Chapter 57

The murderous Xu Qiao who owes her boyfriend does not have the prestige for long.

The next morning, Cheng Lang knocked on the door and told her to get up for breakfast. She curled up on the bed like a dying shrimp and couldn't move. She bowed to the door of the guest room and said, "I can't get up. I won't eat any more..."

"Sick?" Cheng Lang frowned and twisted the door handle. Halfway through it, he stopped and said, "I'm in."

"Oh..." Xu Qiao replied feebly.

Cheng Lang opens the door and goes in. He sees that she is wrapped in the quilt and only shows half of her head. She looks at him curtly.

"What's the matter?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her forehead.

"My frustrated aunt came to see me..."

Cheng Lang was relieved.

Xu Qiao was choked by his "OK" micro expression: "what's your reaction?"

"I thought you were sick."

"Do you think I'm better than ill now? Have you ever heard of "dysmenorrhea is not a disease, it will kill you when it hurts" Xu Qiao a "day does not understand the night of the black" hate expression.

"What about the physiological products I prepared for you last time?"

"I just took the painkiller, but it didn't work yet." Xu Qiao closed her eyes in the self life and death ceremony.

Cheng Lang pushed her messy hair away from her forehead: "is it useful for me to rub it for you now?"

Xu Qiao a stir to work properly and open eyes again: "rub which?"

"Where it hurts, rub it."

That location is too private! I'm going to rub my pants.

"Don't rub it." Xu Qiao rolled up the quilt, left and right, and made herself look like a worm.

"What can I do?"

"What do you think you can do when your wife has a baby?"

Cheng Lang thought about it carefully and said, "cheer up at the side?"

“……”

Xu Qiao's rhetorical question originally meant "of course you can't do anything", but when he gave a serious answer, she imagined the scene of the collapse of human beings and laughed: "it's so stupid."

Cheng Lang wants to have some fun to distract her, but she turns her back. He said with a smile: "I see you scold people on the spirit, or I give you a few words?"

"How can you curse me out of thin air? You have to let me find fault first. "

Cheng Lang's hand touches it.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao was taken to hide.

"Find fault with you." Cheng Lang fumbled for the seam she was hiding. "The quilt is open, good."

"Wow, you're so inspiring, you're so daring, you're so beautiful

Cheng Lang stopped his hand and said with a smile, "do you know what other people think of my hand when they attended activities before?"

"Why?"

"Gentleman's hand."

Xu Qiao's mouth said: "as expected, you can only cheat others."

Cheng Lang said with a noncommittal smile, "don't you want me to rub it?"

"If it's fake, it's guaranteed."

"Shall I bring in breakfast and feed you something?"

"I have no appetite."

"I'll have to go to the airport later. I'll have a little stomach pad, or I'll have hypoglycemia again."

Xu Qiao compromised and struggled to get up and brush her teeth.

Cheng Lang brought a bowl of pumpkin porridge and sat by the bed, feeding her with spoonfuls.

"When shall we start?" Xu Qiao asked dispiritly after drinking the porridge.

Cheng Lang looked at his watch and said, "in an hour and a half, you can still have a rest."

"Didn't you say it would take off after ten?"

"You don't have to go too far in advance to take the group's business plane."

"Oh? Do I use this for private use? "

Cheng Lang laughs: "when I'm a girlfriend, I don't need to distinguish between public and private."

"Bang Xu Qiao snorts, and when Cheng Lang turns his head and gives the bowl to Aunt sun, his calmness collapses. He holds the quilt and makes the bed tremble with laughter.

It's great to have a boyfriend with money.

Cheng Lang wiped his hands with a towel, drew the shade curtain tightly for Xu Qiao, and turned back.

Xu Qiao immediately restrained her smile and continued to be calm.

He patted her across the quilt: "sleep a little longer."

Xu Qiao felt his full stomach and complained: "I'm fed up by you, and I can't sleep."

"Then I'll rub it for you to digest?"

Xu Qiao threw him a little Xu Feidao: "are you sure it's a gentleman's hand?"

"Of course."

