In the living room, Cai An poured tea for Stephen while sighing: "I finally saw this tug-of-war when I tried hard for so long..."

Before the word "light" could be heard, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point.

Cai An seemed to slowly turn his head and meets Xu Qiao's death gaze.

Xu Qiao stood in the bedroom door, probably just now opening the door.

But this false door obviously does not have any sound insulation effect.

Cai An choked in place stiffly.

When Xu Qiao left the hotel in the morning, she deliberately sent the driver away. When Cheng Lang heard about it, he remembered that he saw her secretly checking information on his mobile phone last night. He thought that she had bought gifts quietly. Since she wanted to do her best, she pretended not to know and did not let the assistant and the driver follow her.

So Xu Qiao's specific whereabouts became a mystery.

When Cai An came in, the heating in the room was turned off. Of course, he didn't expect that this mystery would fall from the sky.

He recalled the conversation with Stephen, and his heart cried out in his heart, his face turned pale: "Miss Xu, just..."

The assistant opposite exuded a "finished" guilty aura in every cell on his body, and added evidence to Stephen's words just now - Cheng Lang was treating illness with love, treating her with her mouth, treating her body with her body.

Xu Qiao's face said "Very good, good-looking" and nodded on his own.

Stephen looked at Xu Qiao unexpectedly, and was about to confirm the identity of the girl with Cai An, but saw her pick up her bag and turn around and leave.

The moment the door slammed, Cai An chose the latter between "chasing over" and "contact Cheng Lang".

After all, he is just an assistant, and even if he catches up, he can't stop his boss's girlfriend.

He called Cheng Lang in a panic: "Mr. Xiao Cheng, something happened!"

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Xu Qiao was furious and stopped a taxi at the hotel door and got into the back seat of the car. When he heard the driver ask her where she was going, he was stunned.

I don't know, she doesn't know where to go.

I just felt angry and wanted to vent my temper. I just felt that I couldn't stay in the place where I lived with Cheng Lang, but she really didn't know where she could go in this foreign country.

The driver looked up at the rearview mirror and said in English: "Madam?"

She raised her head and looked into the rearview mirror. Before she looked at the driver's questioning eyes, she saw her swollen and embarrassed lips at first sight.

Cheng Lang kissed her last night regardless of her life or death!

I originally thought that I was too charming, but now I wonder if she is his girlfriend or his medicine?

The phone vibrates, showing the call from the dog man.

Xu Qiao turned off the phone irritably and said to the driver: "Drive along the main road first!"

It is rainy in London. After driving out a taxi for half an hour, dark clouds overhead covered the sky and the sun gathered together. At noon, the sky was as gloomy as it was about to night.

The cool raindrops fell down quickly.

Xu Qiao sat in the back seat, watching the rain falling from the slightest bit of wind to the raindrops that gradually turned into bean-sized, crackling on the car window.

The wiper scraped faster and faster, but the driver slowed down. After a while, he asked in the back seat: "Madam, there is no way forward. Where will you drive next?"

She glanced at the bad rain outside, and before she could make up her mind, she heard the driver say, "Starting ten minutes ago, there is a car following you, ma'am."

"Let it go," Xu Qiao knew who it was without looking back, and said in a silence, "Turn right in front and keep driving."

The driver turned on the turn signal, perhaps she could not bear it, or perhaps she found that she was following her in a luxury car, guessing that her identity was not simple, so she enthusiastically asked her if she wanted to listen to music.

She said whatever she wanted.

The driver asked her again if she was Chinese.

She said yes.

Then a Chinese CD rang: "Every street and alley, everyone's mouth, the first thing they said when they met was congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations—"

Xu Qiao's tears fell down.

She's like this, but what about congratulations?

The driver found through the rearview mirror that the situation was not good and explained: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I heard that this is a song to celebrate the New Year... Madam, if you don't like this, then I'll change a song for you?"

Xu Qiao wiped her tears and said, "I'm so unhappy, why is your speaker so happy?"

"I'll change you a sad song right away."

The driver changed the playlist and chose Chinese songs.

Soon, a song with a hint of warmth in sadness and a hint of hope in heavyness in heavyness in joy: "Happy to break up, I wish you happiness, you can find something better..."

The rain is getting smaller and smaller. Compared to the storm, the drizzle outside the window is even more chaotic.

Xu Qiao sobbed more and more vigorously, and his mother tongue blurted out: "This car is simply unavailable to sit on-!"

