In addition to the urging effect of alcohol, there is another reason why Xu Qiao was very excited tonight. Although the decoration of this apartment looks formulaic, Xu Qianjin, who has always known how to enjoy life, discovered a unique way of doing things.

For example, in the bathroom she is in now, the wall lights on all sides can adjust the brightness. If the wall lights are turned to the dimmest and light up the spotlights directly above the bathtub, it can create a highlight stage effect.

A single song of bathing song was repeated seven or eight times. Xu Qiao was thirsty and stopped her voice, raised her goblet, drank two glasses of wine, one red and one white, and put the glasses on the edge of the bathtub with drunken eyes, straightened her body, leaned forward on one side of her shoulder, and made a Marilyn Monroe look, throwing a wink towards the misty mirror in the bathroom.

"The Mirror of Magic Mirror tells me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

After asking, he swung his body one hundred and eighty degrees into the foam-covered pool, scooped up a handful of red rose petals, and changed his tone and tone: "Of course it's you, the noble princess."

Xu Qiao lowered his head with satisfaction, admired himself for a moment under the highlights, and raised the rose petals in his palm upwards with regretful feeling of "I don't know who is honored to see such a beautiful scenery".

With a clear "bang", the goblet on the edge of the bathtub was knocked off by her arm and fell to pieces.

Xu Qiao was stunned. Before he could lean over to see the miserable situation of the wine glass, he suddenly heard a hurrying footsteps. As the rose rain fell on his head, the bathroom door was unscrewed and someone eagerly broke into the door.

Xu Qiao raised her head and kept silent with her mouth half open.

Cheng Lang gasped and rushed to the door with a kick-

Bathtub, foam, roses, beauty bathing in the water, and soul-catching gatherings from above.

The bright white, the bright red, and the dazzling ups and downs.

If the frequency of human soul tremor can be accurately captured and calculated, a man's data at this moment should have approached the limit.

The rose that fell on Xu Qiao's shoulder was shaking by the wind brought into Cheng Lang. After shaking, it slid silently along her shoulder line.

Xu Qiao suddenly woke up, and his eyes, which were filled with water vapor due to drunkenness, slowly completed the focus: "Ah——"

Cheng Lang quickly turned his back, and Xu Qiao also turned around at the same time. When hiding, he slipped and hit the tiled wall.

After a "bang" that was so heavy that it was amazingly muffled, she instantly curled up into a ball.

Cheng Lang turned around in shock, stepped forward and bent his knees and squatted: "Where did you hit me?"

Xu Qiao covered her head tightly, bent into a ripe shrimp, and intermittent moans were overflowing from her mouth.

Cheng Lang held the back of her head, spread her hand open, and rubbed her forehead with force: "Is this here?"

Xu Qiao was so confused that he couldn't find Bei. His head was blank and forgot about the current situation. He just shouted "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts," and hid in his hands with tears.

"Don't move, you have to rub it open, otherwise it will become bruised." Cheng Lang kept rubbing his hands for a while, and then suddenly realized something. He hesitated and slowed down his movements, staring at the hand covering Xu Qiao's forehead.

The belated sense of suffocation and oppression followed, and he let her go uncontrollably as if he was burned by fire.

Xu Qiao then came to his senses, hurriedly picked up the bath towel hanging on the wall and wrapped himself in his eyes, panting and frightening.

Cheng Lang quickly got up before she exploded into a ball of gorgeous fireworks, and turned his eyes away: "You put on your clothes first." Then he hurried out of the bathroom and covered the door for her.

Xu Qiao's head, which was dull due to alcohol, finally found the accurate shouting words at this moment: "Abnormal! You are a pervert!"

Cheng Lang walked to the living room, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, bent his back and held the edge of the dining table in the living room to calm down. Before he could completely remove from his sweaty condition, Xu Qiao walked out in anger wrapped in a bathrobe, holding an empty wine bottle for wolves in his hand.

He pulled his bow tie, barely breathed, raised his hand to surrender: "Listen to my explanation."

Xu Qiao weighed the bottle of wine in his hand and raised his chin: "Okay, you say." Dayou means that if he says something wrong, he will use his head as a baseball in the next second.

"The driver said you bought a lot of wine and went home. I was worried. I called you and no one answered after calling more than a dozen times. I thought something happened to you."

"When I rushed over, I saw clothes scattered all over the floor in the living room, wine bottles everywhere. I was about to call you, but I heard the sound of glass breaking in the bathroom. I opened the door directly because I was anxious."

Xu Qiao shook into Jiu's head, holding her temples and thinking about the logic before and after the words.

"You can check for missed calls on your phone." Cheng Lang added.

"Wait." Xu Qiao put the wine bottle aside, squatted down, and found his cell phone from the pile of clothes in the living room.

Cheng Lang's eyes fell from top to bottom and left her bathrobe as soon as he left her head, pulled her bow tie looser, and rolled her Adam's apple up and down.

Because he was not very awake, it took Xu Qiao two minutes to move his eyes away from the screen of his phone, and then he thought of something and held the bottle again: "Wait a minute, then how did you come in?"

