Cheng Lang was quiet for a few seconds, then asked, "don''t you remember?"
"Ah, what should I remember?" Xu Qiao pulled up her hair in distress.
Although Cheng Lang can''t see her expression now, she has to perform the details in order to make her voice sound like that.
"Nothing. Forget it." Cheng Lang smiles.
If it wasn''t for last night''s mistake, who would have done it with him? Xu Qiao gave a fist to the air reluctantly: "what''s the matter? Make it clear. "
"I heard last night that you bought wine and went home. I was worried that you would drink by yourself. I came to see you."
"I opened the door for you?" Xu Qiao pretended to be surprised.
"No, I opened it myself. Gottezhu has a spare key."
Xu Qiao blinked gently.
Although this man is coquettish, but did not take advantage of her "amnesia" make up, still coquettish aboveboard.
She reluctantly accepted his words: "let''s forget the special situation last night. From today on, I want to cancel the backup key of gaotezhu."
"It has been confiscated." Maybe it''s because of laughing. Cheng Lang''s voice sounds a bit like the tenderness when they first met. "I think it over carefully. Although I think I''m trustworthy, from your point of view, it''s really unfair. Oolong like last night is easy to cause misunderstanding, so I''ve handed over the backup key to Aunt Zhou. If something similar happens in the future, I''ll ask aunt Zhou to come and have a look. Do you think it''s good? "
Actually know to speak with her in a deliberative tone, what makes this dog man sensible all night? Is it her amazing beauty?
Xu Qiao lowered her mouth, lifted the skirt of her bathrobe and looked in. It was beautiful. No wonder the dog''s mouth was spitting out ivory.
It''s a pity that Cheng Lang handles things in an orderly way. She can''t find fault.
She has never been seen by a man for so long. If she takes advantage of him, she still wants to find some bones in her eggs and get some interest from him.
"Speak up." Cheng Lang smiles and urges.
Why is he smiling at every word today?
Xu Qiao found fault: "why do you laugh all the time? It''s a hairy laugh. "
Cheng Lang seems to be stunned. After being stunned, he laughs again: "Oh, a big project on hand made some progress yesterday, so he''s in a good mood."
“……” This big project is not "the big project of hunting for beauty, have you fallen asleep today?"?
That "thunderous" Sao words played in the ear again.
Xu Qiao rubbed her hot ears and planned to run away: "I have to get up and go to work. I won''t gossip with you any more. Don''t call me when it''s big!"
Cheng Lang agreed: "I don''t think it''s necessary to call sometimes, but my mobile phone still can''t send SMS to you."
“……” Is there another way to get rid of the blacklist?
"You mean to blame me?" Xu Qiaoqi crossed his waist.
"I''m just stating objective facts."
"If you could text, you wouldn''t call me, would you?"
"In theory, it is."
"In practice, it must be! I''m going to work hard. How can I scold you every day? "
"Well, I don''t bother you at work."
"OK," Xu Qiao said in a big voice of "put your resume here, go back and wait for the interview notice." then you hang up the phone, go back and wait for the blacklist! "
In the office on the 62nd floor of lanchen group headquarters, Gao Rui saw Cheng Lang smile seven times in a few minutes, and even after hanging up the phone, he still sprinkled the exclusive dog food that only tezhu could enjoy -
"how can she be so rude?" Cheng Lang asked him.
Gao Rui automatically translated this sentence in his mind and replied, "maybe he grew up eating keaido."
Cheng Lang eyebrows: "I said she was cute?"
As for your tone of praise, I still need to analyze how much the corners of your mouth rise when you say someone is horizontal, and how much Wang Chun is in your eyes?
"Oh, I misunderstood that." Gao Rui''s face was "whatever you like". Speaking of business, "doctor song is here, waiting at the door. Would you like to come in?"
Cheng Lang returns to normal, nods, gets up and sits on the sofa.
Song Mian came in and gave him a routine examination of blood pressure and heart rate. He took off the stethoscope and said, "do you say that you have a high incidence these two days?"
Cheng Lang nodded.
"But there''s no physical abnormality."
"What do you mean?"
