Seventy-third bowl of soup (3)
Qing Huan was not sure what Zhong Lang was thinking, so she tentatively said to him: "I still have to go to work... I, can I go?" If he made the slightest gesture of impatiently wanting to leave, he was afraid that Zhong Lang would see through the true thoughts deep in his heart.
"What's so good about a class like that?" Zhong Lang hugged her ears and rubbed his hands, his cold thin lips kept biting her cheeks next to her ears, "You obviously don't like this kind of life at all."
Working from nine to five, facing a group of stupid people every day, and earning a salary of two to three thousand yuan a month, she shouldn't be like this. She should be well-clothed and rich in delicacies, and should be envied and sought after by the world.
Qing Huan really wanted to tell him that if a person had experienced her past life, then he would know that although this life is the most ordinary, it is also the most real and the most stable. She only needs to worry about what to eat for the next meal every day, and only needs to complain about when the price of beef will increase again and when will she be able to buy her own house... It is such trivial and simple trivial matters that make her desire more than the glory and wealth of her previous life.
She has a dream, she likes acting and wants to be an excellent actress. But if the price is to meet Zhong Lang and get entangled with him, then Qing Huan would rather give up. To her, the collapse of the whole world is not as terrible as Zhong Lang, but this man is not aware of this - he seems to think that he is always right, and what he decides is for her good, and cannot be rejected.
"But I..."
"Little boy." Zhong Lang's voice became even deeper, "You don't have to go to work today, do you?" His hand slid from her back to the bag, tapping the surface lightly.
This is a very cheap and low-quality bag, Qing Huan bought it on the carpet for thirty-five yuan, it is completely different from the ones she used in her previous life. But she carries it everywhere, she only has one bag in her life.
"What's in it, do you need me to open it and have a look?" Zhong Lang smiled, but his voice was completely different. Qing Huan's heart skipped a beat, and the fear of Zhong Lang in the depths of her soul swept over again, occupying her entire mind. She didn't even dare to deny or explain, so she could only beg him to let her go.
She thought she was begging, but in fact she was shaking out of shape because of fear, and she couldn't hear a word of what she said. Zhong Lang hugging her is like hugging a dream that he will never be able to grasp.
"Be good." He whispered in her ear, "This time, I'll give you everything."
But I don't want anything from you.
Qing Huan didn't have the guts to say this. In the end, Zhong Lang took the initiative to let her go, and watched her stagger out of the car like a beast avoiding a flood. When crossing the road, she was almost wiped by a motorcycle because she was running too fast. Own world expulsion.
He began to feel the dull pain in his heart again. This kind of pain has never been experienced before, but it has been haunting him inexplicably since the previous life. It was as if his heart was a piece of soft tofu, and these pains were like sharp iron wires, bit by bit they were cut and fell apart bit by bit.
Zhong Lang doesn't believe that there is love in this world, he just...can't bear not having Qing Huan by his side. When he heard the news of her death in his previous life, he still remembered his crazy appearance, but in the blink of an eye, after decades of pain, he returned to his youthful days. He came to her without even thinking about it. Originally thought that she liked a gentle self, so she pretended to be gentle—it was okay to pretend for the rest of her life, but Zhong Lang couldn't imagine that he was not the only one who went back to the past.
He came looking for her as soon as he got back, but she just wanted to escape.
why
Zhong Lang racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He thumped the steering wheel, and his raised eyes were as dark as the night, filled with a bone-chilling cold.
When Qing Huan arrived at the company, she didn't dare to hand in the resignation letter in her bag. She didn't doubt at all that Zhong Lang could appear in front of her after handing in the resignation letter. That being the case, she should continue to work, and then adapt to the situation according to the situation.
Fear and obedience to Zhong Lang made her unable to think when facing him. Only when she didn't see him could her brain resume normal operation. Qing Huan took a breath, and started her daily workflow of not being on the radar.
I went to the staff cafeteria for lunch at noon. The food was rough, but it was cheap. Three meals a day for a month only cost 100 yuan, excluding holidays and weekends, so Qing Huan ate in the cafeteria. After so many years, she has lost the desire and idea of getting along with others. In her previous life, Zhong Lang was very possessive of her. She once smiled at a starlet on a talk show, and the starlet died the next day. A scandal broke out and she retired—it was still a woman. Even if the scandal is true, Qing Huan shudders at it.
