This Damned Sweetness

On weekends, time is limited. Cheng Lang arranged for Xu Qiao to "fly" and prepare a low-altitude helicopter tour of the west, from forest to grassland, from snow-capped mountains to lake, from desert candlelight dinner to flower sea camping, let alone worry about life Child, Xu Qiao played so much that she even forgot who she was.

Compared to pure shopping to vent, Cheng Lang's itinerary can be said to be quite good. Nature always has a peculiar healing power. When you see the vastness and vastness of the mountains and rivers, you will naturally find that the troubles are small.

Xu Qiao was comforted a lot by Cheng Lang. After two days and one night of play, she opened up a little bit more. After thinking about it carefully, the expectation of the elders is just hope that they can welcome a new life and make the icing on the cake for the family. This new life is required to bear the responsibility of giving charcoal in the snow.

So most of her pressure during this period of time was actually given to herself, and there may be some ingredients that make her feel depressed because she can't drink small wine. If she figured it out, it would be nothing.

After returning from the west, the nightlife of Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang was restored to the harmonious state before pregnancy. After all, there is no need to think about the position that is more suitable for conception, and there is no need to suppress the nature in order to maintain the best condition. On the day of conception, a human-creation movement is carried out.

In London, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother learned that Xu Qiao had collapsed and cried. They were so guilty that they didn't know what to do to comfort her. After much deliberation, they allocated a holiday villa in a neighboring city to her.

When Zhu Li heard about this, she joked that if she collapses once a month and prepares for two years of pregnancy, wouldn't she be a local tycoon?

Xu Qiao almost cut off from her crow's mouth.

Zhu Lifei said that this is called the "anti-milk effect", betting Xu Qiao would have two gangs next month, saying that if it comes true, whether the child is a boy or a girl, he will recognize her as a godmother in the future.

Xu Qiao refused to take advantage of her. She touched her belly to make her baby hold her back. She was not allowed to come in this month.

September is the first anniversary of the wedding of Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang.

The wedding anniversary of the two was calculated according to the date of obtaining the certificate, and they decided to wait for November to officially celebrate their second anniversary. The first anniversary of the wedding banquet was simply spent in Beicheng.

Cheng Lang originally arranged a high-altitude dinner for the sightseeing cable car, but Xu Qiao recently had a lot of miscellaneous projects on hand. After several days of rushing to design drawings, he was a bit tired. In addition to the cold air, the outdoor autumn rain was cold and cold, so he simply cancelled his plan to go out. Stay at home comfortably.

After Cheng Lang got off work, he drove five minutes to the office building diagonally opposite to pick up Xu Qiao. When that happened, Lin Bai said that she had not finished her work.

Cheng Lang walked into Xu Qiao's independent office and saw that she was making a video call with a client on the computer.

She quietly gave him a gesture, motioned him to sit on the sofa and wait, and then said to the computer: "President Xiaohe, your idea is not difficult to realize on the design drawing, but you also know that the higher the color level, the yellow The more expensive the diamonds and blue diamonds become, the more the studio may not be able to obtain the raw materials in a short time."

The computer voice was turned on, and Cheng Lang clearly heard a young male voice smiling and saying: "Miss Yu just let go of the design, I will solve the raw materials."

Xu Qiao showed a "wow" expression.

It seems that Mr. He, like Mr. Cheng, is also a master who has a place in the domineering circle.

Cheng Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Qiao.

He understood the overtones represented by every expression on her face. Seeing her slightly ridiculous smile, she knew that she was comparing this Xiao He with him.

"You want to get a diamond ring at the end of the year. It's a bit rushed based on the construction period. I suggest that if there is no suitable yellow diamond, the moon part of the diamond ring can be replaced with white diamonds. The concept of white moonlight is also romantic. As for the stars... "Xu Qiao thought deeply.

"I still insist on using Brilliant Blue," the male voice came out from the computer again, "but you can give in on the carat number. After all, the so-called stars are over the moon, and the stars are just a foil to the moon."

Xu Qiao raised her eyebrows and nodded to the camera: "Xiao He has a very good temperament."

"Miss Yu won the prize."

Cheng Lang's index finger tapped silently on the edge of the coffee table, waiting patiently for the two of you to come and me to communicate details.

After Xu Qiao hung up the video call, she raised her eyes and saw Cheng Lang looking at her with interest.

"Baby, I remember that you rarely accept personal customizations. What special charm does this customer have that can make you make an exception for him?" He asked with a smile.