Although the driver didn't understand what she said, he was sad and did not distinguish between national boundaries. He felt empathy in her tone and asked, "Madam, do you need to park your car for you? You have already walked a long way."

This reminder made Xu Qiao look at the meter.

The numbers that were still jumping up made her wake up instantly.

Blackcab in London is too expensive and can’t even relax. What a pity she is.

Xu Qiao sniffed his nose in a depressed manner: "Let's stop!"

The car turned to a temporary stop and stopped. When Xu Qiao lowered his head and took money from his handbag, he suddenly felt a shadow sweeping out of the car window.

Meanwhile, the front seat window was knocked.

The driver opened the door lock and the car window.

Cai An handed the driver a large pound of pounds, saying that he didn't need to make change.

Cheng Lang opened the car door on Xu Qiao's side, held a sixteen-bone black long-handled umbrella, bent down, and stretched out his hand towards her.

Xu Qiao ignored the hand and walked down and stared at him viciously: "What should I do with me?"

Cheng Lang suffocated for a moment because he found out that she had just cried.

Cai An retreated quietly to the distance, and the taxi drove away quickly.

In the remote alley, under this umbrella, there was nothing else except the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, and even breathing was silent.

"I want to explain to you." Cheng Lang frowned and looked at her, raised his hand to wipe the wetness of her eyes, but she avoided it.

"When I ask you to explain, you can fool me and even lie in the process of confessing to me. Will you tell me the truth now?"

Xu Qiao was talking about the night when Cheng Lang proposed dating her.

If she hadn't asked about this from beginning to end, then it would be understandable that his lack of opportunity was not allowed. But she had obviously given him the opportunity to be honest at that time.

Cheng Lang let out a sigh and said solemnly: "I promise that from this moment on, everything I say is true."

"Okay, then you'll talk. You said you want to explain. The word explanation exists for misunderstanding. You mean I misunderstood you. It means Stephen's words are completely inverted in the right and wrong, right?"

Cheng Lang was silent.

"Tell me!" Xu Qiao urged him with tears in his eyes.

"I don't deny that I had more than simple thoughts about dating, for you, at the beginning..."

Xu Qiao nodded, understood, and saw that he was difficult to use words, and continued to say for him: "But later, do you think I am more important than treating the disease?"

"Yes." Cheng Lang nodded, but did not breathe a sigh of relief.

Because he already knows where the problem is: she is right, the explanation exists for misunderstandings. Misunderstandings can be eliminated with explanations, but the error cannot.

He made a mistake and could not just use a few explanations to describe it.

Sure enough, Xu Qiao continued to ask: "Then can you tell me the truth when and when the "after" is? If you can tell me the truth, why don't you tell me the truth when you make sure of your feelings?"

Cheng Lang couldn't answer. He really hadn't thought about this question.

Such silence is a bit hurtful in Xu Qiao's eyes.

He couldn't tell the difference, but she wanted to believe it? Xu Qiao's tears fell down with a broken thread: "Break up! I'm going to break up!"

Cheng Lang felt that the depression in his chest was more uncomfortable than when he was sick. His sensibility was shattered at the moment when she cried because of him.

He selectively ignored the word "breakup", went up to hug her, held her umbrella with one hand, and held her into her arms with the other hand, rubbed her back, as if he wanted to warm her up: "Don't cry, it's very cold outside, can you go back with me?"

"Not good!" Xu Qiao tried his best to push him.

Cheng Lang was afraid that she would hurt him, so he had to let her go: "Then where do you want to go?"

"I want to go back to China, give me your passport."

"Don't do this." Returning to China is no big deal, but Cheng Lang has a premonition that if she is really let go, if the matter cannot be resolved on the spot in London, he may end up in an irreversible situation.

"You want to tie me up in London? Mr. Xiao Cheng, is it too inappropriate to limit the personal freedom of his ex-girlfriend?"

This title made Cheng Lang slightly sluggish.

"I just don't want you to make a decision in anger. You can be unfair to me, but not unfair to yourself." He closed his eyes, "Tomorrow, if you still have the same idea tomorrow at this time, I will give you my passport, you will consider it for at least one day, okay?"

"Okay." Xu Qiao didn't think twenty-four hours would make her change any thoughts.

Cheng Lang took out his cell phone and showed it to her: "I just contacted Miss Yu. This is her residence in London. If you don't want to go back with me, would you please live in her? I really don't feel at ease if you are alone."
To be continued...