This Damned Sweetness

In the living room, Cai An poured tea for Stephen, and said with satisfaction: "Trying so hard for so long, I finally saw this tug-of-war..."

Before the word "bright" was uttered, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the temperature in the room seemed to swish to the freezing point.

Cai An turned his head slowly, seemingly aware, and met Xu Qiao's death gaze.

Xu Qiao stood inside the bedroom door, probably just opened the door.

But this concealed door obviously cannot provide any sound insulation.

Cai An choked on the spot stiffly.

When Xu Qiao left the hotel in the morning, Cheng Lang deliberately drove the driver away. After Cheng Lang heard about it, he remembered that she caught sight of her secretly checking information on her mobile phone last night, and he thought that she was quietly buying gifts. Just pretending not to know, did not let the assistant and the driver follow her.

So Xu Qiao's specific whereabouts became a mystery.

When Cai An came in, the heating in the room was turned off. Of course he did not expect that this mystery would fall here from the sky.

He recalled the conversation with Stephen, yelling badly in his heart, and his face turned white: "Miss Xu, just..."

Every cell on the opposite side of the assistant exudes a “done” heart-deficiency aura, which adds evidence to Steven’s words just now—Cheng Lang is treating her with dating, treating her with her, and holding her mouth. The body heals.

Xu Qiao said, "Very good, great", and nodded to herself.

Stephen looked at Xu Qiao unexpectedly, and was about to confirm the identity of the girl with Cai An, but saw that she picked up her handbag and turned to leave.

The moment the door closed with a "bang", Cai An chose the latter between "chasing the past" and "contacting Cheng Lang".

After all, he is just an assistant, and he can't stop the girlfriend of his boss even if he chases him.

He hurriedly dialed Cheng Lang's phone: "Mr. Cheng, something has happened!"

——

Xu Qiao furiously stopped a taxi at the entrance of the hotel and got in the back seat of the car. She was stunned when she heard the driver ask her where to go.

I don't know, she doesn't know where to go.

I just feel angry to be sprinkled, but I don't think I can stay in the place where I spent time with Cheng Langqingqing, but she really didn't know where she could go in this foreign country.

The driver looked up at the rearview mirror and said in English: "Madam?"

She raised her head and looked into the rearview mirror. Before meeting the driver's questioning eyes, she saw her red and swollen lips first.

Cheng Lang didn't care whether she was kissing her last night!

I thought I was too attractive, but now I think, is she his girlfriend or his medicine?

The phone vibrated, showing that the dog man was calling.

Xu Qiao irritably pressed the machine to shut down, and said to the driver, "Go ahead along the main road!"

London is rainy in winter. Half an hour after the taxi drove out, dark clouds over his head gathered together, covering the sky and the sun. At noon, the sky was gloomy as if it was about to enter the night.

The cool rain fell quickly.

Xu Qiao sat in the back seat and watched the rain fall from the slightest faint wind to the puffy raindrops, crackling on the car window.

The wiper was scraped faster and faster, but the driver's driving speed slowed down. After a while, he asked from the back seat, "Madam, there is no road going further. Where can I go next?"

She glanced at the terrible rain outside, and before she made up her mind, she heard the driver say: "From ten minutes ago, there was a car following you behind, madam."

"Let it go," Xu Qiao said boringly without looking back, knowing who it was, "turn right ahead and continue driving."

The driver turned on the turn signal. Perhaps he could see that she was in a bad mood and couldn't bear it, or he might find that she was following her by a luxury car. It was not easy to guess her identity, so he enthusiastically asked her if she wanted to listen to music.

She said casually.

The driver asked her if she was Chinese.

She said yes.

Then a Chinese CD rang: "In every street and alley, in everyone's mouth, the first sentence of meeting is congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations—"

Xu Qiao's tears fell down.

She is like this, so congratulations?

The driver found something wrong through the rearview mirror and explained: "Chinese New Year is coming soon. I heard that this is a song to celebrate the New Year... Madam, if you don't like this, then I will change a song for you?"

