After drinking afternoon tea, Xu Qiao quickly paid a heavy price for the extra itinerary he "made".

It is all a lie to go to the place where his partner once lived, to see the scenery he has seen, and to walk the road he has walked. It is a lie to go to the distance. It is simply one of the top ten painful experiences for girls.

Especially for the sake of being beautiful and rustling, she refused to take off her eight-centimeter high heels. After walking around half of the campus, she took her own way to walk slowly and slowly, and she dragged her way. She grabbed Cheng Lang's arm and said, "That... I think I have enough memories."

Cheng Lang stopped giving speeches to the tour guide helplessly, called a sightseeing bus, and took it with her.

Xu Qiao felt a little embarrassed at this time, so he put his chin on his shoulder and smiled, probably using a micro-expression to express "I was wrong".

Cheng Lang sighed and shook his head.

The sightseeing bus passed by near the teaching building. Because of the large flow of people, the driving slowed down. When parked around the corner, someone came over to ask the driver if he could get on the bus together.

Cheng Lang was lowering his head and explaining to Xu Qiao about the structure of the teaching building. When he heard this sound, he suddenly stopped and raised his head.

Xu Qiao was stunned. Following his gaze, he saw the East Asian woman beside the car smiling at Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang watched her move for two or three seconds, but when he moved his eyes, he was decisive and quick.

The smile on the other person's face became even stronger.

Cheng Lang said to the driver in English: "Sorry, my girlfriend and I don't want a third person to get in the car."

The driver turned around and explained to him that this was a doctoral student in the school.

Cheng Lang still expressed his unwillingness.

The driver could only apologize to the other party.

The other party nodded and understood, and walked around Cheng Lang's side and passed by him, returning a smiley look.

Xu Qiao looked puzzled and waited for someone to leave and cursed quietly: "My girlfriend is right next to me and she is still glaring at me. Is she blind or blind?" She lamented again, "Why did I have been turning around for a long time but no man has ever chatted with me? Are there really ten handsome guys and nine gays here?"

The sightseeing car drove forward unimpededly again, and Xu Qiao was diverted by the scenery along the way, and continued to hold his cheeks and watch the scenery.

After looking at it for a while, she suddenly felt that something was missing.

What about Cheng Lang’s commentary?

She pointed to the distance and asked, "Is there any story about that sculpture?"

"Hmm?" Cheng Lang's voice sounded a little absent-minded.

Xu Qiao turned his head strangely to look at him, and was startled.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face and lips were pale and turned into a tint.

"Why are your face so ugly?" Xu Qiao was stunned, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Cheng Lang closed his eyes.

He was also surprised. He thought his physical condition had improved a lot recently, but after many years, meeting that "woman" again made him have a more severe stress response than usual.

Even this "woman" didn't even touch him.

He suppressed his discomfort: "It's okay."

"Why is it okay?" Xu Qiao stumbled on his forehead in panic, "You are sweating all over. Where is it uncomfortable? Where is your school infirmary in which direction is in? Or are there other hospitals nearby?"

As she said that, she was about to ask the driver in front of her. Cheng Lang held down the back of her hand: "No, maybe she had just had afternoon tea and was a little dizzy when she was in this car."

"Really? Have you been motion sicker before?"

"The work intensity has been high recently and I haven't had a good rest..." Cheng Lang replied with a frown.

"Then stop taking the bus." Xu Qiao quickly called for a stop to the driver, hurriedly paid the fee, helped Cheng Lang to the corridor beside him, and asked him to sit on the bench.

Cheng Lang supported his knees with both hands, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and the sweat from his forehead flowed through his temples and fell on the grass.

Xu Qiao bent down to look at him: "Is it better?"

Seeing Cheng Lang trembling and not talking, she looked almost crying: "Don't scare me..."

Cheng Lang turned around and wrapped around her waist.

Xu Qiao's legs were a little weak. When he hugged her, he almost staggered back and barely stood firm.

Cheng Lang buried his face in her lower abdomen and took a deep breath.

Xu Qiao put one hand on his head, stroked his hair to comfort him, and patted his back with the other hand.

Time passed by minute by minute. She looked down at the man in her arms, feeling that he was gradually calming down and trembling. While breathing a sigh of relief, she would hug him tighter.

The moist wind was filled with the smell of dead branches, sweeping across the corridor with a unique smell of London winter.

When Cheng Lang said "It's okay", Xu Qiao was thinking-she's finished.

She thought that she accepted Cheng Lang's like because he was kind to her and because a woman naturally approached and admired the invincible strong man.

But she suddenly realized that she had felt pity for a man who was strong enough.
Chapter completed!