This Damned Sweetness

Xu Qiao's hands and feet became soft by his rubbing, like a pool of boneless mud, and she couldn't move for a while.

Fortunately, the sound of the elevator door moving away again made her refreshing. She pushed him away as the footsteps approached.

Then, hearing a muffled sound, Cheng Lang's back hit the wall.

At the same time, the neighbor on the opposite side walked around the corner, looking at the two in panic and astonishment, as if they were witnessing a domestic violence scene.

Xu Qiao's heart sighed, and she said she didn't exert any effort. Seeing the neighbor tilted her head and looked at her with a reproachful look of "what's the matter with this little girl", she smiled awkwardly, and pulled Chenglang's arm: "Hey, look at you, drinking so much alcohol, can't you stand still? !"

Then while taking the key to open the door, he dragged people into the house.

After dragging Cheng Lang into the door and just turning on the ceiling light in the living room, Xu Qiao was not distracted to think about what to do next. Seeing him stuck in the hallway, she insisted on asking her again: "Are you going to celebrate Song Mian's birthday? ?"

Xu Qiao took off her high heels and spread out her hands to him in a word: "I didn't know that today was his birthday. I met him in the restaurant and had lunch together-this is a cause and effect."

"So you passed him his birthday." Cheng Lang spoke very slowly to this sad conclusion.

Xu Qiao looked at him funny and kindly.

Is this really drunk and can't understand, or is it pretending to be drunk to find fault?

She observed his face and found no abnormal redness, but seeing the changes in his expression and physical reactions, she was indeed a little slow.

"You stand here honestly for me first." Xu Qiao couldn't understand him, gave him a warning, picked up the phone and walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and called the special assistant who was on standby 24 hours a day. After a phone call, he asked him in a low voice what happened to Cheng Lang tonight.

"Ah? Did Xiao Cheng always go to your place?" Gao Rui was stunned, "I only sent him back to Lishan Mansion about an hour ago."

"Where did he return to the mansion from?"

"General Manager Xiao Cheng participated in the signing ceremony for the merger and acquisition of Long An this afternoon, and had dinner with Dong He of Long An and several senior executives in the evening, and indeed drank a lot of wine at the dinner.

"So when you sent him home, was he already drunk?"

"At that time, Xiao Cheng was always drunk and slow, and he didn't get his face and ears. Do you see if his ears are red now?"

Xu Qiao walked back to the hallway. Because she was wearing flat slippers and couldn't see behind his ears, she waved at him: "Head down."

Cheng Lang frowned, probably uncomfortable, but still lowered his head.

"Oh," Xu Qiao walked back to the room again, "it's pretty red, but why is he so drunk?"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

This average person is too drunk, not to mention using hands and feet, at least to use his mouth and splash, for example, she is, but Cheng Lang looks a little clever, but still maintains a serious calm, saying that being drunk is not like being drunk. I also suspected that he was playing tricks.

"Just..." Xu Qiao thought about adjectives for a long time, "like a puppy."

Gao Rui pondered for a moment, judging from her tone that the word "dog" this time was not derogatory, it seemed to mean Cheng Lang's cleverness, so he smiled: "Maybe it's just in front of you, but Xiao Cheng's liquor is really good. He was drunk even when he was playing games with you at Yujinfang Muse last year. Didn’t he also drink a lot. After the show, he went back to the company to work overtime and held three video conferences. I almost never found him drunk. Up."

Awesome. If you are drunk and don’t drink too much, pull employees to a meeting. Who is the president if you are not the president? You deserve to be rich.

"Then he drank so much tonight, is it for entertainment, or is there any other reason?" Xu Qiao inquired.

"It's socializing, but he didn't give his face casually at the banquet. He drinks a lot today. There may be other reasons."

"It has something to do with me?"

Gao Rui cleared his throat: "That's it. During the lunch break today, a secretary of the President's Office went out to buy coffee. When passing by the cafe, I saw you and Dr. Song eating cake... No, blame them for talking too much. He came back and shouted a few words. Xiao Cheng always knows. I have trained them, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

Why is this not angry? This is too angry.

Because of this mess, Cheng Lang did not remind her to eat on time for two consecutive meals?

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qiao walked to the entrance and looked at him with her arms akimbo: "Why are you so stingy? Hearing a few words, whether I eat or not?"

Cheng Lang looked at her for a while, frowned and said, "He will take care of you."

Xu Qiao understood the meaning of the drunk in front of him.

If it is really a man and a woman celebrating birthdays alone, the nature is indeed rather ambiguous. Maybe Cheng Lang mistakenly thought that she had developed with Song Mian during the window period, and had no identity or position to ask her to ask her clearly, so he could only be jealous.

But she is also very innocent. Obviously, Song Mian and Song Mian have been chatting about Cheng Lang all the time. The ghost knows how the restaurant sends a girl with a cute cake, which seems to be a little sweet surprise she prepared.

