When Bentley drove into the Lishan Mansion in Xinglin Bay, Xu Qiao was thinking that her indissoluble bond with Xinglin Bay might really be able to write an autobiography. Look, not only does the career line start from here, but the emotional line is also here...

Bah, who is going to have a relationship line?

The car entered the garage and the light became dark. Xu Qiao glanced at Cheng Lang who was closing his eyes to rest, as if he didn't care whether she existed or not.

He sold so high that he really thought she didn't know it was a bitter plan?

At the beginning, she was in the hospital and was suddenly confused because of the incident. He led her nose for a while, but when she was given a "huhu" to him, she came to her senses.

The later ones, including getting into this car, were just thinking about "just be happy."

After all, Cheng Lang actually doesn’t need to be miserable, and she also thinks he’s miserable.

Although it was nothing serious in the end, when he was hit that time, he didn't know that he would definitely get out of danger.

There were three other people in the craft room at that time, and only he rushed up to protect her without thinking. Her...the fairy's heart also grew flesh!

Then just hit the trick, what a big deal.

However, when I took the elevator upstairs from the underground garage and found that this mansion with three large Xu family villas was empty from top to bottom, from inside to outside, Xu Qiao still cursed Cheng Lang in his heart.

Why bother to dismiss the servant? She planned to have dinner with him without his tricks. After he did this, wouldn’t the two of them be in a dilemma of starvation?

Xu Qiao struggled for ten seconds, thinking about whether to expose him and ask him to call the person back as soon as possible. She was so hungry.

At the eleventh second, I thought I'd better forget it.

Today, the "benefactor" is the biggest, so she should stop slandering her and be a fool.

"Auntie is not here?" Her face collapsed, "What should I do? I can't cook."

Cheng Lang turned his gaze to the distance: "The food seems to be ready."

Xu Qiao followed his eyes and looked at the open kitchen in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The golden wall lanterns covered the dining table with the dishes covered with dishes, and the rice cooker on the island was quietly steaming with hot steam, which looked very home-like.

She underestimated Cheng Lang's comprehensiveness. He was not hungry for him to sell misery.

Xu Qiao suddenly realized "Oh", fulfilling his intention, and asked on his own initiative: "But no one takes care of you, why do you eat if you don't have the convenience of your hands?"

"Use your left hand." Cheng Lang walked towards the kitchen counter, washed his left hand first, then took two wet tissues, wiped his right hand away from the wound, and was about to take a bowl to serve rice, but he heard a sigh coming from behind.

"Oh, I'll do it!" Xu Qiao couldn't watch the show anymore, so he went up to wash his hands, went to the bowl rack on his head, took off two bowls, and after serving the meal, he pointed to one of the bowls and said, "Is this the labor fee for me?"

Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and smiled, and suddenly raised his hand. When he was about to touch her head, he suddenly stopped.

He paused in a position that seemed to be rubbing her hair, and he didn't seem to have thought about how he had touched her unknowingly in a non-emergency situation.

Xu Qiao followed the rice in his left hand and the rice in his right hand, and then stood still in place. He looked diagonally upwards in surprise, and his heart thrust up and down.

Before he rubbed it down, she swallowed nervously and glared at him: "What are you doing? Are you sucking my Tianling Cap skills?"

"..." Cheng Lang's hand continued to lift up, as if the scenery above her head was just a view of him passing by. After reaching the bowl rack, he took off the third bowl and shook it and said, "I'm thinking, are you enough to eat only one bowl?"

"You only eat one bowl, am I a pig?" Xu Qiao scolded him, walked quickly to the dining table to place the dishes and chopsticks, and let out a sigh of relief.

Cheng Lang smiled with a smile: "Eat more, you only have two hands in total. If you faint a few more times, I will not be able to do anything."

Xu Qiao was a little at a loss and nodded: "Oh, I won't go into the craft room if I don't eat enough in the future."

Cheng Lang had a little more of a trace, and he wanted to rub her hair and praise her for being good.

He suppressed himself, walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, and tried to pick up the food.

Xu Qiao looked at him disgustedly.

Stop pretending!

She pulled away his chopsticks and stuffed the spoon into his hand: "Scoop it and eat it, tell me what kind of dish I want, I'll pick it up in a bowl for you."

Cheng Lang smiled: "Whatever you want."

Xu Qiao followed the doctor's instructions and picked him a dish containing zinc and protein, which would help the wound heal, and used his chopsticks to pick up a bundle of shredded carrots, a few slices of mushrooms and lean meat, and piled them on the rice in his bowl.

Because he was not convenient for him to use a spoon to handle it because she ate some by herself, picked some for him, and changed the chopsticks back and forth.

After he finished half a bowl of rice and made room in the bowl, she began to pick up quail eggs.

Cheng Lang just swallowed a mouthful of food when he suddenly heard her say "Oh": "It's going to fall off..."