"Frequent onset, but no abnormal signs, indicating that your body is slowly adapting to the process of onset, which is a good phenomenon." Song Mian pondered for a moment, "excuse me, do you have something in common with the two recent attacks?"
Cheng Lang recalled the process of covering for Xu Qiao downstairs in the apartment and rubbing her forehead in the bathroom. He simply summed up: "it''s all accidental emergencies. I made some emergency actions without thinking.""That is to say, you took the initiative?"
"Yes."
"Are there any special details in the course of the disease?"
"Last time, I restrained myself from making stress response after confirming the onset of the disease. The latter time, I didn''t feel the abnormal symptoms at the first time, but I realized that I was in physical contact with the other person before I felt uncomfortable. "
Song Mian nodded: "this is a great progress. You can forget that you are a patient in some moments, which shows that there are more important things for you to do in these moments."
"Important?" Cheng Lang squinted.
"Yes, it''s important. Heart disease depends on heart medicine, when these moments become more and more important in your heart, your disease will be more and more controllable. The process of desensitization is actually the process of love. To put it bluntly, according to your description, I think you have fallen in love with each other. "
Cheng Lang raised his eyelids and frowned: "can the doctor announce the" date of death "to the patient at will when the patient doesn''t take the initiative to ask?"
Song Mian laughed: "you are serious, then you forget what I just said."
Cheng Lang clasped his hands and blinked slowly. After a long silence, he said with a reluctant but helpless smile, "I''m afraid it''s a bit difficult."
The mobile phone from the coffee table vibrated and interrupted their conversation.
Cheng Lang glances at the screen, and his light eyes add to his strength.
It was the first text message Xu Qiao had sent him in such a long time: "why is there a bag on my forehead?"??? "
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Xu Qiao found that her forehead had horns when she washed.
Last night, the situation was a bit chaotic. Although Cheng Lang rubbed it for her for the first time, they were both distracted by other things and still didn''t rub it thoroughly.
Of course, Xu Qiao thinks it''s just a common bruise. Originally, there was no need to negotiate with Cheng Lang, but she had to do the whole play. If she didn''t ask this, she would show up.
So she deliberately made three question marks to strengthen the interrogative tone to prove that she really didn''t remember anything.
Cheng Lang quickly replied, "you accidentally hit the wall last night. What kind of bag? Take a picture. I''ll show it to the doctor. "
Xu Qiao:" no, it''s troublesome. "
Cheng Lang:" be obedient. 」
“……” Xu Qiao shakes her hand with her mobile phone.
Let''s take a picture, let''s take a picture. Why are you so ambiguous!
She put on a cute little hairring in front of the bathroom mirror to show her forehead. When she took a picture with her mobile phone, she found that the hairring was easy to get into the mirror, but she was not satisfied with it. She took it off and replaced it with a more mature clip. She adjusted it to the sad angle of looking up at the sky at a 45 degree angle and wiped one.
As a result, a closer look at the photos, the forehead side of the hair how a little oil?
Oh, I was supposed to wash my hair after taking a bath last night. Some unexpected guest upset my plan.
Alas, although Cheng Lang''s impression on her is not so important, is it a bit sorry for her appearance to send out such a sloppy picture?
It''s not bright enough. PS is coming. Xu Qiao opened a beauty software and started a professional operation. She didn''t send a multimedia message to Cheng Lang until every trace of her hair looked soft and fluffy.
Three seconds later, Cheng Lang replied: "the "
" No. "
Xu Qiao was stunned and re opened the big picture.
“……” Why did you drop the bag to p!
With the strength of exasperation, she crackled: "the light is not good at home! The front lens pixel of mobile phone is low! That''s what it is! "I didn''t say it was your problem. "Then I''ll ask the doctor to come. "
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Xu Qiao really hated to see a doctor, but because she refused to admit that her p-chart was excessive, she had to face the doctor.
The work plan was delayed. After eating the lunch prepared by Aunt Zhou at home, she waited for the doctor to come.
Cheng Lang said that he had a meeting in the afternoon and couldn''t leave for the moment. Later, the doctor came alone and asked her to identify the person before opening the door. He also sent her an inch photo of the doctor''s profession.
