Seventy-third bowl of soup (3)

Qinghuan was not sure what Zhong Lang wanted, so she tentatively said to him: "I still have to go to work...I, can I go?" She said that, but she didn't dare to move her hands or dare to move. If he makes the move that he can't wait to leave, he is afraid that Zhong Lang will see through the true thoughts in his heart.

"What's so good about such a class?" Zhong Lang hugged her ears and temples, his cold thin lips kept chewing on her ears and cheeks, "You obviously don't like this kind of life."

From 9 to 5, I have to face a group of stupid people every day, with a salary of two to three thousand yuan a month. She shouldn't be like this. She should be beautiful and delicious, and she should be admired and sought after by the world.

Qing Huan wanted to tell him that if a person had experienced her past life, then he would know that although the life like this is the most ordinary, it is also the most real and stable. Every day she only needs to worry about what to eat for the next meal, and she only needs to complain about when the price of beef has risen to buy her own house...It is such trivial and simple trivial things that make her yearn for more than the glory and wealth of the previous life.

She has dreams. She likes acting and wants to be a good actor. But if the price is to meet Zhong Lang and entangle him again, then Qing Huan would rather give up. For her, the whole world collapsed and Zhong Lang was not as terrible as Zhong Lang, but this man didn't realize this-he seemed to feel that he was always right, and what he decided was for her good, and he couldn't refuse.

"But I..."

"Little boy." Zhong Lang's voice became deeper, "You are not going to work today, are you." His hand slid from her back to the bag, tapping the surface of the bag lightly.

This is a very cheap and inferior bag. Qing Huan bought it on the carpet for thirty-five yuan, which is very different from the ones she used in her previous life. But she carries it everywhere, she only has such a bag in her life.

"What's in it, do I need to open it to take a look?" Zhong Lang smiled, but his voice was not like that at all. Qing Huan's heart shook, and the fear of Zhong Lang from the depths of her soul swept once again, occupying all of her mind. She didn't even dare to deny and explain, she could only ask him to let her go.

She thought she was begging, but in fact she was so afraid of shaking, she couldn't understand a word of what she said. Zhong Lang hugged her like a dream he could never catch.

"Good boy," he said in her ear, "this time, I will give you everything."

But I don't want to get anything from you.

Qing Huan had no guts to say this sentence. In the end, Zhong Lang took the initiative to let her go, watching her staggered out of the car like a beast from a flood. When crossing the road, she was almost wiped by the motorcycle because she ran so fast. He didn’t look back. He wanted to take him from him immediately. Drive out of your own world.

He began to feel the dull pain in his heart again. This kind of pain had never happened before, but he had been entangled inexplicably since his previous life. It was as if his heart was a piece of soft tofu, and these pains were like sharp iron wires, cut and broken apart little by little.

Zhong Lang didn't believe that there was love in this world, he just... couldn't tolerate the absence of Qinghuan by his side. When he heard the news of her death in the previous life, his crazy appearance was still vivid, but he returned to his youth after decades of pain in the blink of an eye. He didn't even think of anything, so he came to her. I thought she liked being gentle herself, so she pretended to be gentle—you can pretend to be for a lifetime, but Zhong Lang never thought that he was not the only one who went back to the past.

He looked for her as soon as he came back, but she just wanted to run away.

why?

Zhong Lang racked his brains but couldn't understand. He thumped the steering wheel, his raised eyes were as dark as the night, filled with bone cold.

When Qing Huan arrived at the company, she didn't dare to hand in the resignation letter in her bag. She had no doubt that when she handed in the resignation letter on the front foot, Zhong Lang could appear in front of her on the back foot. That being the case, she should continue to work, and then see the situation and react accordingly.

The fear and obedience to Zhong Lang made her unable to think when facing him. Only without seeing him can the brain resume normal operation. Qing Huan took a breath and started her daily routine of not moving on the radar.

I went to the staff cafeteria to eat at noon. The food was very rough, but it was cheaper. Three meals a day and a month only cost one hundred yuan, not including holidays and weekends, so Qinghuan eats in the cafeteria. After so many years, she lost the desire and idea of ​​getting along with others. Zhong Lang was extremely possessive of her in her predecessors. She once smiled at a star in a talk show, and the star was The scandal broke out and got out of the circle—that was still a woman. Even if the scandal is true, Qing Huan shudder at it.