Xu Qiao gently turned the boss chair, walked over to the sofa, sat on his legs, and put his arms around his neck and sniffed: "Did your husband eat dumplings today?"

He nodded and said: "Dip in old vinegar."

"No wonder the office air is sour."

Cheng Lang smiled and squeezed her waist to prevent her from changing the subject: "Which President Xiaohe was just now? Do I know him?"

"You should know him, He Xingyuan from Hong Kong Xiang Ting Hotel."

Cheng Lang retrieved the information in his mind and nodded: "It seems younger than me?"

"It seems to be, he looks very seductive." Xu Qiao poked his Adam's apple with a grin.

With Xu Qiao's aesthetics, she has been praised as "eye-catching", which is already very valuable.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "So make an exception for him?"

"Hey, no, everyone is going to propose to his girlfriend, okay!"

Because of Zhu Li, who also runs the hotel industry, Xu Qiao had a relationship with He Xingyuan in a commercial ribbon-cutting event. The other party happened to be interested in customizing the wedding ring and chose her after learning about her work.

This is a coincidence. After Zhao Baoxing's fall, he broke his relationship with Wen Yue's plastic sisters. Xu Qiao was inspired by this and designed a star and moon bracelet that represents the sisters' affection. Originally, I wanted to draw a sketch for the two of them, but later wanted to open it. I think it’s too boring to fight with people who are not at the same level, and I think it’s fine, so I remodeled and refined this bracelet into a serious work.

This time, He Xingyuan caught a glimpse of its design concept.

Of course, what he wants is not a bracelet, but a wedding ring.

Xu Qiao explained the causes and consequences to Cheng Lang, and then said: “As a jewelry designer, it is happier to be chosen because of fame and because the design concept is chosen. I think it is quite destined, and this President Xiao He Unlike the ladies and young ladies in the circle, they have serious business strength, maybe they can get on the line, and they can join forces with you in the mall? How about, is the wife of the president particularly competent and foresight? "

"Moreover," Xu Qiao thought of coaxing Cheng Lang temporarily. After all, in the mall, where does Cheng Lang need her to match up.

Of course Cheng Lang knew that she was making up things, but he couldn't deny the comfort that these words brought to people. He nodded and thought for a while to continue asking: "But I think the attitude of Mr. He to follow up the project in person seems too much. More diligent?"

Xu Qiao smiled and looked at Cheng Lang.

He was not really questioning He Xingyuan, but begging her to be obedient.

Near Zhu Zhechi, who has lived with Cheng Lang for more than two years, Xu Qiao's mouth is not only "into the poisonous tongue", but also "returns to be sweet words."

"Then don't look at whose wife I am? I am not just a jewelry designer, but also the wife of the president of the Lanson Group. How can anyone dare to let the assistant evasive me, of course I have to follow up the design myself!"

Cheng Lang kissed her lips: "Did you eat toast today?"

Xu Qiao nodded: "Dip honey jam."

"No wonder the office air is so sweet."

From Cheng Lang's reaction, Xu Qiao realized what it means to be a coaxing sense of accomplishment, and said happily, "My husband, can I cook for you tonight?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and recalled that two and a half years ago, the bowl of sober soup was full of eggshells.

Xu Qiao had a black face and stood up from him: "What kind of expression do you look like? That's not enough! I'll give it to others later!"

"Next," Cheng Lang pulled the person back with a smile, and promised to be very sincere, "I really miss my baby's cooking skills a bit."

Because of the busy work, there are people taking care of food, clothing, housing and transportation 24 hours a day. After marriage, the two have almost never washed their hands and made soup. The last time Cheng Lang went to cook was last year to coax Xu Qiao, who was derailed by a dream and turned into shape Show her a process, let her take photos and videos, show her husband in the circle of friends, I really want to say that it is delicious, after all, God can't tell him everything.

As for Xu Qiao, if you put aside the bowl of sober soup more than two years ago, he still retains his debut.

For Xu Qiao's foreseeable cooking skills, Cheng Lang is not so much missed, as it is hoped that she will be able to make some small (幺) surprise (moth) happy (child) this time.

Since she has this interest, of course he will not defeat her. It is always the process of cooking that pays attention to the taste. As for the result, whether it is delicious or not, he will eat it as long as it is not poisonous.

On the way home, the two asked the auntie to prepare the ingredients in advance. Xu Qiao slept in the car to regenerate energy, went home to remove makeup and wash his face, regained consciousness, and went into the kitchen.