"Song Mian and I are innocent. If you want to be jealous, you can also pick the jealous jar?"

"You gave him his birthday." Cheng Lang repeated it again.

Hey, Xu Qiao felt that she had tried her best.

Talk unreasonable to the drunk, wait until he wakes up tomorrow, remember the conversation at this moment, see him not give her a 360 degrees, Thomas kneels in full swing and begged for mercy and said, "I was wrong, I'm sorry. It's a mess."

"But you never asked when my birthday was." Cheng Lang frowned, but his tone didn't seem like questioning, but rather wronged.

"Do you need to ask?" Xu Qiao looked at him with her chest folded, "You must be a Scorpio with a black heart and stomach, your birthday is still far away! Isn't it November?"

Cheng Lang didn't speak, maybe there was nothing to say.

Xu Qiao knew this was the case, and made a "stop" gesture: "Don't worry about this, just say you want to come in or go out? Change slippers if you want to come in, and contact the driver if you want to go out."

Cheng Lang changed his slippers.

It's rather alert now.

Xu Qiao looked left, looked right, and pointed to the sofa: "Sit there by yourself for a while, don't wander around, I'm going to remove my makeup first, and make a bowl of sober soup for you after I'm busy. It's a good example of my ex-girlfriend. ,Ok?"

When he heard the words "ex-girlfriend", Cheng Lang's expression visibly dimmed.

"I was originally an ex-girlfriend. Isn't it allowed to be mentioned? You can sell badly when you get drunk. Who will show it to you!" Xu Qiao looked at him, turned to walk into the bathroom, took off his makeup, and came out to look after simple skin care. By the time Cheng Lang was sitting upright on the sofa, with his hands clasped and his eyes facing the ground, he seemed to be thinking about life events.

She pulled her slippers across the sofa, and suddenly heard him say something lowly: "I hire Song Mian for other reasons."

"Huh?" Surprised that he had been thinking about life for so long, and still having nine cows clinging to Song Mian's affairs, Xu Qiao took two steps backwards, tilting his head to look at him, "What did you say?"

"His father gave my grandfather an emergency treatment, so I hired him."

Cheng Lang's words are less logical than usual when he is sober, but Xu Qiao understands roughly. He was saying that hiring Song Mian had some human relations, because the Song family was kind to the Cheng family, and Song Mian was in a bad situation now, so he intended to help him.

"Why tell me this?" Xu Qiao stroked her nose.

"You met Song Mian because of me."

Oh, it means that he felt that he was kind to Song Mian, but he was kind and not rewarded, so he was sad?

Xu Qiao almost laughed at him.

Did he not listen to her just now? This is basically the "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen" Qiong Yao drama!

"I'll explain it again. I'll be angry if you don't listen!" Xu Qiao stood right in front of him, holding his head up, and saying every word, "I didn't specially celebrate Song Mian's birthday, it was for dinner. Halfway through, when I saw the cake from the restaurant, I realized that today was his birthday. Do you understand?"

Cheng Lang glanced sideways, glanced at her hand holding his face.

Xu Qiao immediately let go of her hand: "Oh, I forgot that you are sick." He looked at his usual look again, and carefully judged, "Hey, it seems that this kind of contact is okay."

"It doesn't matter if it's you." He grabbed her hands and asked her to hold his face back.

Xu Qiao's eyes trembled as if he was about to kiss and hug, and quickly moved away from him: "It's okay to you and I'm to do it! I'm going to make sober soup..."

When will the normal version of Cheng Lang come back, she can't stand it anymore, and I regret that she moved the compassionate heart into the room!

Xu Qiao walked into the kitchen with her hair and searched for the cooking method of the hangover soup with her mobile phone. From the dazzling recipe, she chose a relatively simple method of ingredients and methods-taking some raw egg white and fresh milk to fry the soup.

It's a pity that this recipe is simple. Just separating the egg yolk and the egg white caused Xu Qiao to waste three eggs. When she smashed in the kitchen to free up a bowl of sober soup, she was sleepy.

But Xu Qiao still felt that she was quite remarkable. She hadn't been cooking for more than ten years. The last time she used these pots and pans was when she was a child in her hometown in Nancheng. It's too cheap for her ex-boyfriend.

She brought the hangover soup to the coffee table in front of Cheng Lang: "Drink it, and leave after drinking!"

Cheng Lang looked at her, picked up the porcelain bowl, and scooped a spoon into his mouth with a spoon.

Xu Qiaozheng secretly sighed that this man was really lucky, and suddenly saw his swallowing motion for a while.

"What's the matter?" She blinked.

Cheng Lang gently squeezed out a small piece of broken eggshell from his mouth.

Xu Qiao gave a light cough, "Is it normal to have eggshells with eggs?"

Cheng Lang nodded and said it was normal.

She really felt normal, and muttered: "An egg is so shelly, what's wrong with me falling one piece inside?"