"All right." She spread the quilt and put on a "come on" posture.

You don't have to be so explicit.

"Don't catch cold." Cheng Lang smiles and sits on the edge of the bed. He covers her with the quilt again. His hand goes in from the edge and gropes for her stomach.

Xu Qiao suddenly realized that it was not right. She breathed in.

Cheng Lang's palm fell in an instant. He was stunned and asked, "what are you doing?"

Xu Qiao hung her breath and refused to relax.

Cheng Lang suddenly understood: "no matter how thin a girl is, it's impossible for her stomach not to be full."Xu Qiao stares at him.

He raised his hand and gave her a chance to talk.

"Who says I'm afraid you think I'm fat?" Xu Qiao a face "you this face very big" query expression, "my this stature is not enough for you to see?"

"Oh, more than enough." Cheng Lang gave her steps with a smile and moved his hand away from her stomach. "If you don't want to rub your stomach, just rub your stomach. Does dysmenorrhea hurt here?"

Xu Qiao lay flat with stiff hands and feet: "still need to go down..."

"Here?" Cheng Lang moved a little more.

"Further down..."

Cheng Lang's movement is a little bit sluggish. He opens his eyes and rolls his Adam's apple. When he moves down again, he becomes cautious.

Feeling his hand sliding inch by inch along her navel, Xu qiaomeng pressed the back of his hand: "stop!"

Cheng Lang looks down at her.

"Here we are..." Xu Qiao cleared her throat.

Cheng Lang's hand began to rub gently.

Warm spread, Xu Qiao atmosphere can not feel the gentle healing touch, the body slowly relax, command him: "can use more force."

"You have to do it in circles."

"Slow down."

Cheng Lang quickly grasped the essentials.

Xu Qiao closed her eyes and moved her toes comfortably: "it seems that smart people learn everything quickly."

Cheng Lang laughs: "still girlfriend teaches well."

"Glib..." Xu Qiao's consciousness gradually blurred. She read a few words in a daze and went to sleep again.

Cheng Lang continued his mechanical work, and found that the touch across a layer of cloth caused almost no adverse reactions. He leaned against the bed board and heaved a breath.

-

after a 10 hour flight at 1pm London time, they landed at the airport business terminal.

Xu Qiao spent her time on the plane watching an old movie. She had a dinner in the middle of the flight. The rest of the time she spent was half watching and half reading magazines. She also put on a make-up before landing.

The conditions on the private business plane are similar to those of a simple hotel on the ground. It's not tiring at all. She recovered a little. When she got off the plane, she saw that London was cloudless in the afternoon and was in a good mood. She asked Cheng Lang what to do for a while.

"Have afternoon tea first." Five hours before they had their plane meal, it's time for them to have some food. When Cheng Lang passed by the VIP lounge, he asked, "about an hour's drive to the city, do you want to go to the bathroom now? Go straight this way to the end and turn left. "

Xu Qiao nodded and took the handbag with aunt's towel: "you wait for me in the lounge."

Cheng Lang turns into the lounge, chooses a seat at random by the door, takes his mobile phone and replies to some work messages. Yu Guang suddenly sees three young women passing by through the glass wall.

Two of them walked a little behind, with the meaning of a little cluster, following the one in front.

Cheng Lang turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly and fixed on the pedestrians.

Soon, a female voice confirmed his guess: "Yue Yue, go to the bathroom to make up?"

It's Wen Yue and her friends.

Cheng Lang makes a decision in three seconds. Before Wen Yue goes to the place where Xu Qiao is, he pushes open the door of the rest room and goes out: "Miss Wen?"

Wen Yue stopped, looked back, took off his sunglasses, and was pleasantly surprised: "Cheng Lang, it's such a coincidence."

Cheng Lang nods to her and the two stunned women behind her.

Wen Yue put out a proper gesture and introduced the two people behind him with a smile: "this is Huayin, the granddaughter of Huaying entertainment, and this is Zhoufei, the niece of Zhoudong of Bisheng real estate."

Then he motioned to Cheng Lang with the two people behind him: "I don't need to introduce more, Mr. Cheng of lanchen group."

