Xu Qiao lost his power of movement in the huge shock and stood by the door motionless. After a while, he blinked his eyes hard and walked in slowly with such a hint of uncertainty.

As if she traveled through time and space, she walked step by step through the familiar wardrobe, shoe rack, cabinet, jewelry stand, and witnessed her favorite clothes and jewelry all placed quietly in the original place - as if she had never lost it.

She closed her eyes and opened it gently, as if she was afraid of it as a dream.

Then she saw a man in white shirt and black trousers walking towards her in the shattered light and shadow.

"It's not a dream." Cheng Lang stood in front of her with a smile.

Xu Qiao looked up at him and gradually regained his thinking ability.

She was dizzy and remembered that on the day when Cheng Lang had just been tricked back to China, she saw rumors on her circle of friends that her villa in Xijiang Mansion and all the luxury goods would be auctioned forcibly.

She was very sad at the time and asked him "Is what was said in the circle of friends true?" But after saying that, she felt so embarrassed and regretted it. When Cheng Lang asked "What circle of friends", she casually answered, "It may snow heavily in the mountains of Beicheng in the past few days."

So the topic ended.

She thought it was terminated.

Xu Qiao covered her mouth.

No wonder, no wonder every piece of clothing Cheng Lang gave her is incredibly accurate in size.

It turns out that this incredible is not his talent, but the foreshadowing that he presets for her in advance.

Who dares to say that this is not a dream?

This is given by Cheng Lang, a dream that doesn’t need to wake up.

Xu Qiao blinked, and tears fell down like a broken thread: "Why are you like this..."

Cheng Lang's eyes smiled.

In fact, he didn't expect to bring her here so early.

He is a patient person. The more he wants, the more patient he is. This kind of patience is not because he doesn't care about the result, but on the contrary, it is due to his inevitable gain.

Because he was determined to win, he didn't like to build a tall building that would easily collapse. No matter how bright and beautiful the surface of such a tall building is, it doesn't make sense.

So he would carefully survey the terrain before starting the construction and lay the foundation slowly.

In his original plan, tonight was not the best time to attack Xu Qiao.

First, he felt that Xu Qiao was almost angry with him, and second, in the field of love, he used kindness to repay, and made small profits without any harm. However, he was not a long-term solution.

But the plan inevitably leads to an accident. For example, he didn't expect that he would be unable to calm down when he saw Xu Qiao whispering in Song Mian's ear.

Then be despicable first.

He looked at the person in front of him, bent over and asked her: "What do you mean by me? Where am I?"

Xu Qiao was suddenly pulled closer by the two of them so much that she took a step back, wiped her tears, and dodged his eyes: "You..."

There was a voice in her heart who answered for her, saying, "Who can you resist this?", but she was fighting back and forth again. She stuttered for a while and forced herself to answer: "Don't you tell me this earlier, so that my babies will be covered in dust here for so long!"

Cheng Lang turned his head and followed her to avoid the direction she was hiding, as if he were feeding her grapes, forcing her to look at herself: "So you cry, is it because you are angry with me?"

How is that possible!

If Xu Qiao talks right and wrong, he can't be so "nonsense".

She lowered her eyes and said vaguely: "I don't know!"

"Then I'll change the question." Cheng Lang nodded, "Why did you stay tonight?"

"I...you were injured for me, of course I have to be responsible for you!"

"So," Cheng Lang looked puzzled, "You knew from the beginning that I was pretending, knowing that I was urging me to repay me, but didn't expose me, but instead followed me in a different way. Is it just because of responsibility? In other words, if it were someone else, for example, if it was Teacher Fei and Gao's assistant today, you could also make concessions to them again and again?"

How is that possible!

Xu Qiao still can't be so "nonsense".

"You are so annoying!" She stomped her feet irritably and turned her back, "I don't know, I don't know!"

Cheng Lang laughed, walked around her again, returned to her true colors, took a deep breath, and stretched out his left hand and gently stroked her cheek.

Xu Qiao was burned by the temperature of his palms and raised her head in a daze, suffocating for a moment so much that she didn't remember to avoid it.

He slowly lowered his head, his forehead almost leaning against her forehead: "Okay, I won't ask." He tried his best to control his pathological tremor, rubbing her cheek little by little with his thumb, and his voice was as soft as a murmur, "You don't know, I already know."

It seemed as if a golden fireworks were exploding in Xu Qiao's mind.

As he got closer and closer, her hands, feet, and her body seemed to be soaked in a pool of water, so soft that it was powerless and could not stop shouting.

Fortunately, Cheng Lang suddenly braked as soon as he was about to kiss her lips, and it was still in place as if something had strangled his throat.

