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Chapter 16

Before considering getting on the bus or not, Xu Qiao first glanced at the partition rising between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

The first time a girl got into a strange man's car, should she be wary of it? This distant nerd suddenly sounded in her ears like a replay of the distant verb, with a three hundred and sixty-degree three-dimensional surround and a sarcastic echo.

Seeing Cheng Lang's expression of being so angry that his face turned pale after being hugged by her waist, Xu Qiao now reasonably doubted that what he said at the time was - should he be more alert to his car by a strange girl for the first time?

She pointed her index finger straight at the metal partition with a very insulting meaning: "Xiao Cheng always has paranoia for being victimized. She feels that women all over the world are drooling at you so much that they want to touch you?"

Cheng Lang glanced at the car, but before he could explain, he was stopped by her "stop" gesture.

"You have to pay for the atrocities of your employees, right?" Xu Qiao curled his lips with a smile, "Okay, it's not safe to walk alone at night, so let's go two."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the tall buildings hidden in the clouds in the distance: "It's at least one kilometer from here to the hotel. The temperature is less than ten degrees Celsius now, and it may rain within fifteen minutes."

"Then don't leave."

Xu Qiao shrugged and turned her head away. After walking a few steps, her shoulders suddenly sank and she covered her suit.

"Put it down before leaving." Cheng Lang walked up to her and saw her stop, and naturally made a gesture of "please".

Xu Qiao looked at him sideways, and his tolerance for this man changed his understanding again.

When she was dating Cheng Ye, she did not restrain her temper at all. She even tried to coax her to "sleep" because he was full of sperm and always wanted to "sleep", so she became more and more serious. So, the master of the National People's Congress persisted for a week and really fled in panic.

Now it seems that this brother has a strong ability to withstand pressure. He is a big boss with more than a dozen digits. He keeps the luxury car at hand and doesn't drive it. Da Lengtian said that he will accompany her to walk with her.

Xu Qiao was just talking casually and wanted to give him an excuse, but now he was serious and he was heading straight towards the hotel.

Cheng Lang slowed down and walked behind her side.

The two of them were speechless all the way. At first, one was unwilling to pay attention to it, and the other was silent. In the second half, a few drops of drizzle fell from the sky. Xu Qiao was panting when he rushed to the road. The soreness of the lower abdomen became stronger and stronger during menstruation. Even if he wanted to speak, he had no strength.

When she arrived at Odley, she threw the suit to Cheng Lang without saying a word, silently expressing her intention to part ways.

Cheng Lang noticed her pale face and frowned: "Don't feel comfortable?"

"No!" She couldn't help but talk, and turned around and walked into the lobby impatiently.

Cheng Lang followed again.

"Are you finished?" She held her waist with one hand and breathed gently.

Cheng Lang spread his hands: "I just want to go up and get my suit back."

“…”

Xu Qiao looked at the expression "At this time, you are still thinking about your broken suit, you are stingy and awesome", nodded and followed him into the elevator, went to the 21st floor suite, opened the room door and entered in a fierce manner, picked up the suit on the back of the chair and smashed the person waiting outside the door.

Cheng Lang took the suit, his eyes fell on the door, and he closed the door for her without saying a word.

With a "click", the huge house fell into silence.

“Which location?”

Gao Rui pointed to the place in the corner of the back seat: "It's almost here."

Cheng Lang's brows twisted into the character "Chuan", and fragmentary scenes seemed to have been opened, and they emerged in his mind one by one: Xu Qiao was huddled in the corner when he sat in the back seat of Zeppelin; after getting off the car, he staggered forward and breathing in pain; and the powerful sentence just now, "Can your face look good when you have dysmenorrhea?"
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