Seventy-third bowl of soup (2)

Because I didn't sleep well the night before, I looked in the mirror when I washed the next morning and felt that my dark circles under my eyes looked like giant pandas. She scratched her hair and looked around the small room. The small bathroom in the room is smaller, but she likes to be clean and tidy up, even the small house looks very warm.

This is her home.

Never let Zhong Lang enter his life again. She didn't dare to bet whether Zhong Lang appeared accidentally or something else, and she didn't want to get involved with this person anymore, so she decided to resign after waking up from a nightmare last night.

Although she was reluctant to be here, she had to leave, avoiding all the fate that might be entangled with Zhong Lang again. There will be home again, but only once, with that man, she will only die. In the past few years of her rebirth, she saved nearly one hundred thousand yuan in frugality, so she could go to another city and start again. It's a bit troublesome, but compared to being a Zhong Lang woman, this is simply heaven.

I didn't feel much in the mood for breakfast. Qing Huan put on a light makeup to conceal the haggard color, and took the bag and went downstairs. As a result, he heard someone honking the car horn at the gate of the community. She was not used to being nosy, and she didn't pay much attention to it, but the sound of the horn was getting louder and louder, so she looked back-her face was pale in a moment.

The door of the black car opened and he stepped out of his long legs in trousers. Zhong Lang's handsome face with a gentle smile appeared in front of Qing Huan.

She was trembling all over, so afraid that she couldn't even say a word. The person approached her step by step, and every step seemed to step on the most fragile part of her soul, one step at a time, and the pain was extremely painful. But she didn't dare to escape, she could only hold on to the strap in her hand tightly, water vapor gleaming in the deer-like wet eyes.

Extremely beautiful, but also extremely weak.

Even though she is wearing very, very ordinary clothes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses that can cover most of her small face, this still does not detract from her attractive beauty. Zhong Lang almost couldn't restrain the urge to crush her under him, his eyes showed the light of Qinghuan and the familiar plunder, which made her heart beat, unconsciously backing back as Zhong Lang approached. But after two steps back, she felt that she was a little too deliberate, so she suppressed the urge to escape, and pretended to calmly greet people: "... Zhong, Mr. Zhong, it's a coincidence, you, why are you here? ?"

It's a pity that Zhong Lang is not the kind of person who wants a face. He shows his interest in Qinghuan without concealing it, but compared to his previous life, his interest this time wears the mask of a gentle gentleman. "It's not a coincidence, I am here because I want to see you."

"..." Qing Huan suddenly didn't know how to reply. After experiencing such a desperate past life, all the sparks in her life had become lonely and dim, and she could no longer find any hope. Even with it, it seems that the brain is much slower, there is no courage and no future, and I don't know anything except escape.

"Ah, it might be a bit abrupt to say that." Zhong Lang chuckled lightly and handed a paper bag with the word breakfast printed on it. "You shouldn't have breakfast, right?"

She didn't dare to eat the food he gave. Who knows if there will be aphrodisiac or... drugs in it. Qing Huan looked at Zhong Lang like a scourge, took a step back while biting his lips, shook his head and said, "No, I have eaten."

But 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 smelled it gently. His face was still smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold: “It’s just the taste of mint, or eat me. Give it."

She wanted to struggle, so Zhong Lang twisted her wrists and hugged her easily, with a defiant attitude, as if she was born to him. Qing Huan was frightened and wanted to call for help, but when she was seen by those black eyes, she suddenly lost all the thoughts of resistance - fear was deep into the bone and could not be changed.

Zhong Lang hugged her into the car, then turned on the central lock in front of Qinghuan, 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 a good person to deal with. Last night she wasted all night stupidly thinking about whether to leave, she should leave after the blind date!

But now she can only take the breakfast bag, which contains hot eight-treasure porridge and steamed buns. Qing Huan picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. She didn’t know the taste. Even if the steamed bun was made by a five-star chef, she couldn’t taste it. . But... the bun chewed twice in his mouth and didn't dare to swallow it.

She really didn't dare to swallow. The reason why she got poisoned in her previous life was because of these ordinary daily foods. She didn't doubt that she had him. She didn't know what kind of person she had become until she fought against the drug addiction. Her life has only just begun in this life. She has not had enough days of stability. She doesn't want to lose her dignity and crawl under 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 poisonous snake spitting out a letter, soft and moving, and darkened with poison.