Xu Qiao said with tears: "I'm so upset, why is your stereo so happy?"

"I will change a sad song for you right away."

The driver switched the playlist and chose Chinese songs.

Soon, a song with a trace of warmth in sadness and a trace of hope in weight rang: "Happy breaking up, I wish you happiness, you can find better..."

The rain is getting smaller. Compared with the squally rain, the continuous and chaotic patters outside the window at this moment are more in line with the scene of the song.

Xu Qiao sobbed more vigorously, and blurted out her mother tongue: "This car is simply impossible to ride--!"

Although the driver did not understand what she said, sadness knows no borders. He felt empathy in her tone, and asked, "Madam, do I need to park for you? You have gone a long way."

This reminder made Xu Qiao look at the meter.

The numbers that were still jumping up made her wake up instantly.

The blackcab in London is too expensive, and she can’t even relax. What a pity she is.

Xu Qiao sniffed her nose: "Pull over!"

The car turned to a temporary stop, and when Xu Qiao lowered his head and took money from his handbag, she suddenly felt a shadow swept outside the car window.

At the same time, the front seat window was knocked.

The driver opened the door lock and window.

Cai An at the front handed the driver a large pound sterling, indicating that he did not need to change it.

Cheng Lang opened the door of Xu Qiao's side, holding a sixteen-bone black long-handled umbrella, bent down and reached out to her.

Xu Qiao ignored this hand and went down and stared at him viciously, "Why follow me?"

Cheng Lang suffocated for a moment because he found out that she had just cried.

Cai quietly retreated to the distance, and the taxi drove away quickly.

In a remote alley, under this umbrella, there was no other sound except the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella surface, and even breathing was silent.

"I want to explain to you." Cheng Lang frowned and looked at her, raising his hand to wipe the wetness of her eyes, and she avoided him.

"When I asked you to explain, you could tell me to lie to me. Even the process of confessing to me was full of lies. Will you tell me the truth now?"

Xu Qiao was talking about the night Cheng Lang proposed a date with her.

If she hadn't asked about it from start to finish, then his lack of opportunity is excusable. But she obviously gave him the opportunity to be honest.

Cheng Lang let out a sigh of relief and solemnly said, "I promise, from this moment on, everything I say is true."

"Okay, then you just talk about it. You said you want to explain. Explain that the word exists for misunderstanding. You mean I misunderstood you. It means that Stephen's words are completely reversed, right?"

Cheng Lang was silent.

"Say it!" Xu Qiao urged him with strained tears.

"I don't deny that with regard to dating, for you, in the beginning, I have had more than simple thoughts..."

Xu Qiao nodded and understood it. Seeing that he had a difficult time using words, she continued for him: "But then, do you think I am more important than curing the disease?"

"Yes." Cheng Lang nodded, but did not breathe a sigh of relief.

Because he already knew where the problem was: she was right, the explanation was for misunderstandings, and misunderstandings can be eliminated with explanations, but mistakes cannot.

He has made a mistake and cannot be overstated with just a few explanations.

Sure enough, Xu Qiao continued to ask: "Then can you tell where and when the boundary between'once' and'later' is? If you can tell, why don't you tell me the truth when you are sure of your mind?"

Cheng Lang couldn't answer. He really did not think about this issue.

Such silence seemed hurt in Xu Qiao's eyes.

Things he couldn't tell, but let her believe? Xu Qiao's tears broke and fell: "Break up! I want to break up!"

Cheng Lang felt that the depression in his chest was more uncomfortable than when he was sick. His eloquence fell apart at the moment she cried because of him.

He selectively ignored the word "break up", stepped forward to hug her, hold the umbrella with one hand, embrace her in his arms with the other, and rub her back, as if to make her warmer: "Don't cry, outside It's cold, will you go back with me?"

"Not good!" Xu Qiao pushed him hard.

Cheng Lang was afraid that she would hurt herself, so she had to let her go: "Then where do you want to go?"

"I want to go home, you give me your passport."

