Xu Qiao, who was murderous intent, had not been majestic for long.

The next morning, when Cheng Lang knocked on the door and told her to get up for breakfast, she curled up on the bed like a dying shrimp and couldn't move. She said to the outsider of the guest room: "I can't get up, I won't eat..."

"Don't feel well?" Cheng Lang frowned and frowned the door handle. He stopped halfway and confirmed, "I'm in."

"Oh..." Xu Qiao replied weakly.

Cheng Lang opened the door and went in. He saw her wrapping herself in the quilt, revealing only half of her head, and looking at him with grievance.

"What's wrong?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to her forehead.

"My unscrupulous aunt came to see me..."

Cheng Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Qiao was choked by his "okay" expression: "What's your reaction?"

"I thought you were sick."

"Do you think I'm better than being sick now? Haven't you heard of 'Dysmenorrhea is not a disease, it will kill you when it hurts'?" Xu Qiao looked hateful, "I don't understand the darkness of the night during the day."

"Where are those menstrual supplies I prepared for you last time?"

"I just took painkillers and it has not worked yet." Xu Qiao closed his eyes by himself.

Cheng Lang pushed aside the messy hair on her forehead: "Then is it useful for me to rub it for you now?"

Xu Qiao was shocked and opened her eyes again: "Where should I rub it?"

"Where you hurt, you will rub it."

That location is too private! It's all about to rub your pants.

"Don't you rub it." Xu Qiao rolled up the quilt, rolled it around the left and right, and rolled himself like a worm.

"Then what can I do?"

"What do you think you can do when your wife gives birth to a baby in the future?"

Cheng Lang thought about it carefully and replied: "Call me next to you?"

“…”

Xu Qiao's rhetorical question originally meant "Of course you can't do anything". After his serious answer, she imagined the scene of her character collapse and laughed out loud: "So stupid."

Cheng Lang wanted to have some fun to distract her, but she turned her down. He smiled and said, "I'll be energetic when you scold people, why don't I give you a few words?"

"How do you scold me out of thin air? You have to let me find fault first."

Cheng Lang touched his hand.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao was hiding with others.

"Look for trouble for you." Cheng Lang groped through the quilt she hid, "The quilt is pulled apart, be good."

"Wow, you are so lustful, so jealous, so brave, so beautiful that you can be beyond the sky!"

Cheng Lang stopped his hand and said funny: "Do you know how others evaluated my hand when attending events before?"

"how?"

"Gentleman's Hand."

Xu Qiao's mouth twitched: "Sure enough, I can only deceive 'others'."

Cheng Lang smiled unanimously: "I really don't want me to rub it?"

"If you want to change it."

"Then can I bring the breakfast in and feed you some?"

"I really don't have an appetite."

"I have to go to the airport later and take a little bit of food to keep my stomach safe, otherwise I will have low blood sugar."

Xu Qiao compromised and struggled to get up and brush his teeth.

Cheng Lang brought a bowl of pumpkin porridge and sat beside the bed to feed her a spoonful of spoonfuls.

"When will we set off?" Xu Qiao asked in a slouch after drinking the porridge.

Cheng Lang glanced at the watch: "You can rest for another hour and a half."

"Didn't you say you took off at around 10 o'clock?"

"There is no need to walk too early when taking the group's business jet."

"Oh? Am I using it for public computers?"

Cheng Lang smiled: "I don't need to be clear about my girlfriend."

"Show it off!" Xu Qiao snorted, and when Cheng Lang turned around and handed the bowl to Aunt Sun, he pretended to be calm and collapsed. He hugged the quilt and trembled with a smile on the bed.

It's so good that my boyfriend is rich.

Cheng Lang wiped his hands with a towel, pulled the blackout curtain tightly for Xu Qiao, and turned around and came back.

Xu Qiao immediately restrained his smile and continued to pretend to be calm.

He patted her through the quilt: "Sleep for a while."

Xu Qiao touched her full stomach and complained: "You are so overwhelmed and can't sleep anymore."

"Then you rub it for your digestion?"

Xu Qiao shook his eyes at the little Xu Feidao: "I'm sure it's a gentleman's hand?"

"certainly."

"Okay." She spread the quilt open and put on a "come" attitude.

There is no need to be so explicit.

"Don't catch a cold." Cheng Lang smiled and sat obliquely on the edge of the bed, covered her with the quilt again, and stretched his hands into the edge, groping her stomach.

Xu Qiao suddenly realized something was wrong and inhaleed violently to tighten her abdomen.

Cheng Lang's palm fell into pieces in an instant, and he was stunned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xu Qiao refused to relax in his tone.

Cheng Lang suddenly understood: "No matter how thin a girl is, her stomach will not be bulging after eating."

Xu Qiao glared at him.

He raised his hand and gave her a chance to speak.

"Who said I'm afraid you think I'm fat?" Xu Qiao looked questioning with a look of "You have such a big face". "Isn't my figure enough for you?"

"Oh, it's more than enough." Cheng Lang smiled and lowered her steps, leaving her stomach and moving his hands down, "If you don't want to rub your stomach, just rub your stomach. Does dysmenorrhea hurt here?"

Xu Qiao lay flat on his hands and feet: "I have to go down..."

"Here?" Cheng Lang moved a little bit again.

“Down further…”

Cheng Lang's movements were a little slow. He put aside his eyes, and the Adam's apple rolled and moved down again, and became cautious.

Feeling his hand slid down her navel inch by inch, Xu Qiao pressed the back of his hand hard: "Stop!"

Cheng Lang looked down at her.

"It's here..." Xu Qiao cleared his throat.

Cheng Lang's hands began to gently rub them.

The warmth spread, and Xu Qiao felt the gentle and healing touch in absent manner. His body slowly stretched and relaxed, directing him: "You can use more force."

"You have to rub it in circles."

“Slow down.”

Cheng Lang quickly grasped the key points.

Xu Qiao closed her eyes and moved her toes comfortably: "It seems that smart people can learn anything quickly."

Cheng Lang smiled: "It's better for my girlfriend to teach her."

"Smooth mouth and tongue..." Xu Qiao's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he said a few words in a daze, and fell asleep again.

Cheng Lang continued to work mechanically and found that this time, touching the fabric through the layer of fabric almost caused no adverse reactions. He leaned against the bed board and sank his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

——

At one pm London time, after a ten-hour flight, the two landed at the airport business terminal.

Xu Qiao spent time watching an old movie on the plane, and had a full meal in the middle. Half of the time was closed and half of the time was resting, half was flipping through magazines, and putting on makeup before landing.

The conditions on the private business plane were similar to those on the ground hotel, and she was not tired at all. She was a little mentally recovered. After getting off the plane, she saw that London was in a good mood and asked Cheng Lang what arrangements would be made for a while.

"Go to have afternoon tea first." The two of them had a plane meal five hours ago. It was time to eat some food now. They asked near the lounge, "After about an hour's drive, we will go to the city. Do you want to go to the bathroom now? Just walk straight to the end and turn left."

Xu Qiao nodded and took the handbag with her aunt's scarf: "You are waiting for me in the lounge."
To be continued...