The seventy-third bowl of soup (2)
Because she didn't sleep well the night before, when she looked in the mirror the next morning, Qing Huan felt that her dark circles were as heavy as a giant panda. She scratched her hair and looked around the small room. The room is small and the bathroom is even smaller, but she loves to clean and tidies up. Even a small room looks very cozy.
This is her home.
He must never let Zhong Lang enter his life again. She didn't dare to bet whether Zhong Lang appeared by accident or something else, and she didn't want to have anything to do with this person, so she decided to resign after waking up from the nightmare last night.
Although she was very reluctant to be here, she had to leave, far away from all fates that might be entangled with Zhong Lang again. There will be another family, but there is only one life, and with that man, she will only die. In the past few years of her rebirth, she saved nearly 100,000 yuan in food and expenses, so she can go to another city to start again. It's a little troublesome, but compared to being Zhong Lang's woman, this is simply heaven.
She wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast either. Qing Huan put on light makeup to hide her haggard look, took her bag and went downstairs, only to hear someone honking the car horn as soon as she left the gate of the community. She wasn't used to being nosy, so she didn't pay much attention to it, but the horn sounded louder and louder, so she turned to look - her face paled for a moment.
The door of the black car opened, and long legs in trousers stepped out. Zhong Lang's handsome face with a gentle smile appeared in front of Qing Huan.
She immediately trembled all over, and was so frightened that she couldn't even say a word. The man approached her step by step, every step seemed to be stepping on the most vulnerable part of her soul, and every step of the knife was extremely painful. But she didn't dare to run away, so she could only hold on tightly to the strap in her hand, with deer-like wet eyes glistening with water vapor.
Very beautiful, but also very fragile.
Even though she was wearing very, very ordinary clothes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses that covered most of her small face, it still didn't detract from her charming beauty. Zhong Lang could hardly restrain the urge to crush her under him, Qing Huan's familiar plundering light appeared in his eyes, which made her shudder, and she backed away unconsciously as Zhong Lang approached. But after taking two steps back, she felt that she was too deliberately like this, so she suppressed the urge to escape, and pretended to greet people calmly: "... Zhong, Mr. Zhong, what a coincidence, you, why are you here? "
It's a pity that Zhong Lang is not the kind of person who is shameless, he has shown his interest in Qing Huan without any concealment, but compared with his previous life, this time his interest has put on the mask of a gentle gentleman. "It's not a coincidence, I'm here because I want to see you."
"..." Qing Huan suddenly didn't know how to reply. After experiencing such a hopeless past life, all the sparks in her life became lonely and dim, and she could no longer find any hope. Even his brain seems to be much duller, he has no courage and no future, and he doesn't know anything but escape.
"Ah, it might be a bit abrupt to say that." Zhong Lang chuckled, and handed over a paper bag with breakfast printed on it. "You didn't have breakfast, did you?"
She didn't dare to eat the food he gave. Who knows if there might be aphrodisiacs or... drugs in there. Qing Huan looked at Zhong Lang like a scourge, bit her lips and took a step back, shook her head and said, "No need, I've eaten."
But in the next second, her chin was pinched by the man's slender fingers, and she was forced to open it. Zhong Lang leaned closer and sniffed it lightly, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold: "It only tastes like mint, you should eat me!" Send it."
She wanted to struggle, but Zhong Lang easily grabbed her wrist and hugged her, with that defiant attitude, as if she was born to belong to him. Qing Huan was terrified and wanted to call for help, but when she saw those black eyes, she immediately lost all thoughts of resistance—the fear was deep in her bones and could not be changed.
Zhong Lang carried her into the car, then turned on the central lock in front of Qing Huan, and handed her breakfast in front of her: "Eat."
One order and one action, Qing Huan thought, she should have known that Zhong Lang is not easy to deal with, she wasted a foolish time last night thinking about whether to leave, she should leave as soon as the blind date is over!
But now she can only take the breakfast bag, which contains hot eight-treasure porridge and buns. Qing Huan picked up a bun and took a bite. She didn't know how to taste it, even if the buns were made by a five-star chef . But... The bun chewed twice in his mouth and dared not swallow it.
She really dare not swallow. The reason why she was addicted to drugs in her previous life was because of these ordinary daily foods. She didn't doubt that there was him. She didn't know what kind of person she had become until she broke out because of her resistance to drug addiction. In this life, her life has only just begun, and she hasn't lived a stable life yet. She doesn't want to lose her dignity and prostrate at Zhong Lang's feet, and really become a slave girl.
she wants...