"Don't do this." The matter of returning to China is not a big deal in itself, but Cheng Lang has a hunch that if she is really let go, if this matter cannot be resolved on the spot in London, the result may be in an irreversible situation.

"Do you want to tie me to London? Mr. Cheng, restricting the personal freedom of my ex-girlfriend is too unpopular, right?"

This name caused Cheng Lang to stagnate.

"I just don't want you to make decisions out of anger. You can be unfair to me, but don't be unfair to yourself." He closed his eyes, "Tomorrow, if tomorrow this time, you still have the same idea, I will take the passport Here you are, can you think about it for at least one day?"

"Okay." Xu Qiao didn't think that twenty-four hours would change her mind.

Cheng Lang took out her cell phone to show her: "I just contacted Miss Yu. This is her residence in London. If you don't want to go back with me, can you live with her? I'm really worried about you alone."

——

Xu Qiao did not expect that she would return to Yujin when she was the most desolate.

What Yujin stayed in London was not a hotel, but a guest house, which happened to have two bedrooms. She didn't ask Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang why they quarreled. Seeing her embarrassment, she probably knew that it was not a trivial matter, so she left her private space.

In the afternoon, Yu Jin went to the Jewelry Association to participate in the exchange meeting. Xu Qiao really didn't have this thought, so she stayed in the hotel and did nothing.

Cheng Lang promised her that he would not disturb her unless necessary, and told her not to turn off the phone, lest other people can't find her.

After she returned to the hotel to calm down, she felt that she couldn't be guilty of such a temper, so she kept the communication open again.

As soon as I turned on the phone, I saw Zhu Li sending a message asking her whether to return home on New Year's Eve.

She couldn't help but told her that she had broken up with Cheng Lang.

Zhu Li called on the phone: "What's the matter, you guys?"

"on……"

Xu Qiao felt that a woman was really made of water, and her tears could not stop. She cried before she spoke, and for a while, Zhu Li on the other side panicked, from guessing that Cheng Lang cheated to guessing that he was actually a **** kid.

"No!" Xu Qiao was irritated by her to cry and laugh, but couldn't tell Cheng Lang's hidden illness, so she had to briefly summarize, "He lied to me anyway."

"Oh, as long as it's not a mistake in principle, don't say it's divided!"

"What is a principled error?"

"Just the two I just said, cheating and cheating marriage."

"Then if I found out, he might not like me so seriously?"

"Sure enough, it's the first time to talk about a serious relationship with a little girl. Your question is too small and fresh..." Zhu Li was confused by her question.

"This question is very important!" Xu Qiao argued.

"OK, if you are serious about him, it is really important."

Of course Xu Qiao is serious, and just recently found out that she likes Cheng Lang very much, so today this is a bolt from the blue for her.

"Then if you really can't live with him, you go home!" Zhu Li said.

"My passport was detained by him!" Xu Qiao wiped tears.

"What?" Zhu Li was surprised, "Life is precious, love is more expensive, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown away. How dare this man restrict your personal freedom?"

Xu Qiao explained Cheng Lang's meaning.

"Then even if you buy the latest ticket, you may have to spend the New Year on the plane." Zhu Li couldn't bear it.

"Whatever you want," Xu Qiao said in a non-mainstream atmosphere of love burial.

——

Xu Qiao barely fell asleep all night.

At noon the next day, 24 hours a day, I picked up my mobile phone and sent a message to Cheng Lang, typing only two words: "Passport."

The opposite party did not respond for a long time.

After half an hour passed, Xu Qiao dialed his phone and cursed as soon as he was connected: "Say to return my passport twenty-four hours. It would be boring for you to be a rogue like this!"

After a moment of silence on the other side, he tentatively uttered, "Brother and sister?"

Xu Qiao moved the phone away and glanced, then moved the phone back to her ear: "Mr. Jiang?"

"It's me." Jiang Fang hissed, "So what, you quarreled with President Lang?"

Xu Qiao did not answer directly: "Why is his phone here with you?"

"Hey, he dragged me to drink all night last night. I was confused and fell asleep now."