This is Zhong Lang, he hopes that she only has him in her eyes, but how is this possible, what she loves is the gentle and generous Zhong Lang, and this gentle and generous Zhong Lang is fake and does not exist in this world at all , How could two people be the same
She couldn't love him anymore, after he trampled all her self-esteem and personality to nothing. Thinking of her humble ant-like self in her previous life, Qing Huan felt as if she had been swallowed by darkness. She tried to tell herself that it was a dream, this was a new life. But if Zhong Lang still appears in the new life, it is just a nightmare with a different mask.
As soon as I returned to the company in the afternoon, I saw the director announcing with joy that their small company was acquired by a big group! And no layoffs, double the salary, and the rest will remain the same!
Where can such a good thing be found
The company that Qing Huan works for is for food export, it is small and inconspicuous, what kind of big group would buy it? The performance is not so good. Does the boss of the big group have more money or something wrong with his mind
This question was answered when Zhong Lang appeared at the door of the company openly and aboveboard. Qing Huan bit her lip and watched Zhong Lang walk towards her step by step.
She refused to go to his side, so he came to her to tell the world that there should be no concealment.
Black trousers and white shirt made his already handsome appearance even more extravagant and compelling, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as gentle as water. At first glance, he was a very easy-going and gentle person.
But Qing Huan knew that was not the case.
He is not a gentle gentleman at all, he is a devil who goes crazy and destroys the world.
It is not enough to ruin her life, but also to interfere with her second life. Qing Huan could only feel overwhelming despair rushing in, and her chest felt uncomfortable. She knew that she would not be able to escape Zhong Lang's net. Don't ask her why she didn't run away, she did not know how many times she ran away in her previous life, but the ending didn't change every time.
He can always find her, catch her, and say with a smile, don't be naughty, have you played enough peek-a-boo games
For Zhong Lang, maybe this is a game, but for the prey in the game, no one asks her if she is willing, no one respects her decisions and ideas, her life is decided by others, her emotions Sorrows and joys do not belong to her—so what is left of her in the end
In front of all the staff, Zhong Lang walked up to Qing Huan. She was still standing there blankly, with a lunch box in her hand—although she was eating in the cafeteria, she always brought her own lunch box and chopsticks. Then, Zhong Lang appeared.
She didn't know what expression to put on, Zhong Lang squeezed her face, and kissed her pink cheek affectionately, "What did you have for lunch?"
Qing Huan was stunned for a few seconds before returning stupidly: "Cabbage vermicelli, stir-fried lotus root slices, fish..."
Zhong Lang frowned invisibly, no wonder he was so thin. He held Qing Huan's hand and said to the director, "Her afternoon is mine now."
How could the director dare to offend such a big man, he quickly laughed along with him: "Of course, of course."
Qing Huan glanced at him the moment Zhong Lang took him away, and there was a faint smile on his face, but she didn't miss the moment of Zhong Lang's contempt—that was the contempt of a superior person for those who were inferior to her. The director is certainly a petty citizen who is greedy for life, fears death and loves money, but Zhong Lang, who doesn't Zhong Lang treat like that
She was taken to a hotel by Zhong Lang, Qing Huan clung to the car door and refused to get out, of course she knew what would be in front of her if she followed her in! Zhong Lang's sexual desire is extremely strong, the way he looks at her almost makes him angry!
In the end Zhong Lang was annoyed: "Aren't you coming down?"
Qing Huan firmly shook her head.
"That's good." Zhong Lang didn't talk nonsense to her, he pushed her in and got into the car himself, and locked it neatly, "Then do it here."
She was so frightened that her little face turned pale: "Don't..."
"It's late." It was a gentle yet cruel voice that answered her. "Be obedient, my dear, or I will be angry."
He wants to get used to her, pamper her and give her everything, but the prerequisite is that she must love him with all her heart, listen to his words, and be by his side.
The thin sweater and long skirt that Qing Huan wore today were tightly covered, but the more she looked like this, the slimmer her figure became. One couldn't help but want to peel off the clothes to see what kind of treasures were hidden inside.
She was not Zhong Lang's opponent at all, she was stripped to pieces, her body like white jade shrunk pitifully together, Zhong Lang pinched her chin and forced her to look at him, and asked her word by word: " Do you know what's wrong?"
Qing Huan nodded indiscriminately, trying her best not to let her happiness leak out, but Zhong Lang was not satisfied, and asked her again: "What's wrong?"
What can I say? She almost wanted to get angry, but the fear in her bones made her hold back the emotion, and she just said sullenly, "I shouldn't want to get out of the car."
"No." Zhong Lang gently pressed a kiss on her lips. "You don't have to do what you don't want to do, but there is only one thing you can't do."
That is, reject me.