This Damned Sweetness

Xu Qiao, who was murderous and owed her boyfriend, did not last long.

The next morning, when Cheng Lang knocked on the door to wake her up for breakfast, she curled up on the bed like a dying shrimp, unable to move, and said lowly to the guest room door: "I can't get up, I won't eat..."

"Is not feeling well?" Cheng Lang frowned and twisted the doorknob. He stopped halfway through the screw and confirmed, "I'm here."

"Oh..." Xu Qiao replied feebly.

Cheng Lang opened the door and went in, and at a glance she saw her wrapped in the quilt, only half of her head exposed, and looked at him grievously.

"What's the matter?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to probe her forehead.

"My unbelievable aunt came to see me..."

Cheng Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Qiao choked on his "okay" micro expression: "What is your reaction?"

"I thought you were sick."

"Do you think I am better than being sick? Haven't heard of "Dysmenorrhea is not a disease, it will kill you when it hurts"?" Xu Qiao had a hateful expression of "I don't understand the darkness of night".

"Where are the menstrual supplies that I prepared for you last time?"

"I just took the painkiller, but it didn't work." Xu Qiao closed her eyes by fate.

Cheng Lang brushed away the messy hair on her forehead: "Then is it useful for me to rub it for you now?"

Xu Qiao opened her eyes again, "Where are you rubbing?"

"It hurts to rub it."

That location is too private! It's about to knead the panties.

"Don't you rub it." Xu Qiao rolled up the quilt, rolled left and right, turning himself like a worm.

"Then what can I do?"

"What do you think you can do when your wife has a baby?"

Cheng Lang thought about it for a while and answered, "Well, cheer on the side?"

"..."

Xu Qiao's rhetorical question originally meant "Of course you can't do anything". When he answered with a seriousness, she imagined the scene of the collapse of the people, and laughed out "so stupid".

Cheng Lang wanted to distract her by saying something to have fun, but she was beaten up instead. He smiled and said, "I think you will be more energetic when you scold someone. Why don't I scold you a few words?"

"How do you curse out of thin air? You have to let me find the fault first."

Cheng Lang's hand touched it.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao was led to hide.

"Find fault for you." Cheng Lang fumbled for the quilt she had hidden. "Pull the quilt away, be good."

"Wow, you are really lustful and brave!"

Cheng Lang stopped his hand and said amusedly: "Do you know how others would comment on my hand when I attended events before?"

"how?"

"Gentleman's hand."

Xu Qiao's mouth twitched: "Sure enough, I can only deceive'others'."

Cheng Lang smiled non-committal: "You really don't want me to rub it?"

"Replacement as fake."

"Then I will bring in breakfast and feed you something?"

"I really have no appetite."

"I have to go to the airport for a while, eat a little puff up my stomach, or have low blood sugar."

Xu Qiao compromised, struggling to get up and brush her teeth.

Cheng Lang brought a bowl of pumpkin gruel and sat on the bedside to feed her a spoonful.

"When are we leaving?" Xu Qiao asked wilfully after drinking the porridge.

Cheng Lang glanced at his watch: "In an hour and a half, you can rest for a while."

"Don't you say take off at ten o'clock?"

"You don't need to go too far in advance if you take the group's business jet."

"Oh? Am I using a public plane for private use?"

Cheng Lang laughed: "When my girlfriend doesn't need to distinguish between public and private."

"Bang Se!" Xu Qiao snorted, and when Cheng Lang turned his head to hand the bowl to Aunt Sun, the pretended calm collapsed, holding the quilt and the bed trembling with laughter.

It's great for boyfriend to have money.

Cheng Lang wiped his hands with a towel, tightened the blackout curtains for Xu Qiao, and turned back.

Xu Qiao immediately suppressed her smile and continued to calm down.

He patted her through the quilt: "Sleep again."

Xu Qiao felt her full stomach and complained: "I was fed by you and couldn't sleep."

"Why do you rub it to help digestion?"

Xu Qiao shook him at Xiao Xu Feida: "Are you sure it's a gentleman's hand?"

"of course."

"Okay." She cast aside the quilt and assumed a "come on" posture.

