Chapter 25

Cheng Lang's words give Gao Rui a deeper understanding of the so-called "gambler's psychology" -- if the money goes down and the profit doesn't come back, then the money can't be wasted. He can only put in more money while he is unwilling.

It's just Cheng Lang's hand. In the end, it's as unpredictable as the changes on the gambling table.

After all, people live to fight for breath, but Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao want to fight for the breath of "you didn't care about me at the beginning, but today I let you down". How can we win or lose?

Curious Gao Rui really wants to catch up with the finale and see who wins.

But look at Xu Qiao's situation over there. I'm afraid it's wishful thinking.

For several days, the news from Milan always said that she had a good life without any signs of depression. Every morning, she took a bus with Yujin and Elio to the store in the promenade of emmanuele II, and then stayed in the studio all day, where three meals a day were settled. As for what she did, she couldn't see. But once, when she came out, she didn't know what to do It's stained with paint, maybe painting.

No matter what Cheng Lang thinks, Gao Rui is surprised at the news.

Having witnessed the delicacy of Xu Qiao's injection and treatment, it's hard for him to imagine that she would be as relaxed as no one else at first.

And according to their survey, Yujin and Elio started from scratch. Although they are successful in business, they are not particularly extravagant. Their houses in the north city are only about the standard of ordinary middle-class families. It can be imagined that the consumption of food and clothing is not much higher. At the beginning, Xu Qiao had to stay in a hotel for thousands of yuan even if she borrowed money. How could she adapt so quickly to the life from extravagance to frugality?

Gao Rui feels that if something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

Until a week later, the news spread that Jinlu jewelry entered the bankruptcy proceedings, and the news report that Jinlu grass-roots employees went to the company to smash and make trouble was very noisy. But on that day, Xu Qiao still went to the studio well, and even talked and laughed with Yu Jin when she got off the car, so Gao Rui couldn't sit still.

When people are sad, they are not afraid of your crying, they are afraid of you as if nothing happened.

If you hold your head for a long time, it will rebound.

The next day, Milan said that Xu Qiao didn't go to the store today. I don't know if something happened.

When he got the news, Gao Ruigang came out of the group reception room.

After the cancellation of the dream island project, Cheng Lang started to reorganize lanchen department store, one of which was to innovate the brand. Recently, on behalf of Cheng Lang, he received several local brands interested in entering lanchen.

When he returned to the office on the 62nd floor, he told Cheng Lang a few words about the meaning of the brand. Maybe the speed of the speech was too fast. Cheng Lang made a gesture when he heard half of it: "if you have something more important, just say it."

"Miss Xu didn't go to the store today," Gao Rui blurted out without hesitation. "She has no other place in Milan. Will she..."

Cheng Lang put down the conference materials, frowned and let out a sigh: "make a phone call."

Gao Rui took the landline, pressed the hands-free key, dialed the number Xu Qiao called last time, and when it was almost full, he heard a voice like "hello..."

"Miss Xu?"

That end is silent for a moment, clear throat hoarse voice way: "Oh, yes."

Cheng Lang frowned deeper, picked up the receiver: "sick?"

Xu Qiao's breath was a little heavy, and her voice seemed to squeeze out of her throat: "I just didn't wake up. I'm only at eight o'clock in the morning. Don't disturb me..."

"Are you alone now?" Cheng Lang does not argue with her at this juncture, "no one takes you to see a doctor?"

"I don't need to see a doctor..." Xu Qiao raised her voice and mumbled, embarrassed and broken. The rest of her words floated a little empty, "I don't want to go to the hospital..."

Cheng Lang is silent.

Xu Qiao strongly protested to go to the hospital in front of him last time. He thought that she was just in a temper and deliberately disagreed with him. Later, when he heard about her biological mother, he had another guess.

Before her biological mother died, the course of disease was not short, so she should have lived in the hospital for many days. She was still young at that time, so she might have cast a shadow on the hospital.

Cheng Lang said, "first tell me what symptoms you have now."

Xu Qiao did not speak.

"If you don't tell me, you have to have an injection, a hospital stay, and an operation to cure a disease that could have been cured by taking medicine."

"I'm going to enter the morgue if you swear any more..." Xu Qiao's voice sounds like crying.

"Then tell me."

"I have a sore throat. I don't have much strength. I feel sleepy and cold."

"I think I have a fever. Do you have an ear temperature gun at hand?"

"No, I don't want to move."

"Then I'll ask the doctor to come here. If you need a fever reducing injection, you can cooperate."

"How can you cheat? Don't you think you can take medicine? I don't want an injection. You can't get the address out of my mouth! " Xu Qiao finished in a hurry, as if afraid that he was ill, but his IQ would not fight him, he would leak his address and hang up the phone.Of course, Cheng Lang doesn't care. She doesn't say the address, but she has a headache because of her habit of abandoning the phone. She rubs her temple and asks Gao Rui to contact Yu Jin to take care of her.

