble with the oval thing tonight, right?

"Who has contact with you?" Xu Qiao turned her head.

Cheng Lang's grapes followed again: "Eat one."

Do you have to have fun with her?

Xu Qiao glanced at him and bit down fiercely. As a result, there was an "oh" and a "hiss" in the room.

Xu Qiao bit the grapes and said vaguely: "I didn't mean to..." He was just a little unhappy, but she didn't want to bite him.

Cheng Lang retracted the fingers that had been knocked by her teeth, lowered his head and glanced, "It's okay, I'm not sick, you can bite with ease."

"..."

She chewed down the grape and leather belt, staring at him and wrinkling his nose.

As a result, he stared and found that his face seemed to be white with abnormal redness.

She stopped making a fuss and leaned closer: "Are you burning up?" She touched his forehead with the back of her hand.

Before Cheng Lang felt unwell, she moved her hand away and touched her forehead again: "It seems to be hotter than me."

Xu Qiao asked him to sit still, follow his directions, and pull out the medicine cabinet from the cabinet in the living room. He picked up the ear thermometer and took his temperature. It was just 38 degrees Celsius.

"What should I do?" Xu Qiao looked sadly at the sky outside the window. It was almost nine o'clock and it was very cold outside in the winter. It was strange to go to the hospital for emergency with fever. "Go to the hospital again." ?"

"No," Cheng Lang didn't expect his mouth to be open, but it is obviously unwise to go to the hospital now. He is not afraid to toss himself, but also to toss Xu Qiao, "Just take some antipyretics."

"No, what if it is caused by infection?" Xu Qiao pulled his arm, "You come to the hospital with me!"

"No need. Fever is normal according to today's blood loss."

Xu Qiao was angry: "I don't care, it's not normal that the doctor said it will count! Will you follow me?"

Cheng Lang had a headache, and he sighed and made a move: "I'll let Dr. Song come over, right?"

To change to the time when he didn't know who his personal doctor was before, Xu Qiao might still be worried about the simple check-up of this kind of on-site service, but now he has no such concerns.

She believes in Song Mian's medical skills very much.

She nodded: "That's okay."

——

When Song Mian arrived at the Lishan Mansion, he saw Xu Qiao who opened the door. He was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly recovered and greeted her: "Miss Xu."

Xu Qiao was also stunned by his deliberately avoiding suspicion. Before she spoke, she heard footsteps coming from behind.

She turned her head back: "Tell you to lie down on the sofa, why are you here?"

Cheng Lang didn't answer, but smiled faintly at Song Mian: "Doctor Song, please run this evening."

Song Mian shook his head to indicate that it was OK, changed his shoes and entered the door, his eyes fell on his right hand, frowning: "What's the matter? It hurts like this."

Cheng Lang explained the process of "heroes saving beauty".

Xu Qiao touched her nose with embarrassment beside her.

It would be fine to just say that it was cut by something, and to explain it in such a detailed manner, the narration is like a romantic novel! Do people like to hear you beep so much?

Song Mian nodded and took his temperature again. Seeing that it was 38 degrees Celsius, he asked, "What was my temperature when you called me?"

"I don't remember very much," Cheng Lang glanced at Xu Qiao. "How much did you measure?"

Xu Qiao was taken aback, is he a goldfish with only seven seconds of memory?

"Thirty-eight degrees." She answered inexplicably.

Song Mian nodded, put on rubber gloves, and turned on the medical flashlight to check the palm of his right hand. He said: "It was just bandaged in the evening, and now the incision is easy to stretch. There is no redness and swelling on the edge. Unlike signs of infection, the heat has not continued to rise. Fever should be a normal phenomenon caused by blood loss and pain. You can temporarily stop taking medicine and take a fever-reducing patch to physically cool down."

Cheng Lang glanced at Xu Qiao: "Have you heard? It's not like letting people come over at night."

Xu Qiao blinked, "Why do you blame me? Then everything is in case."

"You were too careful."

Xu Qiao received Cheng Lang's "can't help you" look in her eyes, and she recollected from her ignorance.

Since Song Mian entered the door, the man’s mouth has become extremely active, and his words clearly show that he is particularly affectionate with her. Is Cheng Lang deliberately expressing his sovereignty?

