The sonorous scolding quickly alarmed the owner of the house.

"Oh, my god, what happened?" Ellio walked over with an electric toothbrush in his arms, looked at the mess all over the ground in shock, and said to Yu Jin, who was carrying cleaning tools on the side, "I just said that this man doesn't look very kind-hearted. Look, is he really a good friend?"

"If it weren't for a friend, I should have started to speak like this." Yu Jin dragged the ground, explained to Elio and then to Xu Qiao, "He said he was the one who contacted me before. I heard that the name matched me, so I let him in. I originally wanted to call you, but he saw that you were drawing it very seriously and told me not to disturb you."

People who can recognize swans as ducks still understand art?

Xu Qiao wrinkled his nose in disgust and looked at the matte door with a cold light at the end of the aisle: "Did he come alone?"

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

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

Yu Jin and Elio both looked at Xu Qiao, probably saying that they wanted her to ask, after all, they were not familiar with him.

Xu Qiao walked to the bathroom door reluctantly and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door when he heard Cheng Lang talking on the phone, and he was saying, "How long will it take?"

——Probably someone is sending clothes.

Xu Qiao knocked on the door: "There is a male owner here, and I can lend you clothes."

"No." Cheng Lang replied.

"Your followers will come to save you soon?"

There was no sound inside.

How can a man with such a glorious appearance admit that he is in a dilemma? Xu Qiao said "tsk": "Don't dominate other people's bathroom! I'll bring you a new clothes that Ellio hasn't worn before, and you can change it first."

Cheng Lang still endured and didn't say anything.

Xu Qiao guessed that this time's silence meant "okay", so she followed Elio to pick out clothes.

To be honest, Elio's dressing taste and design style are indeed a bit niche, especially men's clothing. Xu Qiao is usually quite optimistic, but he really has to choose from the heavy metal style that looks like a paint plate that has been overturned to Cheng Lang, who has always worn only black, white and gray...

Xu Qiao laughed in Elio's cloakroom, from "hehehe" to "gee goose" to "giggle", and laughed for a while when she looked at a piece of clothing.

Ellio stood outside the door and whispered to Yujin: "What's wrong with her?"

Yu Jin shrugged and expressed his lack of understanding: "The first time I saw her smiling so happily. It turned out that she was pretending to be happy with us a few days ago."

Xu Qiao forced herself to straighten her waist and leaned against the closet to stop laughing: "Sorry, I just have a picture in my mind."

When she thought of the weak, pitiful and helpless president in the toilet, who would put on these paint buckets and scatter big gold chains, she felt that there was still happiness in this world.

Xu Qiao chose a lot, "the general in the short man" took a thin navy blue sweater and a pair of black spliced ​​trousers, and smiled and sent it to the bathroom.

Cheng Lang moved a crack away from the door and took it through it. After two minutes, he shouted with confidence: "Xu Qiao."

Xu Qiao hugged her arms and leaned against the white wall outside the door, and her index finger danced on her forearm: "Ah, won't you do it? Wear the hollow part of the top in front and put the zipper on the right. Don't say I deliberately made you anti-human design for you. If you want to walk on the top of the trend, there are bohemian shirts, punk denims, and hippie-style cardigans..."

"Okay." Cheng Lang couldn't bear to interrupt her. After changing her clothes, he saw Xu Qiao and Elio tilting their heads in their chests and standing in line to greet him.

Ellio: "wow..."

Xu Qiao: "azing..."

What’s special about this sweater is that its “y” collar extends downwards on the basis of deep v, and what leaks out is the sexiest part of the man’s body - if the man has a good figure.

Xu Qiao stared at Cheng Lang's front with his eyes straight and swallowed.

She swears that she has absolutely no ulterior motives. She just thinks this sweater is the most ordinary new product in Elio's cloakroom, but he didn't know that Cheng Lang could wear it so shockingly.

Cheng Lang's eyes were slightly dark.

His cultivation made him not show the expression of "the taste in your fashion circle is really bald", and he restrainedly said to Ellio, "Thank you for your clothes" - standard Italian.

Ellio danced in surprise and replied in his native language: "It is an honor to meet a model like you! I am willing to give it to you!"

