The next morning, at Lishan Mansion in Xinglinwan, Cheng Lang slowly opened his eyes in the alarm ring.

The bedroom was dim, like a chaotic thought after a hangover. He reached out to the bedside table, pressed the button on the wall, and slowly moved the blackout curtain away, and the dazzling morning light shone in through the gauze curtain.

Cheng Lang closed his eyes, adapted to the light, rubbed his eyebrows and recalled what he did last night. It was so ridiculous that he sighed and laughed, and seemed to have retrieved some important information from his memory. The movement of rubbing his eyebrows suddenly stopped.

When Gao Rui knocked on the door and walked into the cloakroom on time, he saw him tidying up his cufflinks in front of the mirror. At first glance, he looked plain and plain. When he looked closely, there was a rare spring breeze between his eyebrows, which made people wonder if the alcoholism had not completely passed last night.

Later last night, Gao Rui received a second call from Xu Qiao, saying that the driver would pick Cheng Lang up home.

After receiving the person, the driver reported to him tremblingly, saying that Cheng Lang's whole journey home was as warm as the spring breeze and as warm as the sun. I wonder if something happened...

What can happen? It's not damn love.

Gao Rui was not at all panicked, and even felt calm.

After asking the boss morning, he picked up the tablet and prepared to report today's itinerary, but Cheng Lang made a pressing gesture: "I would like to emphasize to each department again. In the afternoon report meeting, except for the exact implementation of the plan, I don't want to hear any discussion process that thinks about it, talks nonsense with chickens and ducks."

Gao Rui felt a stern in his heart. He glanced at the date displayed in the upper right corner of the tablet. He quickly understood it, and said, "I understand," and suggested: "I guarantee the meeting to end before six o'clock. Are you optimistic?"

Cheng Lang gently buckles the strap of the watch: "30:30."

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Xu Qiao received Cheng Lang's usual good morning greetings while brushing his teeth.

She held the electric toothbrush in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, looking at the unremitting screen, trying to see a flower from the two words and a period of the twelve strokes - do you remember it, or don't you?

Before she was uncertain about the situation, she did not reply blindly. When she finished washing and putting on makeup, she finally received the next message from the other person: "The sobering soup is very delicious."

Xu Qiao's eyebrows slightly raised.

Cheng Lang followed another one: "I'll pick you up after get off work."

Xu Qiao's eyebrows were hung a little higher.

Soon, the other person added a sentence with a strong desire to survive: "Okay?"

Then Xu Qiao put down the eyeshadow plate, moved his delicate fingers, and sent a message: "It depends on your mood."

Cheng Lang: "Okay."

Alas, I'm so serious, I suddenly miss the drunken version of Cheng Lang last night.

Xu Qiao thought about it and searched for an emoticon that he didn't even think it was useless. A little rabbit gnawed on a carrot and sent it over: "Yeah.jpg"

Then before Cheng Lang was ecstatic because of her well-being, he added the above text: "If you use the emoticon above to express "good", it will add points to Princess Xu's mood."

The opposite side was silent.

I waited for three minutes and there was no reaction.

Xu Qiao shook her head, feeling it was boring, but she didn't expect that she just put down her phone in disappointment and received the message.

Cheng Lang: "Yeah.jpg"

Cheng Lang: "I searched for tutorials on adding and sending emoticons for a while, and waited for a long time."

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Princess Xu's mood was indeed added to the points, and all the employees of Berger Jewelry Studio shared the same feeling.

Since the end of spring break, Xu Qiao has been busy with work in the studio "noble and cold". She was not seen holding her cell phone stickyly, nor did Cheng Lang pick her up and drop off to and from get off work. Although everyone dared not ask, they all secretly concluded, thinking that the two must have had some conflict.

But today, Xu Qiao looked refreshed and full of energy, and a kind of pampered hormone was emitted all over her body. Combined with the date of February 14, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, probably because the boss used his ultimate move and coaxed the person.

The studio, which had been in a low air pressure for a while, returned to sunny days. Everyone sat around the sofa area in the hall and had afternoon tea, and finally they dared to talk about the boss.

Seeing that Xu Qiao had not come downstairs, Su Shan whispered: "Hey, have you seen the news push two minutes ago? The boss and his group are so powerful that they actually acquired Long'an! Long'an is also a very old department store!"

Cheng Lang's identity background was not originally disclosed to the people in the studio, but after appearing in the same frame with Xu Qiao at the London High Jewelry Exhibition, after media reports, the secret is no longer a secret.

As early as the spring break, several girls had already cried with their heads, saying that they were so good that they had a meal with the president of a group with a assets of nearly one trillion yuan.

"Isn't Lan Chen also doing department stores? Why is it still acquiring another department store?" Pi Dan asked in confusion.

"I don't understand this. The news content is too long and I haven't finished reading it carefully just now." Su Shan said.

"It's probably the reason why big fish eat small fish," Rosa knows a little bit. "The department store industry is in a downturn now, and everyone is looking for a way out. Holding together to keep warm will only freeze to death together. It's better to swallow the smaller ones and live ones."

"Yes, there is something in the report that Lanchen plans to pilot the creation of a new department store model or something."