Before he could finish speaking the word "光", Cheng Lang had already approached her chopsticks very quickly and caught the egg with his mouth.

Xu Qiao looked at the tip of the chopsticks fed to his mouth, and was about to praise him for reacting quickly, but suddenly stopped, lowered his head and looked at the empty chopsticks on his chopsticks, and the chopsticks that were still intact on his chopsticks.

"Am I..." Xu Qiao blinked slowly, closed her mouth halfway, and pulled back her chopsticks.

Cheng Lang chewed the quail eggs slowly, swallowed them and said calmly: "I took the wrong chopsticks."

Xu Qiao lowered her head awkwardly and cleared her throat: "Yes, yes...that's what, well, I'm not sick, don't worry about eating."

"..." What was she saying.

Cheng Lang nodded: "I feel relieved."

Xu Qiao looked at the chopsticks that Cheng Lang had bitten by his hand, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and stood up and said, "Then I'll get a pair of new ones..."

"I don't worry about you, but you don't worry about me?"

“…”

Is this a fucking question of whether to be at ease? Can you taste his saliva as if nothing is done?

Xu Qiao glared at him angrily.

Cheng Lang smiled and raised his hand and said, "You jokingly, you go and get it."

——

Xu Qiaosheng finished the meal with no desire.

In fact, this incident was just a small episode. The Qing Dynasty has been in danger for many years. It was not just a matter of life and death. But Cheng Lang was really sick and angry. The remaining half of the meal kept saying that he wanted to eat quail eggs, saying that he had never found the deliciousness of this food before, and missed a lot, and finally ate a full ten.

When he said he wanted it, Xu Qiao almost shouted, "Don't breed quails. Have you ever thought about the feelings of quails when eating quail eggs like this?" He endured the words and told himself that he had to follow him today.

Cheng Lang felt funny when he saw her little sucking bag. After dinner, he washed the fruit on the coffee table in advance and brought it to her with one hand, picked up a grape and handed it to her mouth: "Recite for you?"

Is it because she feeds him quail eggs and he feeds them back with grapes?

She can't get along with an oval tonight, right?

"Who has had any relationship with you?" Xu Qiao turned his head.

Cheng Lang's grapes followed again: "Eat one."

Do you have to have sex with her?

Xu Qiao glanced at him and bit him hard, but in the end he suddenly aroused a "um" and a "him" sound in the room.

Xu Qiao bit the grape and said vaguely: "I didn't mean it..." He was just a little unhappy, but she didn't expect to bite him.

Cheng Lang retracted her fingers that were knocked by her teeth and looked down: "It's okay, I'm not sick, don't worry about biting it."

“…”

She chewed the grapes and the flesh, staring at him with a wrinkled nose.

As a result, when he glared, he found that his face seemed to be white and had abnormal redness.

She stopped making trouble and leaned closer: "Did you get burned?" She said that, and touched his forehead with the back of her hand.

Before Cheng Lang could feel uncomfortable, she moved her hand away and touched her forehead again: "It seems to be hotter than me."

Xu Qiao asked him to sit and stop moving, followed him to guide him, took out the medicine box from the living room cabinet, picked up the ear thermos to measure his body temperature, and when he saw that it was exactly 38 degrees Celsius.

"What should I do?" Xu Qiao looked at the sky outside the window with a sad face. It was almost nine o'clock now. It was very cold outside in the middle of winter. It was so choking when I went to the hospital for emergency treatment when I had a fever. "Can I go to the hospital again?"

"No," Cheng Lang didn't expect that his mouth was as bright as he was, but it was obviously unwise to go to the hospital now. He was not afraid of making trouble for himself, but also about making trouble for Xu Qiao, "Just take some antipyretic medicine."

"No, what if it's caused by infection?" Xu Qiao pulled his arm, "You go to the hospital with me!"

"No, according to the amount of blood loss today, fever is normal."

Xu Qiao was angry: "I don't care. The doctor said it was normal and it was counted! Do you follow me?"

Cheng Lang had a headache and sighed and made a bad decision: "I'll ask Dr. Song to come here, is that okay?"

If it weren't known who his personal doctor was before, Xu Qiao might have been worried about such a simple check-up for home-to-door services, but now he doesn't have such concerns.

She believed in Song Mian's medical skills very much.

She nodded: "That's OK."

——

When Song Mian arrived at Lishan Mansion, he saw that the person who opened the door was Xu Qiao. He was a little stunned, and soon came back to his senses and greeted her: "Ms. Xu."

Xu Qiao was also stunned by his deliberate name avoiding suspicion. Before he could speak, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

She turned around and said, "I told you to lie on the sofa, why are you here to do?"

Cheng Lang did not answer, but only smiled faintly at Song Mian: "Doctor Song, please come here tonight."

Song Mian shook her head and said it was okay, and changed her shoes and entered the door. Her eyes fell on his right hand and she frowned: "What's going on? It's so hurt."
To be continued...