As soon as Xu Qiao looks at the photo, she remembers that before there was an accident at home, she was also the one who examined her scalp in the hotel. It seems that her surname is song. Because she is pretty beautiful and has a friendly and gentle personality, she left some impression.
It''s not a new high-end apartment. When the doorbell rings, Xu Qiao listens to Cheng Lang and confirms the person through the door mirror before opening the door: "doctor song?"
As soon as the door opened, song Mian''s eyes were fixed and said, "it''s me. It''s Mr. Cheng who told me to come here."
Xu Qiao blinked strangely.
It seems that the last time Dr. Song saw her, he had this strange reaction, as if he knew her.
She felt her nose and felt that she had no idea. She invited people in and pointed to the door: "can I leave the door open?"Song Mian slightly stagnated, and quickly said with a smile: "of course."
Xu Qiao did not take song Mian to the sofa, but stopped at the dining table.
Song Mian seemed to have a good eye. He put down the medicine box nearby and asked her to sit down. Then he put on the rubber gloves like last time and poked away her broken hair. He asked, "when did you bump into it?"
"Last night."
"Did you rub it when you just hit it?"
Xu Qiao a "rub off" just to the mouth, suddenly between the cliff.
This is Cheng Lang''s man. She''s losing her memory. She can''t help.
"I don''t remember," she said vaguely
"Don''t you remember?" Song Mian looked serious.
"Ah," Xu Qiao guessed that he misunderstood, "it should not hurt my brain, but I drank too much last night..."
Song Mian was a little relieved.
"That Have you rubbed it or not? You can ask Cheng Lang about it Xu Qiao said awkwardly.
"He was there?"
Xu Qiao nodded.
It seems that song Mian thought of something and was in a trance.
"Doctor song?"
He said, "I think he should have rubbed it for you."
Xu Qiao was stunned: "your doctor is so powerful, can you rely on" thinking "
Of course, I didn''t expect it, but it''s not hard to guess combined with Cheng Lang''s "emergency action" mentioned at noon.
With a smile, song Mian did not answer the question directly. He released his hand and said, "are there any other adverse reactions? Like dizziness, nausea? "
"No
"Then there''s no big problem. It''s just a local hematoma. You don''t need medication. Cold compress within 72 hours and hot compress after 72 hours." It seems that Xu Qiao doesn''t understand these common sense very well. He added, "cold compress with ice bag, hot compress with hot towel. There is no limit to the number of operations. Just pay attention not to spend too much time each time, and don''t frostbite or scald yourself."
"It sounds so complicated. It''s not enough, OK?" She frowned.
"If it''s too much trouble, it will be better, but it will take longer. You can ask people to help you apply, "Song Mian said here, looking around," now there is no aunt to take care of you? "
"There is..."
Xu Qiao answers half Leng Leng.
What do you mean by "no aunt is taking care of you now?" it''s like he knows that she was originally a daughter surrounded by stars.
Xu Qiao''s face was suspicious: "how do you know that I was taken care of by my aunt before? Do you know me?"
Song Mian looked away from her face: "guess, I''ve seen you once in aldereyden before. Ordinary people can''t afford to stay in that hotel."
"If so, you should make sure that I have an aunt by my side. Why do you ask that question more?"
His subconscious "now" is a reaction to the changes and recent situation of her family.
Song Mian''s action of packing the medicine box was silent. He let out a breath: "sorry, Miss Xu, I have heard of you."
Know and know. What''s the big deal? What''s the lie?
Xu Qiao frowned briefly: "what''s your full name?"
Song Mian picked up the finished medicine box and went out: "it''s time for me to go, Miss Xu."
"Leave your name before you leave." Xu Qiao stood up, "if you don''t say it now, I can ask Cheng Lang back. The result is the same."
Song Mian turned his back to her and froze in the porch. After a long silence, he turned back and said, "Song Mian." And then he left in a hurry.
Xu Qiao was stunned.
Song Mian
Song Mian?
A distant fuzzy memory, with the smell of grass in summer many years ago, came into her mind piecemeal.