Cheng Lang choked, as if trying to drill into a half-drunk woman's thinking loophole: "The bathroom door is not locked."

"Don't change the concept!" Xu Qiao glared at him fiercely, "I'll talk about the door in the entrance!"

"It was opened with...the backup key."

"Didn't you say you don't have it there?" The bottle of wine in Xu Qiao's hand was ready to move.

"Yes, I really don't have it here," Cheng Lang nodded, "In Gao Rui's place, Gao Tejia has a backup key."

Why didn’t he debut by speaking crosstalk so well?

Xu Qiao questioned with a look of doubt: "Tell me, what is the essential difference between this key in his hand and following you?"

"Of course there is. Gaote Aid is an adult with an independent personality. If his boss intends to break into a woman's residence illegally, he will definitely stop this, unless it is a matter of urgent power like today."

Gao Rui, who had just arrived at the door, paused: Why didn’t I know that I still have an independent personality...

Gao Rui gently approached Cheng Lang and forgot to close the door. He leaned into his head through the crack of the door. He saw his boss standing straight in a posture of raising his hands and surrendering. Xu Qiao's face on the opposite side gradually showed a hint of confusion and confusion, "Is that true?"

Cheng Lang turned around as if he was aware and gave the sneaky Gao Ruifei a sharp knife.

Gao Rui immediately closed the door tightly.

In the room, alcohol was long overdue to play its due role.

Xu Qiao could not think too much, raised his hand and knocked his sore temples, twisted his face and said, "Let you go first, and I will scold you after I figure it out..."

Cheng Lang sucked away the bottle of wine from Xu Qiao's hand with amused, put it in a safe area, and then carried his sweaty shirt on his back: "You go to the sofa to rest, and lend me some money in the bathroom."

Xu Qiao waved his hand in disgust and signaled him to go, collapsed into the sofa tiredly. When the continuous sound of water came from the bathroom, he suddenly thought of something and took a breath nervously.

——

A quarter of an hour later, when Cheng Lang came out, he saw Xu Qiao's face turned redder than before.

She stared at him, with a little pride in discovering the secret and an unusual drunken state, hugged the pillow in her arms and said, "I can't tell, it turns out that Xiao Cheng is always so fast..."

"..." Cheng Lang was silent for a moment before he understood what she meant. He looked at her incredibly, "Don't talk nonsense, you've drunk too much."

"I'm awake!" Xu Qiao pointed to the clock on the wall, "I've calculated it, you'll only be five minutes!"

This is alcohol completely in the brain.

Cheng Lang turned his head and confirmed the time: "You are drunk for fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes is not long, are you still very proud?"

"No, wait a moment," Cheng Lang felt that the wine he drank during the dinner tonight was also getting worse, and he could even refute the wrong point, "The problem is that I don't..."

"You have it and you have it! Do you dare say that you didn't feel anything just now?"

It's one thing to feel, but it's not too unbearable to have to solve it with her through a door.

Cheng Lang opened his mouth and was about to explain, but Xu Qiao was already snorting and holding his clothes tightly, accusing him angrily: "I still want to behave well when I get the advantage!"

It’s amazing to be drunk. You can say anything and make people angry.

Cheng Lang took two deep breaths, gave up arguing with her, and asked, "Do you remember anything after you get drunk?"

"Ah?" Xu Qiao blinked, as if she didn't understand.

"I mean, can you still remember our conversation the next day?"

"Probably, maybe, maybe?" Xu Qiao replied uncertainly with his head tilted.

"Then pretend you don't remember." Cheng Lang walked forward, leaned over with his hands on the backrest of the sofa, and whispered in her ear, "Whether you are going to know whether it's going to be fast or not, you should know in the future."

Xu Qiao looked at him blankly and made an unknown burp.

——

Whether it is fast or not, you should know in the future-the next day at noon, Xu Qiao woke up in a sleep, and his mind was full of this sentence.

What followed was the complete memory of Cheng Lang breaking into the door and finally rushing her back to sleep.

Xu Qiao hugged his head with both hands and spoke in despair: "Oh, my Jade Emperor, Guanyin Shakyamuni, the South China Sea..."

She said something shameful!

Cheng Lang actually chatted with her!

And, and...

What I didn't understand when I was half drunk and half awake last night became a heavy hammer hitting her ear, making her dizzy.

Is it fast or not fast or not fast or not.

Let you know Let you know Let you know Let you know.

Xu Qiao held it tightly and flapped it faster and faster, as if she was about to flap her wings and fly away from her heart.

Reason told her that this sentence had constituted verbal sexual harassment.

But this heartbeat just as it was when I heard the exhaust of 30 million yuan at the Xinglin Bay toll station.

"Damn dog man! Go away!" Xu Qiao picked up the pillow and smashed it at the innocent wall.

As soon as the words finished, the phone rang.

The caller identifies a landline number, and Xu Qiao vaguely remembers that this is the phone number from Cheng Lang's office.

She covered her hot cheeks and shook her head desperately.
To be continued...