"I beg you..." The bun in her mouth didn't swallow, she looked at Zhong Lang pitifully, and told her prayers. "I don't want to eat...I don't want to..."

"What are you crying for?" The cold fingertips wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Zhong Lang's expression was so tender: "It's just for breakfast, why not?"

why do not you eat?

why?

Qing Huan shook her head, and she grabbed Zhong Lang's hand covering her cheek, only feeling the fear deepened. She was afraid of dying this man and didn't want to see him again. When she was petted by him, she no longer felt sweet. It was like being licked by a cruel beast, struggling before she died, because she didn't know when she would die. "...I'm afraid..."

"What's to be afraid of?"

His expression is so neat and leisurely, and Qinghuan's figure is reflected in her dark eyes. She once loved him like that, but at this moment there is no love, only endless panic and struggle. Qing Huan knew that he was deliberate. Zhong Lang liked to toss her when she was disobedient. Maybe... he knew it a long time ago, otherwise, how could he explain his reason for appearing in this small city? In this life, she quickly left the capital. She didn't even make the movie that made her famous. There is no chance that Zhong Lang will know her!

Then there is only one possibility left. In this world... she is not the only one... reborn.

This thought made Qing Huan cold all over, Zhong Lang kissed her trembling cheek, "What's the matter, dear, 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, everything is over.

She is still his.

"Do not……"

"Be obedient." Zhong Lang kissed her, eyes gleaming incomprehensible Qinghuan. "That way I won't be angry."

"Don't..." She sobbed softly, "I don't want..."

"Nothing?"

"Don't want you..." he said while pushing him, as if he was the devil.

He is indeed a devil, a ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel devil. What he wants must be grasped in his hands, and all the goodness shown is an illusion. "Anything is fine, but I can't be spared."

After Qinghuan heard it, she only felt that the sky was falling, but she didn't want to die, she wanted to live, life is so precious, how could she abuse herself like this? "Do not……"

"Hey, just come and kiss me."

Zhong Lang kissed Qinghuan's teary mouth with his thin cold lips. It was hot and strong, so sweet and so cute, what he once held tightly in his hands, but later lost it. Then more than half of his life was missing, no amount of power and money could make up for it.

This woman is more important than he thought, but what does that mean? Zhong Lang didn't think about it — he was used to solo, so his recovery was so simple.

If you like me who is gentle, then give you me who is gentle.

But that's not true, he will never understand.

"You will love me, little boy." Zhong Lang held her face, "I will give you whatever you want. I will be a very gentle person in the future, okay?"

Qing Huan shook her head, she could only shook her head. "Do not……"

"Don't refuse me." The tone became colder, and then eased again. "Hey, we did it all over again, do you remember? You used to love me very much."

It's a bit like a child eager to reconcile, but which child has him so unreasonable?

But Qinghuan's love is gone, she is deeply entangled by the pain of the previous life, whether it is humiliating love or humiliating death. It was only after death that Qing Huan realized that to a person like Zhong Lang, she was humble like an ant, and could not get any respect-she could only rely on it.

Zhong Lang held the delicate cheeks, and the girl's skin was as delicate as fat. He liked everything about her, so he couldn't help covering her with a soft kiss. If you really want to say respect, he still doesn't understand. He just can't bear the pain of loss, so when the loss is recovered, he just wants to protect it.

She is too fragile, even under his wings, she is still fragile and breaks with one touch. So he needs to be careful and careful.

Qinghuan dare not say that I don't love you anymore. She can't predict what Zhong Lang will do when she hears this sentence. Even if he looks normal at the moment, his moodiness is precisely Zhong Lang's character. 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 his belly before handing it to Qing Huan. She looked at the bun he had bitten, and she didn't say something without telling it. She didn't dare to refuse any more, this was already Zhong Lang's rare concession in her memory. He doesn't like others to question him, especially her.

She tentatively took a small bite, leaving a lovely tooth mark, but she still didn't know how to eat. When Zhong Lang saw her being so obedient, the hostility in his eyes faded slightly.