As Xu Qiao said, no one in this world can escape the process of waving his mouth.

The key to persuading people is to eliminate the other party's concerns while grasping the other party's pain points. Cheng Lang knows how to judge people's hearts and situations too well. Xu Kangrong does not miss his daughter, but the more he sees his daughter's success, the less he wants his failure to become a stain on her. He doesn't want her to be ugly because of his father, so although he can't help but come, he is also sneaking.

Cheng Lang gave Xu Kangrong a look and suggested that he would chat later.

Xu Kangrong agreed and told Cheng Lang that he was fine and could wait in the car for more time and not delay Xu Qiao's work.

Cheng Lang nodded and returned to the art museum with Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao quietly sighed to him along the way, saying that her father was an elder in front of her and was like an employee in front of him.

This actually makes some sense.

Xu Kangrong has not followed the old path to continue to operate jewelry. After all, there are different business opportunities at each stage. After he left his hometown, he started real estate in Southeast Asia. China's real estate has developed quite maturely, but in some Southeast Asian countries, this is a burgeoning emerging industry.

Xu Kangrong saw business opportunities, and Cheng Lang cleared the way for him, which was exaggerated, and even provided the "golden finger". Without Cheng Lang, Xu Kangrong could not have gained a foothold in Southeast Asia so soon.

So at this critical moment, it was originally when the future father-in-law was testing his future son-in-law, but when they arrived, their relationship became abnormal.

Xu Qiao also knew that Cheng Lang must be helping her father in business, so her father could not help but act like a look at people, and he was jokingly scruples, but he didn't really take it to heart.

After all, Cheng Lang is already very nice to her. She is not like ordinary girls. She needs to rely on her father to set an example for her boyfriend.

When the two returned to the hall, the afterparty had already begun.

If the meaning of the fashion show that just ended is to establish a brand image, then the afterparty after the fashion show is an important part of consolidating the brand relationship.

Publishers of first-line fashion magazines, senior editors, fashion circle experts, brand partners... countless industry elites will develop social here.

Although there are actually so many elites in the fashion industry who go to the show, Xu Qiao has never seen the world when she watched the show as a buyer, but for her who has made her mark at the fashion show tonight, this is a social event that cannot be missed.

So even if Xu Kangrong waits, she still has to do the important things well.

The two of them met with many familiar faces in the banquet hall. While drinking, Cheng Lang initially took Xu Qiao, but later he saw her dealing with her freely, gradually letting go, and walked to the side to drink with Jiang Fang, Shen Dang and Song Mian.

A young man who had entrusted eighteen layers of relationships to show off passed by them and saw Cheng Lang on the sofa. He didn't know that he was the president of Lanchen Group. He turned around and whispered: "Isn't that the one on the big screen just now, Yu Li's boyfriend?"

Jiang Fang patted Cheng Lang on the shoulder: "I've been demoted, Mr. Lang."

Cheng Lang supported his temple and smiled comfortably: "It's my girlfriend who is so outstanding."

"If the younger brother and sister are better, if you go out in the future, there will be no Mr. Xiao Cheng, but only your younger brother and sister-in-law boyfriend. What does it feel like?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "It's a taste that you will never enjoy in your life."

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"Also," Cheng Lang made a gesture, "The statement can be more rigorous. Since it is in the future, it will be more than just a boyfriend."

Jiang Fang has heard too many firsts from Cheng Lang's mouth. For example, this time, it was the first time that a domineering president emphasized the identity of "husband" so tactfully.

Song Mian and Shen Dang were both understanding when they heard this and raised their heads from the chat.

"Mr. Lang is preparing to get married?" Chen Dang asked.

Cheng Lang smiled, the obvious default meaning.

"Old Mr. Cheng..." Because there were so many people and his eyes were mixed, he was only half of his words, asking Cheng Lang whether his grandfather would put resistance on this.

Cheng Lang put his phone on the glass coffee table, slid it gently, and threw it over to show it to him.

I looked at the mobile phone screen and found a video message sent by my mother Cheng an hour ago. In the video, Mr. Cheng was wearing a pair of reading glasses and was struggling to look at the computer. The computer screen was the live broadcast scene of the fashion show just now.

The old man looked like "Although he doesn't understand the aesthetics of you young people, he still looks quite powerful."

Next, Cheng's mother said, "[Shhh] son, your father secretly took photos of your grandfather. This time, I can really bring people home."

He laughed in a deep smile: "Okay, Mr. Lang, it's time to put the proposal on the agenda."

Jiang Fang raised his hand enthusiastically: "I will help you arrange the proposal scene, pink petals, pink balloons, pink bubbles, pink lace, and you will be satisfied."

Cheng Lang and Shen Dang looked at him with a look that was hard to describe and even two words.

"Let yourself go, let Mr. Lang go, don't make Mr. Lang angry and turn around and run away." Chen Dang patted Jiang Fang's back.

Song Mian lowered her head and smiled.

Jiang Fang sighed: "Okay, I won't interfere, please observe the chief? Mr. Lang, when will you say it?"

Cheng Lang leaned against the backrest of the sofa and calmly shook the wine in his goblet: "Wait for the opportunity."

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After the party, Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao met with Xu Kangrong and returned to Lishan Mansion.

Although after dinner orders, the three of them didn't eat a regular meal, and it was the time to fill their stomachs.

The dinner at home was arranged in advance by Cheng Lang. He knew that it was not too extravagant tonight. The more homely the atmosphere was, the more eased the relationship between the father and daughter. So he prepared a table of ordinary Beicheng dishes, and the birthday cake was not exaggerated - after all, the three of them were actually a bit stupid when facing a nine-layer cake tower.