Xu Qiao came back to his senses, suddenly shuddered and retreated, ran out of the cloakroom, and covered his heart panting with his back against the door panel.

In the cloakroom, Cheng Lang adjusted his rapid breathing and uneven heart rate, raised his hand to stroke his sweaty forehead, and sighed.

Still one step away.

Now he really has to go take a shower.

——

If Cheng Lang was not an injury tonight, Xu Qiao would definitely turn around and leave the mansion directly.

But she couldn't leave, so she could only hide in the bathroom on the first floor and take a shower for an entire hour, so that she could restore her cool girl's calmness. Then she tiptoed upstairs, found Cheng Lang's bedroom according to the direction of the lights, and knocked on the false door.

The next second, a male voice suddenly rang behind her: "Look for me?"

Ah, if you don’t look for you, is it because you are looking for Teacher Fei Gao’s special assistant?

Xu Qiao patted his frightened chest. When he turned around and saw him, the bathing water was eroded for a whole hour, and the scene of the two almost kissing appeared in his mind.

She tried her best to forget that the person in front of her was Cheng Lang in the dark blue nightgown. After all, she had never seen him in outfit, so she calmed down and said, "Yes."

"What are you doing?" Cheng Lang walked over with a glass of water in his hand and smiled like nothing happened.

Why is this dog man so calm? Did it be her dream just now?

Xu Qiao avoided the corner and pressed his back against the stair railing.

Cheng Lang stopped and waved to her: "I'll stand here, don't lean against the railing, it's dangerous."

"Oh..." Xu Qiao took two steps forward, "Well, Dr. Song said that you will take your temperature every three or four hours, but my phone has landed in the studio. I want to ask if you have an alarm clock..."

Cheng Lang took a sip of water, walked into the bedroom, put down the glass, took an electronic clock from the bedside table, and operated the touch screen with one hand, while asking her: "Cut it in one, it will ring every three and a half hours?"

She nodded.

Cheng Lang pressed the screen a few times and handed her the electronic clock: "It's set up."

Xu Qiao took it and held it in his arms: "Then you can rest. I'll go to bed first and take your temperature at the right time."

Cheng Lang nodded, but the person did not move.

To be precise, he didn't even move his eyes and just looked at her directly.

Xu Qiao held the electronic clock a little high and asked hard: "What are you doing? Is there anything else?"

Cheng Lang looked at the obviously outer skirt on her body, as if thinking about the words: "Did you not find... pajamas and underwear?"

"..." Xu Qiao didn't find these two things, but she didn't find them at all, and she made up her work with the old ones.

She looked frightened: "Don't you even let go of this kind of thing for auction? That's what I've worn!"

"No," Cheng Lang smiled, "I prepared new ones, I have made a cloakroom for you anyway. I saw that those small cabinets were a little empty, so I could just prepare them all."

Xu Qiao was even more frightened: "You, you!"

"It's just that I'm prepared for any trouble. I haven't removed it. You can check the seal." Cheng Lang looked downstairs, "I'll help you find it?"

"I'll find it myself!" She flew and pushed him into the room.

——

Xu Qiao found brand new pajamas and underwear in the cloakroom.

Fortunately, Cheng Lang is not a pervert, and the ones he has prepared are all ordinary basic models.

She changed into a comfortable outfit, walked silently to the second floor guest room to sleep, and deliberately slapped the electronic clock next to the pillow. Unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes again, it was already bright.

She looked at the dawn that penetrated through the gauze curtain in a daze, confirmed where she was, and rolled up.

Oh no, is she really a pig? She can't even wake her up if the alarm clock is so close!

Cheng Lang wouldn't have been burned to death!

Xu Qiao rushed to Cheng Lang's bedroom. He saw the half-open door. He was standing in front of the bed in disheveled clothes, and was about to brake quickly, but he had no choice but to run too fast and the inertia was too great. The floor of Cheng Lang's house seemed to have just been waxed, and his feet slipped. Instead, he did not stop the car, but instead entered the door like a shell and fired it forward, shooting it into his arms.

"..." Xu Qiao felt a piece of pectoral muscles pressing on his head.

Because Cheng Lang was limited in one-handed movement, he failed to help her in time. He maintained a posture that was halfway through the support, suppressing the slight discomfort and looked at her with a lowered eyes: "Early early in the morning, so enthusiastic?"

Xu Qiao raised his head, and a large piece of bare chest shook in front of him. As his pupils shrank, he quickly turned around: "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?"

"I didn't wake up last night to take your temperature..."

Cheng Lang smiled.
To be continued...