Hey this scheming boy!

Song Mian did something wrong to eat your fake dog food?

Song Mian looked at the two of them, and Chao Cheng Lang smiled: "It is a good thing to be careful. If you have a special car, it will not be troublesome for me to come here. I will follow up with your next nursing work, and you will rest early tonight. Take care not to catch cold when taking a bath, let alone let water soak the gauze. If your body temperature exceeds 38 degrees at night, take a fever-reducing medicine."

"It's hard to judge the body temperature when you fall asleep," Cheng Lang said.

Song Mian was startled slightly, glanced at Xu Qiao subconsciously, then turned his head to him: "No one will take care of you tonight?"

Xu Qiao shrank aside.

Do you want to sleep with me if you don’t have enough food? How to catch the ducks on the shelves?

Cheng Lang looked at Xu Qiao intentionally or unintentionally: "I'm not sure for the time being, it's okay, I will solve this myself."

Song Mian picked up the medicine box and got up: "If that's the case, I will leave first."

Xu Qiao remained silent, and suddenly stood up to catch up with him: "I will send Dr. Song."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.

Xu Qiao quickly followed Cheng Lang before she stopped her, and shouted Song Mian outside the hallway.

Song Mian stopped: "What's wrong?"

Xu Qiao closed her mouth to his ear and whispered, "He really needs someone to watch at night? Don't help him bluff me."

"It's not bluffing you," Song Mian said in a low voice, "Basically it won't be a serious problem, but it's certainly best if someone looks at it. It doesn't have to be so troublesome as a night watch. Just take his temperature every three to four hours. Generally speaking, if he has a fever, he will wake up."

Xu Qiao narrowed her mouth: "Then it sounds a bit miserable to wake up by myself..."

Song Mian smiled, raised his eyes, and caught a glimpse of Cheng Lang standing in the hallway looking at the two of them, reminding her: "You go back soon, his resistance is decreasing now, don't let him catch a cold."

Xu Qiao looked back and saw Cheng Lang standing in the place greeted by the draughtsman. He sighed, waved to Song Mian, and ran back to close the door.

Cheng Lang's face looked a little pale because of the wind blowing.

And his expression didn't seem to be too comfortable.

"I won't run, what are you doing with you?" Xu Qiao drove him into the house.

"Don't run?" Cheng Lang glanced at her.

"Yes, don't run, I will stay to take care of you tonight, right?"

Before Cheng Lang spoke, she was urged to walk in: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, your face is pale. Didn't you hear that I told you to rest early? Hurry up and take a bath."

"What about you?" Cheng Lang glanced at her.

"I... I'm watching the night, what kind of bath if I don't sleep!" Xu Qiao was frowned upon by his ambiguous look.

"To sleep, you really stayed up all night, how can you catch up with the design draft tomorrow day? And your clothes are stained with bacteria in the hospital and stained with blood. Which one shouldn't you change?"

"Then I have no clothes to change with you..."

"Not without."

"I don't wear yours!" she resolutely covered her skirt.

"It's not mine, I have women's clothing here."

Xu Qiao stunned and blinked: "Why would you have..."

Cheng Lang lifted his chin, meaning the direction opposite to the kitchen: "The cloakroom at the end of the hallway over there is full of women's clothes. Pick them up by yourself. I will take a shower first."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the elevator, leaving Xu Qiao alone in a mess.

Damn it, did Shen Dang lie to her?

If Cheng Lang really has never had a woman, why would there be women's clothing at home? And according to him, that cloakroom is full of women's clothes. How many women can this be supported!

Xu Qiao was angry and funny, and walked all the way to the end of the corridor.

I knew I would stay here tonight!

Oh, but if it hadn't happened, how could she see through the true face of the prodigal son of this hot guy?

Xu Qiao's hair flopped and exploded, as if rushing to the scene of catching the rape, he opened the cloakroom door.

The voice-activated light was on at the moment she opened the door and entered, and in the next moment, she was stuck in place in the dazzling bag, clothes and jewelry.

Why is this cloakroom so familiar...

It seems to be all the things she left in the Xijiang Mansion villa...

Haven't these luxury items been auctioned long ago? !