Cheng Lang was quiet for a few seconds, and then asked, "Don't you remember?"

"Ah, what should I remember?" Xu Qiao pulled his hair with annoyed look on his face.

Although Cheng Lang can't see her expression and movements now, she has to perform the details in place so that her voice can sound like that.

"It's nothing, forget it if you don't remember." Cheng Lang smiled.

If it weren't for the last mistake last night, who would have forgotten about this matter? Xu Qiao scratched the air unwillingly: "What's up? Make it clear."

"I heard last night that you bought wine and went home. I was worried that you would drink it alone, so I came to see you."

"I actually opened the door for you?" Xu Qiao pretended to be surprised.

"No, I opened it myself, there is a backup key in Gaotejiao."

Xu Qiao blinked gently.

Although this man was sexy, he did not make up for her "accidental loss". He was still quite arrogant and slutty.

She reluctantly accepted his remarks: "Then let's forget about the special circumstances last night. From today on, I will confiscate the backup key of Assistant Gao from Assistant Gao."

"It's confiscated." Maybe because I was laughing, Cheng Lang's voice sounded a bit like the gentleness they had when they first met. "I thought about it carefully. Although I think I am trustworthy, from your point of view, this is indeed unfair. An erratic thing like last night is also prone to misunderstandings, so I have handed over the backup key to Aunt Zhou. If something similar happens in the future, I will ask Aunt Zhou to come and have a look first. Do you think this is good?"

He actually knew to speak to her in a debatable tone. What made this dog man feel sensible all night? Is it her amazing beauty?

Xu Qiao drooped the corner of her mouth, lifted her bathrobe and looked inward - it was quite beautiful, no wonder the dog's mouth spit out ivory.

Unfortunately, Cheng Lang handled the matter in an orderly manner and she couldn't find any fault.

She had never seen her for a man even though she had grown up so big. She was cheaper and wanted to pick some bones from the eggs and get some interest from him.

"Speak." Cheng Lang urged with a smile.

Why does every sentence and every word he says today is smiling?

Xu Qiao found the fault: "Why are you laughing all the time? You are so slapping."

Cheng Lang seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "Oh, a big project on hand made some progress yesterday, so he was in a good mood."

"..." Isn't this big project "Is it that the large-scale beauty hunting plan that has slept until Xu Qiao today?"

The "thunderous" slutty words were played in the ears again.

Xu Qiao rubbed her hot ears and planned to let go: "I still have to get up and go to work. I won't talk to you anymore. Don't call me if you have any big deal in the future!"

Cheng Lang agreed: "I also feel that sometimes there is no need to make a phone call, but my phone still cannot send text messages to you."

"..." There is also such a way to ask for blacklisting?

"You mean I'm blamed?" Xu Qiao raised his waist.

“I’m just stating objective facts.”

"Then if you can send text messages, you won't call me at any time, right?"

“In theory, that’s the case.”

"It must be true in practice! I am going to start working hard, how can I have the time to scold you every day?"

"Okay, I won't bother you during work hours."

"Okay," Xu Qiao said in a tone of "Then you put your resume here and go back and wait for the interview notification", "Then you hung up the phone and go back and wait for the blacklist!"

In the office on the 62nd floor of the headquarters of Lanchen Group, Gao Rui saw Cheng Lang showing seven dog-abuse smiles in just a few minutes. After hanging up the phone, he was still sprinkling exclusive dog food that only special assistants could enjoy.

"Why is she so arrogant?" Cheng Lang asked him.

Gao Rui automatically translated this sentence in his mind and replied: "Maybe he grew up eating cuteness."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Did I say she be cute?"

With your explicit and praising tone, I still need to analyze how much time the corners of your mouth rise and how many spring do you have in your eyes when you say that when you are arrogant, you have a few pokes of spring?

"Oh, then I misunderstood." Gao Rui said with a look of "You're happy" and said the serious matter, "Dr. Song is here, waiting at the door. Do you want to invite you in?"

Cheng Lang returned to his true colors, nodded, got up and sat on the sofa.

Song Mian came in and did a routine examination of his blood pressure and heart rate, took off his stethoscope and said, "Do you think your incidence rate is very high in the past two days?"

Cheng Lang nodded.

"But there are no abnormalities in the signs."

"you mean?"

"Frequently occurring but no abnormal signs are caused, which means that your body is slowly adapting to the process of illness. This is a good phenomenon." Song Mian pondered for a moment, "Please ask, do you have any common points in your recent two opportunities for illness?"