It doesn't have to be so explicit.

"Don't catch cold." Cheng Lang smiled and sat leaning on the edge of the bed, putting her quilt back neatly, leaning in from the edge, and groping for her stomach.

Suddenly Xu Qiao realized that something was wrong, and she inhaled and tightened her abdomen.

Cheng Lang's palm fell instantly, and then he asked, "What do you do?"

Xu Qiao hung up and refused to relax.

Cheng Lang suddenly understood: "No matter how thin a girl is, it's impossible for her stomach to bulge after she's full."

Xu Qiao stared at him.

He raised his hand to give her a chance to speak.

"Who said I am afraid that you think I am fat?" Xu Qiao said with a questioning expression of "you are such a big face", "Is my figure not enough for you to see?"

"Oh, it's more than enough." Cheng Lang smiled and stepped her down, moving his hand away from her stomach and moving down, "Then rub the stomach if you don't want to rub the stomach, is it painful for menstrual cramps?"

Xu Qiao lay on her flat stiff hands and feet: "I have to go down..."

"Here?" Cheng Lang moved a little more.

"Further down..."

Cheng Lang's movements were slightly stagnant, leaving his eyes aside, his Adam's apple rolled, and when he moved down again, he became more cautious.

Feeling his hand sliding down her belly button inch by inch, Xu Qiao suddenly pressed the back of his hand: "Stop!"

Cheng Lang looked down at her.

"Here..." Xu Qiao cleared her throat.

Cheng Lang's hand began to rub gently.

With the warmth spreading, Xu Qiao couldn't help feeling the gentle healing touch, and slowly stretched and relaxed, and commanded him: "You can use more force."

"You have to rub in circles."

"Slower."

Cheng Lang quickly grasped the essentials.

Xu Qiao closed her eyes and moved her toes comfortably: "It seems that smart people can learn everything quickly."

Cheng Lang laughed: "My girlfriend teaches well."

"Greasy mouth and tongue..." Xu Qiao's consciousness gradually became blurred, and she uttered a few words in a daze, and fell asleep again.

Cheng Lang continued to work mechanically, and found that the touch through a layer of cloth had hardly caused any adverse reactions, and he leaned back on the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

——

At 1 pm London time, after a ten-hour flight, the two landed at the airport's business terminal.

Xu Qiao watched an old movie on the plane to kill time, had a dinner halfway through, and spent half of the time closing her eyes and resting, half reading a magazine, and putting on makeup before landing.

The conditions on the private business jet were similar to those on the ground hotel. It was not tiring at all. She recovered a little bit of energy. After getting off the plane, she saw that London was cloudless in the afternoon and she was in a good mood. She asked Cheng Lang what arrangements would be made for a while.

"Let’s have afternoon tea first." It was five hours before the two of them had their meal on the plane. It was indeed time to eat some food. Cheng Lang asked as they passed by the VIP lounge, "It’s about an hour’s drive to the city. Now Do you want to go to the bathroom? Go straight here and turn left."

Xu Qiao nodded and took the handbag with her aunt's towel: "You are waiting for me in the lounge."

Cheng Lang turned into the lounge, picked a seat by the door at random, and replies to a few work messages with his mobile phone. Suddenly, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of three young women passing by through the glass wall.

Two of them walked a little back, with a sense of being so crowded, and followed the one in front.

Cheng Lang turned his head and narrowed his eyes, staring at the pedestrian.

Soon, a female voice confirmed his guess: "Yueyue, go to the bathroom to touch up your makeup?"

It is Wen Yue and her friend.

Cheng Lang made a decision within three seconds. Before Wen Yue walked towards Xu Qiao's place, he opened the door of the lounge and walked out: "Miss Wen?"

Wen Yue stopped, turned around, took off her sunglasses, and said in surprise: "Cheng Lang, such a coincidence."

Cheng Lang nodded to her and the two stunned women behind her.

Wen Yue made a decent gesture and smiled and introduced him to the two behind him: "This is Huayin, the granddaughter of Huaying Entertainment Hua Dong. This is the niece of Jay Chou of Bisheng Real Estate, Zhou Fei."