Although Xu Qiao didn't understand everything, he guessed Elio's meaning and stitched him: "He has money, don't be polite to him, and take him a good deal, including the floor cleaning fee."

Elio wanted to say something else, and was dragged back to the room by Tulip.

The couple made room for them to speak, but they were so quiet that they would not make noise or make trouble, but Xu Qiao suddenly felt at a loss.

This has nothing to do with Cheng Lang himself.

Perhaps the reason is that the person standing opposite her at this moment is the "old friend" who belongs to "that world".

The negative thoughts covered by the farce just now came back, like watching a lively comedy comedy and funny movie. After laughing, the curtain fell and returned to the deserted real world.

Xu Qiao felt his head heavy, and the feeling of fatigue came again. While covering up his emotions, he turned around to clean up the easel, and asked him casually: "What are you doing here?"

"Discuss business," Cheng Lang followed, "by the way..."

"Oh," Xu Qiao remembered something, cut off his words, and said happily, "Did you bring the letter?"

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

"?" Another day? Then he has time tonight to explore the road first to see if there is any danger?

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

"It depends on the situation." Cheng Lang looked at her expression "Milan does not welcome you" and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh..." Xu Qiao squatted beside the bucket to clean the brush, and thought of something, "Someone will pick you up later. Do you want them to bring the letter?"

"The letter locked in the safe."

"so what?"

"No one except me knows the password."

"Then tell them."

"There are other confidential documents inside."

“…”

"Is that safe all right?" Xu Qiao raised his head angrily. Because of the squatting posture, the hem of the gauze skirt was scattered all over the ground, and he looked like a smug white flower that I felt sorry for.

Cheng Lang lowered his eyes to her for a while, nodded before she completely broke out: "Okay." He said that, picking up his phone and sending a message to someone.

Xu Qiao stood up with satisfaction. Before she could straighten her back completely, her head was dizzy and she shook her whole body.

Cheng Lang quickly held her elbow, saw her standing firmly, and was about to leave. He recalled the temperature he felt through the gauze skirt, frowned and said, "Stop busy, burn again."

"Is that true?" Xu Qiao touched his forehead, "No wonder she felt so tired that she thought she was angry with you."

“…”

"Where is the ear thermos?" Cheng Lang asked.

“In the room.”

Cheng Lang looked in, as if he was not satisfied with the size of the room and the simplicity of the decoration, but at this time he was not overly entangled with it, and raised his chin: "Go and lie down."

"What are you going to do?" Xu Qiao blocked his hand in front of his clothes.

"What can I do?" he asked back.

Xu Qiao touched his nose and walked in, looking at him vigilantly.

"I'm in." Cheng Lang followed her in, waited for her to lie down, pulled up the quilt, picked up the ear thermometer from the bedside table to take her body temperature.

38:20.

"I didn't have to burn it like this..." Cheng Lang said halfway, and saw her staring at the numbers on the ear thermos in fear, and stopped again, "When was the last time I took the antipyretic medicine?"

"It seems to be nine o'clock in the morning? ten o'clock?" She blinked her eyes in confusion.

"Where is the medicine?"

It was like not feeling the pain when I didn't find the wound, but I couldn't help but start to moan as soon as I found it. Xu Qiao was not feeling very uncomfortable just now, knowing that he was a small fireball of more than 38 degrees, and suddenly he withered, huddled in the quilt and said: "In the drawer..."

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

Xu Qiao opened her mouth.

Cheng Lang's hand was still still.

"..." Why? Is this going to make her stick her tongue to lick the medicine from the help of her?

Xu Qiao looked at him in confusion.

Cheng Lang looked back at her for granted.

It seems that one is used to being served by others, and the other has never served anyone, and both of them are a little confused.

Finally, Xu Qiao stretched out his hand depressedly, took the medicine and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with the water in his hand.

"Drink a few more sips." Cheng Lang stopped talking and urged.

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

"How can I reduce my fever like this? Then I'd better ask the doctor to get an injection tomorrow morning."

“…”

Xu Qiao raised his head, held his breath and finished drinking a whole glass of water. When he raised his eyes, he saw the fleeting smile on the corner of Cheng Lang's mouth.

"Why are you laughing at me? Are you happy to see me sick?" she said angrily.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Just feel..."
To be continued...