Cooking skills can be bad, and the equipment must be complete. Xu Qiao rummaged through the kitchen cabinet to find the apron she had customized before, and asked Cheng Lang to fasten it for her. He washed his hands and walked to the kitchen counter. He got up from wherever he fell and picked up two eggs. Knock the edge of the bowl.

Cheng Lang stood by and admired her beating eggs, bending over to check her results.

"Wait a moment!" Xu Qiao snatched away the bowl, turned her back and picked up the chopsticks to pick the eggshell. After picking it for a long time, she couldn't shake the little scum.

Cheng Lang smiled and moved his arms from behind her, holding her hand to pick the eggshell.

The husband and wife picked up the broken eggshells together, and Xu Qiao picked up the egg beater to beat the egg liquid, while instructing Cheng Lang: "wash me two tomatoes."

Cheng Lang turned around to beat her.

An entry-level tomato scrambled eggs was scrambled by Xu Qiao. The first time it was scrambled, the golden eggs were all stained with burnt color, and he did it again unbelief.

Cheng Lang deliberately pointed her a few words, and swallowed it when the words came to her lips, giving her creative freedom and not damaging her self-confidence.

When he put the second plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes out of the pot, Xu Qiao nervously picked up a piece of light yellow egg with his chopsticks and fed it to his mouth.

Cheng Lang chewed the tasting slowly, not swallowing it particularly smoothly. He seemed to be considering the tasting words: "I think..."

Xu Qiaobi made a "stop" gesture, and stopped talking about false feelings. She also picked up a chopsticks and egg into her mouth to try.

As a result, after chewing twice, I was irritated by the smell of the egg. I rushed to the trash can and vomited everything in my mouth. I still felt that my stomach was churning, holding on to the sink and started to vomit something in my stomach.

After the first person on the earth to faint with a smile, Xu Qiao became the first person in the world to eat his own dishes.

She asked Cheng Lang, crying, "Why is this egg so fishy?"

Because she didn't add cooking wine, the oil temperature was too cold to prevent frying when scrambled eggs for the second time.

No process Lang did not explain this, and said, "It's a chicken problem."

"What does this chicken eat every day? It lays such a fishy egg!" Xu Qiao looked at the plate of tomato scrambled eggs angrily.

Cheng Lang brought the fruit plate, took a strawberry and fed it to her mouth: "Eat something sweet to taste."

Unexpectedly, Xu Qiao chewed twice and vomited next to the sink again.

This posture seems to have nothing to do with innocent eggs.

"Are there any other discomforts?" Cheng Lang frowned, touched her forehead with one hand, and continued to give her a smooth back.

Xu Qiao retched a few times and vomited nothing.

She arched her back and shook her head: "No..."

Cheng Lang's eyes changed slightly, thinking of something, and took a cup of warm water to rinse her mouth.

Xu Qiao eased his energy with warm water, and sighed while holding his stomach: "I don't think I have anything to do with the kitchen in this life. I will never cook again..."

"Baby," Cheng Lang thought back, "I seem to hear you crying sleepy these days. Has the period been postponed again?"

Xu Qiao was stunned.

She didn't care because she had experienced several oolongs and the period was delayed for a few days.

"You mean..." She blinked slowly, and swallowed nervously while touching her stomach. "No way?"

Cheng Lang pulled her upstairs and took down a new pregnancy test stick for her.

Xu Qiao looked expectant and afraid of being hurt, grabbing the toilet door and fighting with his left and right feet, hesitating, "What if it's an oolong again?"

"Then go and kill the chicken that lays such a fishy egg, and give you a stew." Cheng Lang said with a smile.

Xu Qiao was amused by him, took a deep breath, and walked in with the pregnancy test stick.

Cheng Lang waited outside, taking a deep breath as well.

He was not in a hurry for the child's arrival, but he was afraid that Xu Qiao was hit for the third time, and finally his stable mood collapsed again.

After five minutes of long wait, the bathroom door was opened with a snap.

Xu Qiao stared at him blankly and slowly raised the pregnancy test stick in his hand.

Cheng Lang looked down, two bars, one deep and one shallow.

In the dead silence, Cheng Lang's expression went from tight to loose, and then quickly returned to a tight state, and then recovered in an instant. He stepped forward and hugged her, breathing trembling, his chin lightly resting on her. Rub the shoulder socket.

Xu Qiao was still startled, but did not react. When he was carried into his arms, her nose suddenly sore, tears filled her eyes.

She hugged him back: "Husband, we have a baby..."

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