Then he signaled to Cheng Lang with the two behind him: "I don't need to introduce more, Xiao Cheng of the Lanchen Group."

"Xiaocheng is always good." The two waved to Cheng Lang nervously and excitedly.

Cheng Lang nodded, looked calmly at the direction of the bathroom, and continued to talk to Wen Yue: "Miss Wen's trip may also be to participate in the London High Jewelry Show tomorrow?"

"Yes, are you too?"

"Yes."

Wen Yue glanced behind him, saw him alone, bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something, and then paused.

Zhou Fei rolled her eyes and interjected: "In fact, Yueyue was tired of participating in this kind of jewelry exhibition. I was invited here this time because I wanted to go back to my alma mater by the way, right?" Wen Yue.

"Well, come here a day in advance, I just plan to go back to my alma mater this afternoon."

"Oh, yes." Cheng Lang nodded lightly.

Zhou Fei said anxiously, "Xiao Cheng and Yue Yue graduated from the same university, do you want to be together..."

Wen Yue pinched her wrist quietly, hinting that she should not talk too much.

Cheng Lang glanced at the direction of the bathroom again, but still did not see Xu Qiao's figure.

However, the topic has reached the point where it has to be ended.

He turned his eyes and smiled: "Sorry, I have other important arrangements."

Wen Yue seemed to be unable to hold on to her face, and smiled dryly and said: "It's okay, you are busy, then I will go."

Cheng Lang nodded, waited for the three to walk away, sighed, picked up the phone and sent a message to Xu Qiao.

In the washroom, Xu Qiao was pulling the side zipper of his skirt when he heard a vibration from the shelf beside it.

As soon as I closed the zipper and was about to pick up my handbag and push the door out, I suddenly heard the beeping sound of a few high heels and an agitated female voice mixed in: "I think Cheng Lang must be interesting to you!"

"?" Xu Qiao suddenly stopped when she pressed the door lock.

Outside the compartment, another female voice quickly echoed: "Yeah, otherwise, why would he deliberately pull you to say so many things? He looks at you wrong, as if he doesn't want you to leave."

Xu Qiao smiled silently, holding a handbag in one hand and akimbo, ready to hear who the heroine is.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely familiar voice rang: "Don't talk nonsense, we are the relationship of seniors and younger sisters."

grass.

Xu Qiao exploded in her heart.

Wen Yue continued: "And I heard that he seems to have a girlfriend."

"Who? I haven't seen him bring it out."

"I don't know. Some time ago, someone from Lan Chen said that a covertly dressed woman came to the group to find him and entered his office." Wen Yue replied.

"It must be the 18-line celebrity star who is not seen and influential. This kind of play is fresh and fresh. No matter how to talk about marriage, maybe a girlfriend is not even considered."

"Yeah, I think you and Cheng Lang are just too ladies, too gentlemen, daunting! If you want to change it, I'll go straight! Men, in fact, they all eat that set."

Xu Qiao's forehead shattered hair and fried hair.

"Let's talk about it, I will meet again at the exhibition tomorrow." Wen Yue stopped the two of them, "make up the makeup first."

"Oh, Yueyue, your handbag looks so good. Is it their new series just launched this year? You can get it without publicity?" Hua Yin asked Wen Yue's clutch.

Zhou Fei rushed to answer: "You just found out. I envy you all the way. Alas, the bags in this shop are really "seeing the dishes and getting the dishes". It is not enough to spend enough money, and I have to have some contacts. I asked my uncle to help grab them the other day Their diamond-encrusted handbag that only comes out a year, they didn't even grab a diamond!"

Wen Yue smiled: "That handbag flows into the hands of political celebrities almost every year, there is really no way."

Xu Qiao sneered silently, took the diamond-encrusted handbag in her palm, opened the compartment door and walked out.

The three women wearing lipstick froze in front of the mirror.

Wen Yue's hands trembled and the corners of her mouth were painted with lipstick.

Xu Qiao walked up with a smile, gently placed her bag on the shelf aside, squeezed some hand sanitizer on her hand, and slowly rubbed the foam: "Miss Wen, it's really you, it's been a long time."