Cheng Lang recalled the incident of covering Xu Qiao downstairs in the apartment and rubbing Xu Qiao's forehead in the bathroom. He summarized it briefly: "It was all occasional emergency situations, and I made some emergency actions without thinking."

“In other words, you took the initiative?”

"yes."

"So are there any special details during the onset?"

"On the previous time, I restrained myself from responding to the onset of the disease. The next time, I did not feel the abnormal symptoms at the first time, but realized that I was in contact with the other person's limbs before I felt discomfort."

Song Mian nodded: "This is a very big improvement. You can forget that you are a patient in some moments, which means that in these moments, there are more important things for you to do."

"Important?" Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, it's important. Heart disease depends on heart medicine. When these moments become more and more important in your heart, your disease will become more and more controllable. The process of your desensitization is actually the process of love. To put it bluntly, according to your description, I think you have fallen in love."

Cheng Lang lifted his eyelids and frowned: "Can the doctor declare the patient's 'death' at will without the patient's initiative to ask?"

Song Mian smiled: "You are so serious, then you should forget what I just said."

Cheng Lang held his hands together, blinked slowly, and after a while of silence, he said with a reluctance but helpless smile: "This may be a bit difficult."

The vibrating mobile phone from the coffee table interrupted the conversation between the two.

Cheng Lang glanced at the screen, and his originally light gaze increased a little.

That was the first text message Xu Qiao sent to him in so long: "Why does it have a bag on my forehead?"

——

Xu Qiao found that his forehead had horns while washing up.

The situation was a bit chaotic last night. Although Cheng Lang rubbed her as soon as possible, both of them were later diverted by other things and still couldn't rub them thoroughly.

Of course, Xu Qiao felt that this should be just an ordinary bruise. There was no need to negotiate with Cheng Lang, but she had to do a full set of acting. If she didn't ask this question, she would be exposed.

So she deliberately called three question marks to strengthen her tone to prove that she really didn't remember anything.

Cheng Lang quickly replied: "You accidentally hit the wall last night. What kind of bag, take a photo and I'll let the doctor see it."

Xu Qiao: "No, it's so troublesome."

Cheng Lang: "Obe obedient."

"..." Xu Qiao's hand holding the phone shook.

Just let the photo take the photo. What is the reason for saying so ambiguously!

She put on a cute little hair ring in front of the bathroom mirror to reveal her forehead. When she took a cell phone to shoot, she found that the hair ring was easy to enter the camera, but she took it off with unsatisfactory, changed to a mature one-shaped clip, adjusted to a sad angle when she looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and rubbed it.

As a result, after looking at the photos carefully, why is the hair on the forehead a little oily?

Oh, I was going to wash my hair after taking a bath last night, but my plan was disrupted by an uninvited guest.

Alas, although Cheng Lang’s impression of her is not that important, isn’t it a bit sorry for his appearance when posting such a sloppy photo?

If it is not bright enough, please come and make up. Xu Qiao opened a beauty software and started a professional and exciting operation. He sent a MMS to Cheng Lang until every strand of hair looked soft and fluffy.

Three seconds later, Cheng Lang replied: "..."

"Not seen."

Xu Qiao was stunned and clicked on the larger picture again.

"..." Why did you accidentally pried the bag?

She used her anger and angry force and typed: "The light at home is not good! The pixels of the front lens of the phone are low! It's like that!"

Cheng Lang: "I didn't say it was your problem."

Cheng Lang: "Then I'll let the doctor come here."

——

Xu Qiao really hates seeing a doctor, but because she refused to admit that she had excessive photo editing, she could only accept this interview with her.

After delaying work plans, she ate the lunch prepared by Aunt Zhou at home and waited for the doctor to come.

Cheng Lang said that he had a meeting in the afternoon and couldn't leave for the time being. The doctor came over alone and asked her to identify the person and then open the door. He also sent her a photo of the doctor's career.

When Xu Qiao looked at the photos, she remembered that before something happened at home, the person who checked her scalp in the hotel before was the one who checked her scalp. She seemed to be surnamed Song. Because she was pretty and had a gentle and friendly personality, she left some impression.

The place here is a bit like a new and high-end apartment, and there is no visual system connected. When the doorbell rings, Xu Qiao listened to Cheng Lang and first confirmed the person through the door mirror before opening the door: "Doctor Song?"

Song Mian's eyes froze as the door opened, then calmed down and said, "It's me, it was Mr. Xiao Cheng who ordered me to come."

Xu Qiao blinked strangely.
To be continued...