After dinner, Cheng Lang acted as a bridge between the father and daughter, and asked Xu Qiao all the words he said stubbornly, so that she could understand her father's recent situation. She also talked about Xu Qiao's recent life intentionally or unintentionally in her words.

When they finally lit candles and ate the cake, perhaps the bridge of Cheng Lang played a role, or perhaps the father and daughter were both excited by the wine on the table, and the alcohol was overwhelmed. Xu Kangrong wiped his tears and sang an out-of-tune birthday song for Xu Qiao. Xu Qiao finally opened his arms and asked his father for a hug.

Cheng Lang asked the aunt to cook sober up soup and drank a bowl of the father and daughter who seemed not very sober.

But the effect of this sobering soup is not immediate, it still has to go through a process.

Xu Qiao's routine of drinking is to be stinky and beautiful, and his relatives don't recognize her relatives, regardless of Cheng Lang and Xu Kangrong, and walked on the model steps on the runway tonight and went upstairs to tear down the birthday gifts everyone gave her.

Cheng Lang originally wanted to accompany her, but Xu Kangrongsheng dragged him hard and shouted in a confused manner: "Mr. Xiao Cheng, don't leave, listen to me-"

He had no choice but to ask his aunt to go up and take care of Xu Qiao and help the big one to the sofa.

Unexpectedly, after the people in the living room dispersed, Xu Kangrong suddenly stopped going crazy. Except for his blushing face, his expression had recovered from calmness. He sat upright and laughed dryly: "Mr. Xiao Cheng, I offended it just now."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and probably understood the meaning of Xu Kangrong's move.

Maybe he had something to talk to him, but he was afraid that Xu Qiao would be suspicious and turned around to ask questions, so he pretended to be drunk.

Cheng Lang nodded and said it was okay and invited the person into the study: "Mr. Xu has something to say here."

Xu Kangrong sat on the single sofa, rubbed his palms and his knees: "Mr. Xiao Cheng, then I'll just say it. I want to ask you, Qiao Qiao doesn't seem to know what you helped me pay back the debt?"

Cheng Lang nodded.

Xu Kangrong hesitated for a while with difficulty: "This matter..."

Cheng Lang continued: "I didn't mention it to her before, and I won't tell her in the future."

When he paid off Xu Kangrong's debt, Cheng Lang held an air and gave himself a step, defining this matter as exchanging money for a transaction left by Xu Qiao.

Xu Kangrong was desperate and worried that forcibly taking away his daughter would let her follow her to the end of the world, and be surrounded and intercepted by those loan sharks of all kinds of religions and thwarts, threatening her personal safety, so he agreed to Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang was too good at negotiating and never thought at that time that Xu Kangrong had the possibility of refusal.

But then I thought about it carefully, if Xu Kangrong was more courageous and insisted on taking his daughter away, he might have to grit his teeth and pay the debt for the Xu family.

Because his motivation is his heart.

However, there is no if.

Although the two had their own positions at that time, no matter what, it would not be a pleasant thing for Xu Qiao.

They all knew very well that with Xu Qiao's tough mouth and not hard heart, she would definitely understand them, but she would inevitably feel sad.

"It seems that I have never admitted my mistake to anyone other than her and grandpa," Cheng Lang sighed and smiled, "But in this matter, I have to admit to you that if I do it again, I will not force you to choose. I will beg her to stay in a more appropriate way."

"Mr. Xiao Cheng, don't say that. You really helped our family. After all, it's all my fault for being a dad." Xu Kangrong sighed, "I mentioned this to you, and I also want to tell you that I have saved some money these days. I will repay the debt you paid for me intact. Although it may take a lot of time, I will definitely pay it back three, five, and ten years."

Cheng Lang understood Xu Kangrong's mood.

After all, Xu Kangrong is unsure. He will always be in love with Xu Qiao as always. If they enter marriage, of course, it is best to be absolutely equal.

"Although I don't think it's necessary, because I will treat her equally no matter what, but if you insist on doing this, I am willing to accept your repayment. I just hope you don't worry, put your health first, and for her, your safety and health are the most important thing."

"I know..." Xu Kangrong wiped the corners of his eyes, "I know."

Cheng Lang stood up and patted his shoulder.

Xu Kangrong also stood up and said with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Xiao Cheng, I have to meet customers tomorrow, so I won't stay overnight. Qiao Qiao and I don't like to cry and part. Just turn around and say to her for me, and say that I will definitely come back to spend with her on New Year's Eve this year."

Cheng Lang nodded: "Then I'll send someone to take you to the airport."

"No need to worry..."

"Mr. Xu," Cheng Lang smiled with his arm, "Let's stop talking to two families for the whole family."

Xu Kangrong looked at him with a flash of eyes, silently, raised his hand, and gently patted the back of his hand twice.

Although he didn't say anything, Cheng Lang saw what the father meant from this solemn gesture.

He was saying that his daughter was handed over to him.

After seeing Xu Kangrong away, Cheng Lang took out a letter from the study drawer and went up to the second floor.

Xu Qiao was sitting on the bedroom carpet and was crazily dismantling gifts. She didn't look drunk, but she was a little drunk and was in a passionate state.

Seeing him coming, she raised her waist angrily: "Where is your gift? Why haven't you given it to me yet!"

Cheng Lang walked over with a smile and sat on the carpet.

He had no such sloppy habit of sitting on the ground before, probably because he was infected by her.

"My gift is too big, I can't get it for the time being." Cheng Lang explained to her.
To be continued...