Chapter 26

The sonorous cursing soon alarmed the owner of the house.

"Oh, my God, what happened?" Ellio came over with an electric toothbrush in his mouth, looked at the mess in shock, and said to Yu Jin, who was carrying a cleaning tool beside him, "I just said that this man doesn't look very nice. Look, is he really a friend?"

"If it wasn't a friend, it would have been a fight." Yu Jin drags down to the ground and explains to Elio, then explains to Xu Qiao, "he said that he was the person who contacted me before. I let him in when I heard that his name was right. I wanted to call you originally, but he saw that you were drawing very carefully. Let me not disturb you."

This kind of person who can recognize a swan as a duck knows art?

Xu Qiao frowned and looked at the frosted door at the end of the corridor: "did he come alone?"

"It seems that," Yu Jin said, "the car that sent him downstairs has been driving away for a while."

Ellio pointed to the bathroom: "Oh, does he need a new suit now?"

Yu Jin and Elio are looking straight at Xu Qiao, which probably means to ask her, after all, they are not familiar with him.

Xu Qiao reluctantly walked to the bathroom door, just about to raise her hand and knock on the door, heard Cheng Lang's voice on the phone, he said: "how long will it take?"

I'm probably having clothes delivered.

Xu Qiao knocked on the door: "here is a man who can borrow your clothes."

"No Cheng Langhui.

"Your followers will soon be able to save you?"

There was no sound inside.

How can such a man admit that he is in a dilemma? Xu Qiao "tut" A: "you don't dominate other people's restroom! I'll bring you a new suit that Elio didn't wear. You put it on first

Cheng Lang was still patient and didn't speak.

Xu Qiao guessed that this silence meant "OK", so she followed Elio to pick clothes.

To tell you the truth, Elio's dressing taste and design style are indeed a little bit of a niche, especially for men's wear. Xu Qiao is quite optimistic about it at ordinary times, but she really wants to choose from the heavy metal wind that seems to overturn the pigment plate to give Cheng Lang, who has never worn only black and white and gray

Xu Qiao laughs in Elio's cloakroom, from "ha ha" to "geese" to "giggle", and laughs at a dress.

Ellio stood outside the door and whispered to Yu Jin, "what's wrong with her?"

Yu Jin shrugged and said that he didn't understand: "the first time I saw her smile so happily. It turns out that she was having a fake fun with us a few days ago. "

Xu Qiaomian straightened up, leaned against the wardrobe and stopped laughing: "sorry, I just have a picture in my mind."

The thought that the weak and helpless president in the toilet would put on these paint buckets and throw all over the gold chain made her feel that there was still happiness in the world.

Xu qiaoqian selects ten thousand choices. He takes a navy blue sweater and a pair of black stitched trousers and sends them to the bathroom with a smile.

Cheng Lang removed a crack in the door and took it. Two minutes later, he called out: "Xu Qiao."

Xu Qiao leaned her arms against the white wall outside the door, and her index finger was dancing on her little arm: "ah, can't you do it? The cut-out part of the coat is put on the front, and the zipper of the trousers is put on the right. Don't say that I deliberately tease you to give you anti-human design. If you want to be on the cutting edge of fashion, there are Bohemian shirts, punk cowboys, hippie cardigans... "

"All right." Cheng Lang can't bear to interrupt her. After changing her clothes, she comes out and sees Xu Qiao and Elio holding their chest and head askew, standing in line to meet him.

Elio: "wow..."

Xu Qiao: "amazing..."

What's special about this sweater is that its "Y" collar extends down from the deep V, and what it leaks is the sexiest part of a man - if the man has a good figure.

Xu Qiao stares straight at Cheng Lang's front and swallows.

She swore that she had no ulterior motives. She just thinks that this sweater is the most ordinary new product in Elio's cloakroom. How could Cheng Lang dress it so earthshaking.

Cheng Lang's eyes were a little dim.

He didn't show the expression of "the taste of your fashion circle is really bald". He restrained himself to say "thank you for your clothes" - Standard Italian.

Ellio danced in surprise and replied in his native language: "it's an honor to meet a model like you! I'd like to give it to you! "

Although Xu Qiao didn't understand everything, she guessed Elio's meaning and pestered him: "he has plenty of money. Don't be polite to him. Charge him well, including the floor cleaning fee."

Ellio was dragged back to his room by tulip.

The couple made room for them to talk, but it was so quiet that Xu Qiao was at a loss.

This has nothing to do with Cheng Lang himself.

The reason may be that the person standing opposite her at the moment is an "old friend" who belongs to "that world".The negative thoughts covered by the farce just now make a comeback. It's like watching a hilarious comedy. After laughing, the curtain falls and you return to the cold and pure real world.

Xu Qiao felt that her head was a little heavy, and her tiredness followed him again. While hiding her emotion, she went back to clean up her easel and asked him casually, "what are you doing here?"

"On business," Cheng Lang said, "by the way..."

"Oh," Xu Qiao thought of something, cut off the beginning of his words and said happily, "did you bring the letter?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "I didn't take it with me. I'll give it to you another day."

“？” Another day? Is he going to have to look for the way to see if there is any danger?

Xu Qiao questioned: "do you want to stay in Milan for a long time?"

"It depends." Cheng Lang looks at her "Milan does not welcome you" expression and raises her eyebrows.

"Oh..." Xu Qiao squatted at the edge of the bucket to clean the brush, and then thought, "someone will come to pick you up later, you let them bring the letter?"

"The letter is locked in the safe."

"So?"

"No one knows the password except me."

"Then tell them."

"There are other confidential documents in it."

