Of course not necessarily.

Although she could not escape from this matter, the monk could not escape from the temple, she had to explain the whole story to Cheng Lang clearly in order to take the initiative. She was interrupted just now and hit the gun directly. How ugly is that scene?

Xu Qiao felt that he could rescue him again.

She took a deep breath and said to Cheng Ye on the other end of the phone: "Oh, I remembered the wrong place..." Then she cut off the phone and quietly turned off the phone.

"Do you want to change the route?" Cheng Lang slowed down.

"Ah, yes, I got it wrong, it's not Odreden, it's..." Xu Qiao's brain was running rapidly, "It's Outlets! Do you know the Outlets Mall?"

"Know."

Xu Qiao looked at the hotel's main entrance with fear, and did not breathe a sigh of relief until the front of the car turned. He bent his knuckles with a sad face and knocked on his legs.

How can I say this? I just introduced the topic step by step with a unique and unique friend. How wonderful it is now like I was poked down by someone in the middle of yawning, and I felt like I was completely broken.

"You can get there after two streets," Cheng Lang looked at her, as if he thought she was sorry for reporting the wrong destination, "not far away."

Sure enough, not far away, Xu Qiao hadn't figured out how to speak, and the car stopped at the door of the outlet.

She sat down without moving, opened her mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls of air and closed it. Cheng Lang seemed to have misunderstood that she would not know how to open the car door, so she untied her seat belt and got out of the car and walked around to the side of the passenger.

Xu Qiao had no choice but to get off the car with a bitter heart.

Cheng Lang bent over and took out a brand new fifty-yuan banknote from the glove box: "If you find more cash, you have to subsidize the public funds yourself."

She thought for a while before remembering this: "Oh, yes."

Cheng Lang smiled and handed the banknote to her palm, as polite as ever, his fingertips didn't touch her skin: "Don't be careless next time."

It's "next time" again.

At the end, there is always a hint of "to be continued". Xu Qiao really feels that Cheng Lang's trick of flirting girls is very distinctive in idol dramas - at the end of each episode, it leaves the audience full of pink bubbles, making the audience who are waiting to scream in excitement and chase after the next episode. As a result, when I look at the beginning of the next episode: I'm just grinning, you'll show me this?

Seeing his meaning of separation, Xu Qiao looked at the noisy commercial area where people were coming and going, and sighed in his heart.

OK, look for opportunities to make it open and honest.

She waved at him: "Goodbye Mr. Cheng."

——

Xu Qiao thought that according to the progress of the two, this goodbye should be tomorrow night, but she didn't expect that for three consecutive days, she would be dedicated to her work and even switch night shifts with others on holidays, and she didn't wait for Cheng Lang.

It’s not that Cheng Lang didn’t come, but that their fate seemed to be exhausted.

Because one night, Shih said that when Pagani passed the station, she happened to be in the bathroom.

Xu Qiao believed that he was diligent enough and could only go to the bathroom once a night, but he could even miss it in just fifteen minutes?

Thinking of this, she and Cheng Lang were not destined to be together, but were too destined to be together.

After a few days of continuous operation, Xu Qiao couldn't bear it anymore. After get off work, she returned to the hotel and fell asleep in anger and tiredness.

This sleep went from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m., and Zhu Li called.

"Hello……"

"Are you still sleeping? Are you coming out to drink?"

"Didn't your hotel just open? Are you not busy?"

"I have to drink when I'm busy."

Xu Qiao heard that Zhu Li was frustrated in the shopping mall and wanted to vomit if he had any complaints.

She sat up from the bed, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and rubbed her neck: "Okay, where?"

"Just that new Yujinfang store is se."

——

The Yujinfang at night is as bright as daytime, and the neon lights on the streets and alleys are lit with colorful lights, and they are shining like beauty.

A layer of funks was boiling, and the rhythm of electric bass and drums was hitting people's hearts, causing the bloodlines of men and women who were in it to suddenly burst.

This newly opened bar is famous for its music. There are no private rooms in the audience. It is said that no matter where you sit, you can get the auditory effect on the resident singing stage.

However, some people say that the more important reason why SE can quickly gain a foothold in Yujinfang may be that among a number of high-end bars, there is no private room - a fully open space. Just like its name "Muse", it gives people in the entertainment venue more inspiration and desire for sexual encounters.

Tonight's se is as lively as usual.

Four young men sat in the second floor booth. During the quiet break of the resident singing, a complaining male voice rang: "When will the Lang arrive? How long have you been waiting? I, Jiang Fang, is still tens of millions of people in a minute..."

Someone joked: "They always earn tens of millions in a minute, but you lose tens of millions in a minute, right?"

"That's wrong." As the lights and shadows intertwined, the person involved finally appeared.

Cheng Lang walked through the stands and smiled and handed the suit jacket to the waiter. The four of them immediately stood up to welcome him into the throne.

Jiang Fang poured wine for Cheng Lang and glared at the other three: "That's right, do you say this like human words?"

"I mean," Cheng Lang knocked his knuckles on the tea table, "It's time to update this data after earning tens of millions in a minute."

Jiang Fang: "..."

Shen Dang smiled and shook his head, pointing at Cheng Lang: "You are still serious poison after so long."

"Oh, as we all know, we always change our sex only when we meet women." Jiang Fang put the wine glass heavily and said "hiss" as if he remembered something, "By the way, what do you mean today? Why don't you let women take care of them?"

Cheng Lang paused his movements when picking the watch.

Jiang Fang turned his head to Shen Dang, who was in the group: "Let the five big men drink here, Shen Dang, have you changed your sexual orientation?"