"The commercial value of this merger seems to be very high. Is it our boss's credit?" Rosa asked in a low voice, "I heard that the boss was parachuted to Lanchen last year. In this way, did he directly reach the top?"

"I don't know." Su Shan took out his mobile phone and called out the news page, "Hey, you guys can read it yourself, I don't understand those professional terms."

Rosa took the phone, slid her index finger on the screen to read the report, and paused a little when she pulled down a media photo.

The photo was at the signing ceremony. In the middle of the first row below the audience, Cheng Lang and a young woman were sitting side by side. The two were facing the stage, smiling and applauding.

According to the introduction below the photo, the young woman in the picture is the granddaughter of the chairman of Longan Department Store, Ms. He Yuxuan.

This is not the point, and there is nothing to be surprised about. With such a grand signing ceremony, it is natural for representatives of grandchildren on both sides to attend, not to mention that the expressions and movements of both of them are very official, and there is a normal half-arm distance between the seats.

But the problem lies in the focus of media reports. The narratives below the photos, such as "a man and awesome woman" and "a perfect match", make people have to trigger some associations that are not related to commercial nature after reading it.

"What's the matter?" Rosa reported while pulling down, "Why does this mean that behind Lan Chen's acquisition of Long'an is the intention of marrying the two grandchildren?"

Su Shan and Lin Bai were shocked: "Who is in marriage with whom?"

"Who else?"

The two of them looked at the news: "No, is the news accurate?"

"It's not exact, but the implication is very obvious."

"No..." Su Shan was stunned, "Isn't the boss in love with our sister Yu Li?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a irritable "tuk-tuk" sound of high heels suddenly came from the top of her head.

Everyone slowly looked up, looked towards the ceiling - the direction of the studio, and swallowed nervously.

In the studio, Xu Qiao was sneering while walking wildly in high heels.

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

She held up her phone to count down, counting from "ten" to "three", from being angry to being angry: "two..."

The phone vibrates when the word "one" is about to fall, and the screen shows a call from "dog man".

Xu Qiao smiled and nodded: "You can hurry into deadline." Then he took a deep breath, answered the phone, and spoke directly without waiting for the other side to speak, "You'd better give me a complete explanation within three sentences."

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Lang seemed to be relieved that she was willing to answer the phone.

He immediately said: "The marriage is about making things happen out of nothing in the media. I have no ambiguous relationship with this Miss He."

"The first sentence." Xu Qiao counted coldly.

"The media is inspired by someone. This is a business matter in the market, it is aimed at me, not you."

"The second sentence."

"I promise that within ten minutes, the entire network will be removed and there will be no such picture in search of it."

"Ten minutes are not enough to swell your ex-girlfriend's face?" Xu Qiao stomped his feet on the spot, "What should be seen, what shouldn't be seen, what should be seen, so what if the report is removed? Aren't you very awesome? The media press release will not allow the public relations team to carefully review it and dare to release it. Do you think my hair is too black and shiny and insist on giving it green? Last month, I was dragging me to make a high-profile public announcement, and I was cuckolded this month. I was just a joke!"

Xu Qiao said this, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt: "I guessed you were playing with me casually. Now, the media all named him and said that He Xixuan is your true character. Who would know that someone was making trouble behind the scenes? Everyone must think that the press release was released by the group confirming it correctly! And today is Valentine's Day!"

"It's me wrong, it's me negligence," Cheng Lang whispered, "I'll come to you as soon as possible after the meeting. Let's solve this problem together, okay?"

"Not good!" Xu Qiao said firmly, "I don't want to see you today, cancel, and cancel the meeting!"

What else Cheng Lang wanted to say, but Xu Qiao had already pressed and hung up.

Outside the conference room door, Gao Rui, who had just given Cheng Lang's instructions, hurried over: "Mr. Xiao Cheng, the report has been withdrawn, and the internal notice of the group is also being drafted. It is expected to be confirmed and issued before get off work."

Cheng Lang's forehead veins leaped a lot, closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment: "The external treatment is not enough."

"You said." Gao Rui looked at him in fear.

"Contact the He family and publish a joint statement to refute the rumors."

"I understand." Gao Rui nodded, looked at the cell phone in his hand hesitantly, and whispered, "Where is Miss Xu?"

Cheng Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of thing cannot be solved by mouth. Before he handles the problem thoroughly, he can't even stand by calling her and sending messages.

"Don't bother her, deal with the matter first." He didn't know whether he was reminding Gao Rui or reminding himself.

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Two hours later, it gradually darkened. As the get off work time approached, the three girls in the studio saw that the door of the studio was closed and worried that Xu Qiao was stuck in the house and could not think of it, so they sent Lin Bai as the representative to investigate the situation.

Lin Bai knocked on the studio door nervously, but no one responded. He stood downstairs and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window of the studio. No one was seen. He took the spare key with concern.

As soon as the studio opened, Lin Bai, Su Shan and Rosa were stunned.

There was a pile of messy painting paper on the floor of the studio. Xu Qiao was standing in front of the easel with a pen in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, creating passionately - drawing a dog... eating shit and eating with relish?
To be continued...