Chapter 77

Xu Qiao felt drowned in the sauna.

For innumerable moments, she did not seem to be on a yacht, but just on a thin boat, drifting with the current.

The tide rises and falls, sometimes overflows the boat, engulfs her and drowns her, and gives her life after she screams and collapses, and makes her gasp.

The warm sea water is higher and higher, and she trembles in the waves, as if she had become a fish lacking oxygen and water.

Two kinds of contradictory complex pull her soul, half is empty desire, half is impatient for help, make her to try to surface posture, can't settle the dust.

Until the wooden house, the harsh bell of the timer suddenly rang.

She suddenly opened her eyes from the chaos and saw Cheng Lang kneeling devoutly in front of the wooden chair, slowly straightening his waist and looking up at her.

His forehead was blue and his temples were sweating like rain, and his breathing was more disordered than hers.

It seems that the tight string was broken by this scene, her eyes burst into white light, her back arched into an arc, and then the whole person collapsed from the wooden chair and fell into his arms.

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on the way back to her room, Xu Qiao nests in Cheng Lang's arms, closes her eyes and pretends to be dead.

When he tucked her into the bed, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and turned away, he quietly opened his eyes.

At this moment, I just saw Cheng Lang go to the door in his sweat clothes and take the door with him.

Just after coming out of the sauna, he took her to the bathroom to take a shower, and splashed herself.

Xu Qiao held the quilt and breathed softly. After a moment's silence, she still couldn't calm down and covered her face with a series of non-human onomatopoeia.

Cheng Lang did fulfill his promise not to do it to the end, and his sweat clothes were intact in the end. But it seems to be more shameful than the so-called doing it in the end.

She must be steaming dizzy, will be bewitched to let him.

But we can't say anything about him. After all, she enjoys more.

Xu Qiao patted her hot cheek and fluttered a few times in the quilt. Her calf suddenly got cramped.

Maybe it's just been hanging for a long time.

She breathed in with her legs, and when she had calmed down, her mind gradually recovered.

After lying for a while, she got up from the bed and began to think about how Cheng Lang hadn't come back.

It shouldn't take so long to take a shower

Xu Qiao felt as if she was a scum man who would run away when she was in a good mood. She felt comfortable and didn't ask people whether they needed reciprocity or not. Although he would definitely say no, she pretended to be dead. She felt a little sorry when she thought about it.

Xu Qiao frowned and hesitated to go to the bathroom to find Cheng Lang when he heard the door knocked.

It's not the usual frequency of "knock once, knock twice" used by waiters, that's Cheng Lang.

She dived into the bed and turned her back. Sure enough, she heard someone open the door.

The sound of footsteps is approaching, and the edge of the bed collapses. It's Cheng Lang who sits down.

Overhead came Laughter: "get up and drink some water."

Xu Qiao closed her eyes and ignored him.

"Well behaved," Cheng Lang reached for her cheek. "If you don't add enough water, it's bad for your body and skin."

She opened her eyes in dismay and got up. As soon as she saw him, her mind was like a movie. She quickly looked away.

Cheng Lang rubs the top of her hair and feeds her a glass of warm water.

With water, she found that she was really thirsty, Gudong Gudong drink most of the cup.

"Any more?" Watch her stop, Cheng Lang asks.

She shook her head.

Cheng Lang put the cup on the bedside table, wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with his finger pulp, and raised his chin: "can I come up?"

There was no need to ask about such things at home. He was taking care of her still feeling.

As soon as Xu Qiao was satisfied, she was not coy. She moved aside and patted the bed generously.

Cheng Lang sat up, leaned against the pillow, took her into his arms, rubbed her shoulder, and asked, "are you tired?"

She looked up at him: "I didn't work hard, should I ask you that?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and didn't answer.

Xu Qiao poked his waist: "talking, are you tired?"

"You want me to tell you the truth?"

Xu Qiao raised her head to his line of sight, intuiting that his question was not "truth warning", but "Sao warning".

She just wanted to compare a fork, motioned him not to say, he had lowered his head, in her ear whispered: "you will feel tired because of eating delicious?"

“……” She was seriously concerned about whether he was tired or not. Who asked him if he was delicious!

Xu Qiao stares at him.

Cheng Lang took the second half of the sentence with a smile: "of course, the body is not tired, the heart is still a little tired."

Xu Qiao's momentum of staring at people weakened: "Why are you tired...""What do you say?"

Xu Qiao thought he was right. He must have been living on his own in the bathroom just now.

She cleared her throat sheepishly. "You can ask me for help."

"How can I help you?" Cheng Lang picks his eyebrows.

"Just..." Xu Qiao weakly shook his hand, "this, don't you also use this?"

"I'm afraid I'm tired of you." Cheng Lang held her hand and clasped her five fingers. "Don't toss your hand in painting, just be comfortable."

“……” Xu Qiao looked at him, "do I feel comfortable? Why is it comfortable to press your head by force? "

"Oh," Cheng Lang nodded thoughtfully, "is that uncomfortable?"

Xu Qiao opened her eyes modestly and did not speak.

Cheng Lang seems to be very satisfied with her reaction and hugs her closer: "darling, you can do it every day if you want."

Xu Qiao's face was hot, but she was a little sweet in her heart. She finally admitted his credit and pecked on his lips: "my husband worked hard."

"No hard work, serve the baby."

Xu Qiao leaned into his arms with a smile and said, "I won't let you feel tired next time."

"Well? What, next time? "

Xu Qiao asked him knowingly, but he didn't say anything. He compared a "small box" gesture with his index finger and thumb: "there was that time."