"Why don't you eat it?" However, the man's voice was like a venomous snake spitting out a letter, soft and touching, but also secretly quenching the venom.
"Please..." She didn't swallow the bun in her mouth, looked at Zhong Lang pitifully, and said her prayers. "I don't want to eat... I don't want to..."
"Why are you crying?" Zhong Lang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with icy fingertips, Zhong Lang's expression could be called tenderness: "It's just breakfast, why don't you eat it?"
why do not you eat
Why
Qing Huan shook her head, she grasped Zhong Lang's hand covering her cheek, she just felt terrified, she was afraid of killing this man, she didn't want to see him again. There was no sweet feeling when being touched by him, it was like being licked by a cruel beast, just struggling before dying, because she didn't know when she would die. "...I'm afraid..."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
His expression is so calm, and Qing Huan's figure is reflected in the black eyes. She once loved him so much, but now the love is gone, only endless panic and struggle. Qing Huan knew that he did it on purpose, and Zhong Lang liked to torment her when she was disobedient, maybe...he already knew, otherwise how would he explain his reason for appearing in this small city? In this life, she left the capital very quickly, and she didn't even make the movie that made her famous in one fell swoop. It was impossible for Zhong Lang to get to know her!
Then there is only one possibility left. In this world... she is not the only one... reborn.
This thought made Qing Huan feel cold all over, Zhong Lang kissed her trembling cheek, "What's the matter, little boy, don't you recognize me?"
She wanted to push him, but she had no strength, only endless darkness and despair rushed towards her face.
It's over, it's over.
She is still his.
"No… "
"Be obedient." Zhong Lang kissed her, and there was a light in his eyes that Qing Huan couldn't understand. "That way I won't be angry."
"Don't..." she sobbed softly, "I don't want to..."
"No what?"
"Don't want you..." said while pushing him, as if he was the devil.
He is indeed a devil, a ruthless, ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel devil, he must grasp what he wants, and all the good things he shows are illusions. "Anything is fine, but you can't let me go."
After hearing this, Qing Huan felt that the sky was falling, but she didn't want to die, she wanted to live, life is so precious, how could she spoil herself like this? "No… "
"Hey, just come and kiss me."
Zhong Lang kissed Qing Huan's small mouth mixed with tears with his cold thin lips, hot and forceful, so sweet and so cute, what he once held tightly in his hands, and then lost. Then more than half of his life was lost, no amount of power and money could make up for it.
This woman is more important than he imagined, but what does that mean, Zhong Lang didn't think about it - he is used to dominating me, so his redemption is so simple.
If you like the gentle me, then give you the gentle me.
But that wasn't true, and he'd never understand.
"You will love me, little boy." Zhong Lang held her face in his hands, "I will give you whatever you want, and I will be a very gentle person in the future, okay?"
Qing Huan shook her head, she could only shake her head. "No… "
"Don't refuse me." The tone became a little colder, and then eased down again. "Hey, let's start again, do you remember? You used to love me very much."
It's a bit like a kid who is eager to reconcile, but which kid is as unreasonable as him
But Qing Huan's love is gone, she is deeply haunted by the pain of her previous life, whether it is a humiliating love or a humiliating death. Only after dying once did Qing Huan realize that to someone like Zhong Lang, she is as humble as an ant, without any respect—she can only cling to her.
Zhong Lang held this delicate cheek, the girl's skin was as delicate as fat, he liked every part of her, so he couldn't help but kiss her lightly. If you really want to respect him, he still doesn't understand, he just can't bear the pain of losing, so when he regains it, he just wants to protect it well.
She was too fragile, even under his wings, she was still fragile and would break at the first touch. So he needs to be careful, more careful.
Qing Huan didn't dare to say I don't love you anymore, she couldn't predict what Zhong Lang would do when she heard this sentence, even though he looked normal at the moment, being moody is exactly Zhong Lang's character traits. She flinched slightly during the kiss, and then said, "I, I'm going to work..."
"Eat breakfast first."
"No..." She cried out in fear. "I will not eat… "
Zhong Lang picked up a warm bun, took a bite and swallowed it himself, and then handed it to Qing Huan. She looked at the steamed stuffed bun that he had bitten, and she understood some things without saying anything. She didn't dare to refuse anymore, this was Zhong Lang's rare concession in her memory. He doesn't like people questioning him, especially her.
She tentatively took a small bite, leaving lovely tooth marks, but she still couldn't taste it. When Zhong Lang saw how obedient she was, the anger in his eyes receded slightly.