"Xiao Cheng is always good." They waved nervously and excitedly.

Cheng Lang nodded, looked quietly in the direction of the bathroom, and continued to talk with Wen Yue: "maybe Miss Wen's trip is also for the London high-end jewelry exhibition tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, so are you?"

"Yes."

Wen Yue looked behind him and saw that he was alone. He bit his lip. He seemed to want to say something and suddenly stopped.

Zhou Fei's eyes dribbled around and interrupted: "in fact, Yue Yue was tired of participating in this kind of jewelry exhibition. This time, he was invited here to take it back to his alma mater, didn't he?" Say pestle, pestle Wenyue.

"Well, I came here one day in advance. I'm going to visit my alma mater this afternoon."

"Oh, yes." Cheng Lang nodded faintly.

Zhou Fei said anxiously, "Xiao Cheng and Yue Yue graduated from a university. Do you want to join them?"

Wen Yue stealthily pinched her wrist and hinted that she would not talk much.

Cheng Lang glances at the direction of the bathroom again, but still doesn't see Xu Qiao.

However, the topic has come to an end.

He turned his eyes and said with a smile, "sorry, I have other important arrangements."

Wen Yue's face seemed to be a little bit hard to hang. He said with a dry smile, "it's OK. You're busy. I'll go first."Cheng Lang nodded, waited for the three to go away, sighed, and picked up his mobile phone to send a message to Xu Qiao.

In the bathroom compartment, Xu Qiao was pulling the side zipper of her skirt when she heard a vibration coming from the shelf beside her.

As soon as I zipped up, I was ready to pick up my handbag and push the door out. Suddenly, I heard the sound of several high heels and one of the excited female voices: "I think Cheng Lang must be interesting to you!"

“？” Xu Qiao's action of pressing the door lock stopped abruptly.

Outside the compartment, another female voice quickly echoed: "yes, otherwise, how can I deliberately pull you to say so much? There's something wrong with the way he looks at you. It seems that he doesn't want you to go. "

Xu Qiao silent gas smile, a hand bag, a hand akimbo, ready to listen to the heroine who is.

Then, a very familiar voice rang out: "don't talk nonsense, we are the relationship between the elder and the younger."

Grass.

Xu Qiao made a rude remark in her heart.

Wen Yue continued: "and I heard that he seems to have a girlfriend."

"Who? I haven't seen him bring it out. "

"I don't know. A while ago, someone from lanchen said that a woman dressed in disguise came to the group to find him and entered his office." Wen Yue replied.

"That's definitely the 18 line network star who can't see the light and doesn't enter the class. This kind of game is just casual and fresh. How can we talk about marriage? Maybe our girlfriends can't be counted."

"Yes, I think you and Cheng Lang are too lady, too gentleman, dawdling! I'll go straight up if I change it! Men, in fact, all take it. "

Xu Qiao's forehead was bursting with broken hair.

"Besides, we'll meet again at the exhibition tomorrow." Wen Yue stops two people, "mend makeup first."

"Oh, Yue Yue, your handbag is so beautiful. Is it a new series just launched by their family this year? You've got it before it's even marketed? " Hua Yin points to Wen Yue's bag and asks.

Zhou Fei replied: "you just found out, I envy all the way. Alas, this family's bags are really "watching dishes and cooking". It's not enough just to spend money, but also to have contacts. A few days ago, I asked my uncle to help me grab the diamond inlaid handbag that only came out of their family that year. I didn't even get a diamond! "

Wen Yue said with a smile: "that handbag almost flows into the hands of political celebrities every year. There is really no way."

Xu Qiao silent sneer, weighed the palm of the diamond bag, opened the compartment door and went out.

Three women with lipstick froze in front of the mirror.

Wen Yue's hand trembled and lipstick came out of the corner of his mouth.

in a leisurely manner, Xu Qiao haven't met in a long time. He put his handbag on the side shelf, squeezed some hand washing liquid on his hands, and rubbed bubbles slowly. "Miss Wen, it's really you. I haven't seen you for a long time."