"Where," Shen Dang coughed lightly, "I just feel uncomfortable with the makeup."

"Why didn't you listen to you before..." Jiang Fang stared at Cheng Lang in the middle of his speech, "No, the key tonight is that there is a lot of Mr. Lang. Is the problem lies in..."

Cheng Lang bit a cigarette that had not been lit, and his eyes were a little dangerous.

Jiang Fang shut up and leaned over to light a cigarette for him, but was pushed away by him.

"Mr. Lang, I said the wrong thing, give me some face!"

Cheng Lang raised his chin behind him.

Jiang Fang turned around and through the gaps in the wooden partition, he saw a woman sitting next door.

Shen Dang turned his head back, looking around: "Lang is not smoking in a place where there are women, just biting it to relieve his addiction."

Jiang Fang suddenly realized and slapped his thigh: "A man like Mr. Lang, who treats women as treasures, I just doubted his sexual orientation? I am really blind."

"That's not it." Shen Dang looked at Cheng Lang with a smile, "You don't know, they started 'hunting' as soon as they returned to China."

"Yoho, which girl is so big that she can call Mr. Lang to take action himself?"

Shen Dang shrugged and said he didn't know: "Mr. Lang said that women are a book. You have to read them slowly before you can read them. Once you check all the aunts and aunts, what is the freshness of exploration?"

"High or always the waves are high," Jiang Fang hugged Cheng Lang, but couldn't stop curious, "What kind of girl is that? Can you say this?"

Chen Dang met Cheng Lang in private yesterday and talked about some recent situations. He roughly knew that the girl. Seeing that Cheng Lang was not very interested in talking in a noisy environment, he took the initiative to answer: "It's a soft girl. Her family's financial conditions should be average. After being wronged at work, she secretly shed tears alone and gave her a more expensive skirt. I was embarrassed to accept it. I asked her name and was embarrassed to speak. Anyway, every time Lang always flirted with her, she didn't know what to answer, it was very pure..."

The few people here were having a lot of chatting, but the content of the conversation was mixed by Fukele and passed to Zhu Li's ears in the next door, but it became a bass that could not be distinguished.

Zhu Li only heard the last few sentences during the bg short period, and felt that eight hundred years have passed, and rich men still eat the most pure little white rabbit.

After drinking a few cups of whiskey, she looked at the screen of her phone. Xu Qiao sent "Five minutes to arrive" fifteen minutes ago, and "Five minutes to arrive" ten minutes ago, and "Five minutes to arrive" again: "If you want to pick up my body directly, you can slow down."

The answer to her was Xu Qiao's own voice: "A row of whiskey is yelling to pour it. This is the amount of alcohol you can go out in the future, don't be my friend."

Zhu Li raised his head and saw Xu Qiao walking towards her beautifully in a pair of eye-catching rust red shirts and pleated transparent boots. The windbreaker was covered with a stomach-exposed sweater that was "relying on his waist" and a high-waisted leather skirt. She was so arrogant that she couldn't help but blew a hooligan whistle: "It seems that the toll station has not wasted you."

After Xu Qiao went upstairs, the resident singing station happened to change into a particularly noisy song. She didn't hear it clearly, so she handed the windbreaker to the waiter, sat opposite Zhu Li and asked her what she was saying.

Zhu Li repeated the sound of raising his voice again.

Xu Qiao pointed at the dark circles that he could not cover even if he concealed himself: "Isn't this wasteful enough?"

Zhu Li smiled and said, "Looking at how miserable you are, I suddenly feel that my messy things are not that bad."

Xu Qiao turned around and asked the waiter for a special cup of tea and asked her: "Who is blocking our Mr. Zhu's way for wealth?"

Zhu Li's entrepreneurial path is not easy.

The Zhu family has many male men, but there is only Zhu Li. Originally, Zhu Daddy wanted to cultivate Zhu Li like a lady from a famous family, and to be proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and to show off her wisdom and virtue and art. When she got older, she asked her to marry a good man and give the Zhu family a backing for the business world.

But Zhu Li hates these things, he is not a marriage philosophical and is determined to be a career. You can imagine how much resistance he faces.

She waved her hand and signaled that she didn't want to say, "The more you talk, the more annoying you become, so tell me some of your bad things. I might be more happy after hearing this."

"I'm really a little unpleasant."

The two hit it off, and Xu Qiao said everything he hadn't seen with Cheng Lang for three days.

Zhu Li was stunned: "You are a bit retro. It's already the 21st century and are still using this kind of date two thousand years ago? No, the ancestors two thousand years ago all knew about exchanging addresses and letters, and made an appointment with a flower before and after a month. It's hard to see if you can meet with me, it's up to luck?"

Xu Qiao straightened his back angrily: "Can I blame me? He is a big man who doesn't take the initiative, so I have to pay for it, a little girl? And he said he likes to be subtle, so I can only hold it in."

"Is he a zero-foundation player?" Zhu Li recalled the brief contact with Cheng Lang at the cocktail party that day. Just a gesture of drinking, it was obvious that the man was used to being lying on the Fengyue Field. "No, that man definitely looks like a playful man."

Xu Qiao took the cocktail handed over by the waiter and sighed: "Since that's the case, I've had so many encounters in the middle of the night, why didn't he ask me for the phone number?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the song on the resident stage ended, and the band changed the venue, and the ears suddenly became clear. A male voice came from the next door in this gap: "We have finally gotten together, and we have only been a few tricks. Are you leaving so early?"
To be continued...