Cheng Lang's eyes moved slightly: "do you really want to?"

"I've been kissing you all over, and I still ask such bullshit!" Xu Qiao gouged out his eyes.

"Then..." Cheng Lang lengthened his voice, "it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day?"

Xu Qiao was stunned: "didn't you say the yacht wasn't equipped?"

"I'm not prepared." Cheng Lang nodded.

"Is that the sea, you want to let the helicopter to air drop family planning supplies?" She was surprised, and suddenly found that Cheng Lang's handwriting was not impossible. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that he planned to do it.

Isn't she going to be a woman in the history of the CEO circle.

Cheng Lang was amused by her unrestrained idea, and his shoulder trembled with laughter: "this battle may be a little too big, I'm afraid to disturb the frontier."

"What do you think?"

"I mean, I didn't prepare it, but there might be staff on board." Cheng Lang explained.

"They'll be on the boat..."

"No, it's used as a tool for survival in the wild. Some crew members will habitually take it with them in case of emergency."

"Can that be used as a survival tool in the wild?"

Xu Qiao with a new sense of knowledge, grinding around Cheng Lang, asked what kind of use can be sent.

Cheng Lang patiently listed several usages with her and briefly explained a few principles. As she said this, he saw that her face was "so funny and funny". She completely deviated from the track and forgot the way she was doing business. He stopped and asked, "so shall we use its original function tonight?"

Xu Qiao gave a cold belch.

The saying "next time" is just like the Chinese saying "next time I'll go to my house for dinner". It's just a casual saying. It's bold and ambitious to let go first, and later things will be discussed. How does she know Cheng Lang can really make a trick.

With a trace of luck, she coughed and said, "go and ask if there is any!"

Cheng Lang turns his head and presses down the intercom.

Xu Qiao red faced to listen to his simple and rude request, hear really sometimes, scalp numb.

Five minutes later, a crew member knocked on the door and brought a pile of small boxes.

Xu Qiao gaped: "it's too much. What do you think of us?"

Cheng Lang picked up the box and looked at it: "don't worry, just collected different models."

“……” Well, they're kind of sweet.

Xu Qiao smokes the corners of her mouth and sees Cheng Lang throw a pile of boxes into the bedside drawer, leaving only one box to be removed.

She glanced and blinked.

He seems very confident!

What romantic wave, he is the wave of waves.

Xu Qiao stares at him and slowly shrinks to the corner of the bed.

Cheng Lang laughingly looked at her and said, "what are you hiding in such a big place?"

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in the vast sea, Xu Qiao had nowhere to escape.

Soon, she seemed to be back in the sauna. The surrounding air was heavy, and the whole cabin was filled with a feeling of love.

I don't know if it's a man or a boat. The chandeliers on the ceiling are swaying, and the lights on all sides are crisscrossing, just like breathing one after another in the room.

The quilt rolled to one side, and the humidity gradually increased. At a certain moment, a repressive voice sounded in the room, like sobbing, like crying.

The moonlight is like water, and the shadow on the wall is low. It seems to be murmuring something comforting.

And then the choking goes away, and in its place is a gentle whisper.

According to the weather forecast, it's sunny on the sea tonight, but Xu Qiao hears all the dangerous and romantic messages about the sea.The flying flowers are chasing the waves.

She fluttered like a kite in his arms.

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as the long night passed and the golden red sunrise shone into the cabin, Xu Qiao woke up in Cheng Lang's arms.

She moved, he immediately opened his eyes, looked down at her, and looked out of the window at the sun, apologized: "I forgot to draw the curtains last night."

It's normal to forget these details.

Xu Qiao wanted to say "it's OK", but when she came out, she found that her voice was hoarse, as if she had been grinded by coarse sand, and she closed her mouth in shame.

"Blame me." Cheng Lang lowers his head and kisses her, "I'll get up and pour you a glass of water."

Xu Qiao shook his head and held his waist tightly: "I don't want to drink water."

Cheng Lang laughs and covers the back of her hand with the palm: "do you want to drink water, or do you want to leave me?"

"Just know it in your heart!" Xu Qiao stares at him and leans on him. It seems that he is extremely dependent on his body after last night. If he doesn't stick to it, he will feel something is missing and he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Cheng Lang stroked her long hair on the pillow and was about to say that he could hold her to pour water. Suddenly he remembered something: "honey, did you hold a handkerchief last night?"

Xu Qiao was stunned and raised her head: "eh, it seems that there is no such thing."

Because of this strange discovery, the story behind the handkerchief seems not so sad. She said miraculously: "in the past, I used to hold the handkerchief because I was in bed with my mother when I was a child. I was used to holding the corner of her dress to sleep every day. In this way, when she got up early in the morning and went out to sea, I would know the truth for the first time. Later, when my mother was gone, it was not decent to hold a dress empty, so I used a handkerchief instead. "

"Did you sleep well without handkerchief last night?" Cheng Lang asked.

She looked at him and nodded: "just now."

Cheng Lang smiles: "it seems that we can change our favorite?"

"Yummy!" Xu Qiao chucked him with a smile, remembered what, observed his face, and found that his forehead was dry, not sweating, "did you get sick last night?"

Cheng Lang seems to be stunned and shakes his head slowly: "it should not be."

"So I cured you!" Xu Qiao excitedly turned over and got up, involving the pain. Ouch, she said bitterly, "the price is still a little big..."

Cheng Lang takes her into his arms with a smile: "baby, it's hard."

Xu Qiao embraces him contentedly: "not hard, serve for husband."

The author has something to say:

· you said that you two had such a problem that it would be over?

·Mr. Lang and miss Qiao: are we not going to be early?