“……”

"Did you bring the whole safe to the head office?" Xu Qiao raised her head angrily. Because of the squatting posture, the gauze skirt was scattered all over the ground. The whole person looked like a small white flower that could not be folded.

Cheng Lang looked down at her for a while and nodded before she broke out completely: "OK." Then he picked up his cell phone to send a message.

Xu Qiao stood up with satisfaction, but he didn't straighten his back completely. His head was dizzy, and he shook himself.

Cheng Lang quickly raised her elbow and saw her stand firmly. He touched her and left. He recalled the temperature he felt across the gauze skirt. He frowned and said, "don't hurry. It's burning again."

"Is it?" Xu Qiao touched his forehead. "No wonder I feel so tired. I thought I was angry with you."

“……”

"Where's the Erwin gun?" Cheng Lang asked.

"In the room."

Cheng Lang looked in and seemed dissatisfied with the size of the room and the simplicity of the decoration, but he didn't get too tangled in it. He raised his chin and said, "go and lie down."

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao put her hand in front of her skirt.

"Can I do it?" He asked.

Xu Qiao felt her nose and walked in, looking at him warily from the corner of her eyes.

"I came in." Cheng Lang goes in behind her, waits for her to lie down, pulls up the quilt, picks up the ear temperature gun from the bedside table to take her temperature.

It's 38.2 degrees.

"I didn't cook like this..." In the middle of Cheng Lang's speech, she stared at the number on the ER Wen gun and stopped, "when did you take the antipyretic last time?"

"Like nine in the morning? Ten o'clock? " She blinked her eyes in confusion.

"Where's the medicine?"

It's just like when I didn't find the wound, I didn't feel pain. When I found it, I couldn't help but start to cry. Xu Qiaogang didn't feel so bad. She knew that she was a little fireball with 38 degrees, and then she withered. She shrank in the quilt and whispered: "in the drawer..."

Cheng Lang took out the antipyretic, checked the instructions, picked up the thermos pot, poured a glass of water, and passed the medicine on the wrapping paper.

Xu Qiao opens her mouth.

Cheng Lang's hand is still in place.

“……” What, is it to let her stick out her tongue and lick to get the medicine by herself?

Xu Qiao looked at him suspiciously.

Cheng Lang naturally looked back at her.

It seems that one is used to being served and the other has never served before. They are both confused.

Finally, Xu Qiaoyu reached out and put the medicine into his mouth. He swallowed the water in his hand.

"Drink more." Cheng Lang sees her stop talking, urges a way.

"No, I want to go to the bathroom. I'm too lazy to move." She curled up lazily and shivered.

"How can it reduce the fever? I'll call the doctor for an injection tomorrow morning. "

“……”

Xu Qiao raises his head and gulps down a whole glass of water. He raises his eyes and sees Cheng Lang's fleeting smile.

"What are you laughing at? Are you happy to see me sick?" She said angrily.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "just feel..."

“？”

Feeling that she was like this, he finally confirmed that he was not blind at the beginning - the little girl was a little cute when she was good.

"You are just Schadenfreude," said Xu Qiao, looking at his inability to speak. "You can go!"

“……” It seems that she was just a little cute for a while.

"Then I'll go," Cheng Lang stood up calmly. "I'll give it to you another day."

Xu Qiao a Leng under reaction come over, a hold his cape: "you give me stop!"

Cheng Lang looked down at her: "hmm?""Wait until the letter comes..." Xu Qiao said with humiliation.

"Where shall I sit?"

With the expression of "where else do you want to sit?" Xu Qiao pointed out the door: "in addition to my bed, chair, sofa, floor, you can choose."

It's a real thief.

Cheng Lang sighed and nodded: "if you have something to call me."

Xu Qiao couldn't speak any more. She gave a groan.

Cheng Lang turns off the ceiling light for her, leaves a small night light in the corner, and leaves the door behind.

-

a quarter of an hour later, Gao Rui brought a new suit and a safe. Seeing Cheng Lang's cool boy shape, he was shocked and did not dare to look directly at him.

Cheng Langya said in a low voice, "take out the letter." Then he picked up his shirt and trousers and went to the bathroom to change them.

When he came out, Gao Rui had neatly folded more than ten letters and handed them to him: "why do you want me to take insurance with you..."

Cheng Lang signs him to shut up and looks in the direction of Xu Qiao's room.

Gao Rui nodded his head.

Cheng Lang picks up the letter and goes to Xu Qiao's room, knocking on the door.

There's no response in there.

"Xu Qiao?" He gave a tentative cry, but got no answer. He gently pushed the door open and went in. He found that the person on the bed had fallen asleep, but he didn't sleep very well. He held the corner of the handkerchief in his hand until his nails were almost embedded in the meat.

Cheng Lang puts the letter into the drawer of the bedside table and turns to pull her handkerchief.

In her sleep, Xu Qiao didn't know what she met, but she refused to let go. Instead, she held her hand more tightly, and the skin and flesh of her palm were imprinted with crescent moon.

With a sigh, he bent down and took away the handkerchief. Xu Qiao seemed to be in a hurry and grabbed his hand.

Cheng Lang stayed in place for a moment.

The oxygen in the lung seemed to be rapidly evacuated by the air pump, and the wave of suffocation swept in. He subconsciously wanted to shake her away. Before he moved, he heard a weak voice.

"Don't go, don't go..." Xu Qiao trembled her eyelashes and held his hand. She seemed to be crying in her dream.

Cheng Lang just stopped the force of going out. His heart beat faster and faster, and his back was dripping with sweat. However, his hand seemed to be cast by the "don't go", and he couldn't move.