Cheng Lang continued to drink in silence, and after a while, there was another meal, and he took out the second eggshell.

Xu Qiao was not straightforward and strong: "I beat three eggs, three of them are normal!"

When Cheng Lang ate the fourth eggshell and squeezed her throat with a frown, her confidence was finally exhausted, and she pointed to the bowl in his hand: "...Should you stop drinking?"

Cheng Lang shook his head.

Xu Qiao went to grab the sober soup: "Come on, I have to pay if you are stuck!"

"No compensation." Cheng Lang avoided and drank the remaining half of the bowl directly at the edge of the bowl.

Xu Qiao stared at him blankly: "Is there such a delicious drink?"

"general."

"..." The drunk version of Cheng Lang is not sweet anymore!

"Then what do you drink!" Xu Qiao whispered.

"Because you won't cook it for me anymore."

"..." It turned out to be the first to suppress, I'm sorry she took back the reckless definition just now.

Xu Qiao was silent, sat down beside him, crossed his legs to face him: "If you think so, will I cook it for you in the future?"

"Well, miss you."

"..."

Xu Qiao said bitterly: "I mean, do you want me to be..." She paused in the middle of talking, forget it, don't ask.

She moved forward to get close to him, and raised his face again: "I heard that after drinking the truth, I will ask you some questions. You have to start your head with alcohol and answer me without thinking, understand?"

Cheng Lang maintained an uncomfortable head-turning posture and nodded.

"Do you really like me?"

"Yes."

"Where do you like me?"

"Face, body..."

"?" Xu Qiao almost slapped his hand and shouted.

"...Character, temper, knowledge, everything is cute, and I like everything." Fortunately, he answered quickly.

"You like tempers? I have a bad temper!" Xu Qiao looked at him in disbelief.

"This way I can coax you, coax you from unhappy to happy, and I will be happy."

"Oh." Look, a woman really has to be a little bit lovable, Xu Qiao looked up at the ceiling, closed the corners of her mouth, and looked at him seriously again, "Then if I forgive you this time, you will later How do you plan to like me?"

"I won't lie to you again, I won't do things I'm sorry you." Cheng Lang blinked slowly, "As long as you want, as long as I have, I will give you everything."

"Lanchen Group give it to me?"

Cheng Lang seemed to think about it for a moment: "If you give this to you, it will go bankrupt."

"..." It seemed that he was speaking the truth after drinking.

"Then you said as long as I want it!"

Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "Do you want me to go bankrupt?"

"..." She could not say that she was a drunkard.

Cheng Lang raised his hand and rubbed the back of her hand: "The group is not mine alone, so I can't give it to you, but I am yours."

Xu Qiao was filled with sparks from his eyes, as if she had fallen in love again.

She snorted: "I didn't want your group, just talk about it. Am I that unreasonable?"

"Then forgive me, just talk about it?"

Xu Qiao sighed in her heart.

Later today, Song Mian also said something to her when they parted.

He said that in the eyes of him as an outsider, perhaps she and Cheng Lang both got into the horns because of the authorities.

Cheng Lang's need for medical treatment is not a whim, but a long history, but after encountering her, he tried to put desensitization into action. There are subjective factors in this.

The principle of autonomous desensitization of femininity is the desire for a person, which overcomes the fear of disease and shadows. Because Cheng Lang was in a period of extremely complicated mentality in the past, all his actions were mixed with mental illness, so in fact, maybe he didn't distinguish clearly-in the whole process, he listened to the doctor first. I want to find someone for treatment, or because I want someone, I decided to follow the doctor’s advice and cure my disease.

But no matter what, his likes are real, and may be more real than the "likes" that healthy ordinary people often talk about.

After all, he still needs medicine for his heart disease. According to his original condition, he really can't overcome the obstacles in his heart, endure great pain, and repeatedly contact her under the condition of "just to cure the disease."

Then Xu Qiao recalled the physical touches between Cheng Lang and her since the journey, as if gradually relieved.

When her head hit the wall, he endured the torment and rubbed her. After she fell asleep, he insisted on holding her upstairs with his own hands. At these unnecessary moments, he was trying to be a normal person and a competent person. Boyfriend, for her.

Including tonight, his unexpected abnormality in front of her also made her feel strongly that his likes are indeed real.

Then she should be able to let go of the past mistakes.

There was silence all around, some people were frustrated waiting for the answer, some people already had the answer in their hearts.

After a long silence, Xu Qiao raised her chin like Joe, and returned with what he had asked her at the beginning: "Do you remember anything when you were drunk?"

Cheng Lang did what she did last time, and was a little stunned.

"I mean, can you remember our conversation the next day?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Okay, you are drunk now. I won’t discuss business with you. Today, February 13th, half an hour will be Valentine’s Day. I see your performance tomorrow and decide not to forgive you. If you don’t remember me now With these words, you deserve to be a single dog!"

Cheng Lang nodded solemnly, raised his hand to cup her face: "I will remember, I will remember."