Gao Ruilin wanted to dial the phone: "Mr. Cheng, I think Miss Xu's two friends are also busy people. They can't take good care of her. Moreover, Miss Xu's friendship with them may not be very deep. That's why they are so worried about things I mean, Miss Xu has been going on for so many days and suddenly fell ill. It's not easy. Why don't you go to Milan and take this opportunity to get her back? You can't make people stare at you every day. You can't make people toss about like this when there's any movement. "

Cheng Lang looks at him and doesn't speak.

That look is probably saying "are you kidding?".

"Oh, let's not pick up Miss Xu," said Gao Rui, picking up his tablet and drawing out a column of work plans. "You see, there are several emerging brands in Italy that are in the innovation plan of lanchen. Would you like to take time out of your busy schedule to have a field trip?"

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when Xu Qiao wakes up from her heavy and oppressive sleep, she sees Yu Jin sitting beside the bed with a glass of water: "Qiao, wake up, you have a fever. Get up and take a medicine to relieve the fever."

After Xu Qiao had a sleep, she felt more weighty. She lay still and said vaguely, "how did you come back?"

"Someone contacted me and said you were sick." Yujin put the medicine in her mouth.

Xu Qiao sat up with his elbow and swallowed the medicine with water: "Cheng Lang?"

"They didn't give their names." Yu Jin rolled his eyes and said, "Qiao, are we friends? I'm right beside you, but I have to hear from someone 5000 miles away that you are sick. In the morning, Elio and I asked you if you were sick, and you said you just wanted to sleep in... "

Xu Qiao didn't pay attention to Yu Jin's words at the moment. She just spit: "dog man!"

"Well?"

Xu Qiao snorted: "I didn't say I was with you at all. He must have gone astray to investigate me! Shame on you

Yu Jin seems to be dazed by her full Zhongqi: "is that your boyfriend?"

"How can it be!" She shook her head, thinking "does he deserve it?" with a look of "where is this and where?".

"It's just that you scold him like I scold Elio." Yu Jin shrugged, "well, you continue to rest. I'll be at home with you today."

"A customer has made an appointment to come to the store today to discuss the customized scheme of ring and dress." Xu Qiao reminds her.

"Is that why you lied to us that you weren't sick?" Yu Jin said, "it doesn't matter. Let ellio deal with it first."

Xu qiaochui lay down, groping and holding the handkerchief in the quilt.

-

this night, she went to sleep until dark. After taking antipyretic medicine, she sweated. Xu Qiao's fever subsided temporarily. She was fed with curcuma and drank a bowl of porridge. She said she wanted to draw.

In fact, she has only been doing painting this week.

Yu Jin appreciates her unique vision and high-level aesthetic appreciation of jewelry, but she has to honestly point out that this young lady has wasted her basic skills for a long time. She has delicate ideas in her head, but they become rough and cheap when implemented on the drawings. Therefore, she can only start from the foundation to re cultivate and Polish - first hand drawing, then electric drawing.

"What are you worried about?" Yu Jin said helplessly, "you've been holding a pen from morning till night recently. Are you willing to let it go when you're sick? I don't want to make a profit from you right now. You can take your time, really. "

"I just want to move. I'm falling asleep." Xu Qiao climbed out of bed, straightened the skirt of her white nightgown and began to build an easel.

This guest room is not big, a bed, a row of wardrobes, a desk is almost full of all the space, painting shelf can only be put on the door, open the door, use a small section of the aisle outside.

Yu Jin lightened the spotlight on her head and patted her on the shoulder: "then I'll go to the cinema for a while and check your achievements later."

She nodded, adjusted the position of the high chair according to the light, sat down with her back toward the living room, picked up the paint plate and pen, and prepared to color a swan painting that had been painted for two days.

This sitting was about half an hour. At the end of the sitting, Xu Qiao heard the footsteps behind her. She waved her pen and said, "the time is right. The next two strokes will be over. Do you think it looks like this time?"

Xu Qiao finally brushed two details. She leaned back slightly and was about to take a long look at the whole. Suddenly she heard a slightly hoarse male voice on her head: "it's like you."

She turned back in surprise and saw the moment when the person came. The color plate in her hand trembled, and the colorful paint splashed on his white shirt.

Cheng Lang

Xu Qiao lowered his eyes and watched the fresh blue and white paint trickle down his shirt placket all the way to the unspeakable place.

Xu Qiao

She suddenly opened her eyes wrongly and looked up like a ghost: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Lang closed his eyes and kept a stiff stance: "is this question very important now?"Xu Qiao even "Oh" two, put down the pigment tray and pen, ran into the room to bring a tissue to him.

Cheng Lang took out a few pieces of paper and wanted to wipe them on his body. He looked at Xu Qiao's face with the expression of "how miserable, this is too miserable for his mother." he stared at his embarrassment and stopped: "turn around."

"Why don't you turn around?" She pointed to the bathroom at the end of the aisle, "or you can pee."

Cheng Lang forbeared, turned around, stepped forward and stopped. He turned back and pointed to her painting: "with yellow paint, it should be more like."

Xu Qiao Leng Leng, and others out of the distance to react: "you are the duck! The cheapest duck for two hundred nights