This is Zhong Lang, he hopes that there is only him in the center of her eyes, but how is this possible, she loves 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 can two people be the same?

She couldn't love him anymore, after he trampled on all her self-esteem and personality worthless. Thinking of her humble ant 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 and that it was a new life. But if Zhong Lang appeared in the new life, it would be just a nightmare with a new mask.

As soon as I returned to the company in the afternoon, I saw the director with a look of joy announcing that their small company had been acquired by a large group! And there will be no layoffs, the salary will be doubled, and the rest will remain the same!

Where to find such a good thing?

The company Qinghuan works for is a food export company. It is small and unobtrusive. What big group will buy it? The performance is not so good. Does the boss of the big group have a lot of money or has a problem with his brain?

This question was answered when Zhong Lang appeared at the door of the company openly. Qing Huan bit her mouth and watched Zhong Lang walk towards herself step by step.

She refused to go to him, so he came to her and told the world that it should not be covered up.

Black trousers and white shirt make his already handsome appearance even more expensive and compelling. The smile on the corner of his mouth is as gentle as water. At first glance, he is a very easy to get along with and a very gentle person.

But Qinghuan knew that was not the case.

He is not a gentle gentleman at all, he is a devil who goes mad to destroy the world.

It's not enough to ruin her life, but to intervene in her second life. Qing Huan only felt that despair was coming surging, and her chest was uncomfortable. She knew that she couldn't escape Zhong Lang's net of heaven and earth. Don't ask why she didn't run away. She didn't know how many times she had escaped in the previous life, but the ending has not changed every time.

He can always find her, catch her, smile and say don't be naughty, have you played enough peekaboo games?

For Zhong Lang, perhaps this is a game, but for the prey in the game, no one asks her if she wants to, no one respects her decisions and ideas, her life is decided by others, and her joy and anger Sadness and music don't belong to her either-then what is left of her in the end?

In front of all the employees, Zhong Lang walked to Qinghuan. She still stood there blankly, carrying the lunch box in her hand-even though she was eating in the cafeteria, she brought her own lunch box and chopsticks. She had just washed it after eating, and heard the news before she could wipe it. Then, Zhong Lang appeared.

She didn't know what expression to make, Zhong Lang squeezed her face, and touched her pink cheek affectionately, "What did you eat at noon?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a few seconds before returning stupidly: "Cabbage fans, fried lotus root slices, fish..."

Zhong Lang's brows frowned almost invisible, no wonder he was so thin. He held Qing Huan's hand and said to the director: "Her afternoon is mine."

How dare the director offend such a big man, he hurriedly laughed: "Of course, of course."

Qinghuan glanced at him the moment he was taken away by Zhong Lang, with a faint smile on his face, but she didn't miss a moment of Zhong Lang's contempt-it was the contempt of a superior to people who were inferior to her. The director is certainly a petty citizen who is greedy and afraid of death and loves money, but Zhong Lang, who is Zhong Lang not like that?

She was taken to a hotel by Zhong Lang, Qing Huan grabbed the door and refused to go down. Of course she knew what it would be to face her if she followed up! Zhong Lang's sexual desire is extremely strong, his eyes are going to be angry when he sees her!

At last Zhong Lang was amused: "Aren't you coming down?"

Qing Huan shook her head resolutely.

"That's good." Zhong Lang didn't talk nonsense with her, he pushed her in and got into the car himself, and he locked it neatly, "Then do it here."

She was so scared that her face paled: "Don't..."

"It's late." The answer was a gentle and cruel voice. "Be obedient, dear, or I will be angry."

He is used to her petting her and giving her everything, but the prerequisite is that she must love him wholeheartedly, listen to his words, and be by his side.

The thin sweaters and long skirts that Qing Huan wore today are tightly covered, but the more they look like this, the more slender the figure is. People can't help but want to strip the clothes clean to see what treasures they contain.

She was not Zhong Lang's opponent at all. She was stripped seven or eight, and her white jade-like body shrank together pitifully. Zhong Lang squeezed her chin and forced her to look at him, asking her word by word: " Do you know what's wrong?"

Qing Huan nodded indiscriminately, trying to keep herself from having sex, but Zhong Lang was dissatisfied, and asked her, "What's wrong?"

What is there to say? She almost wanted to get angry, but the fear in her bones made her hold back this emotion, and only mumbled: "You shouldn't want to get out of the car."

"No." Zhong Lang gently pressed a kiss on her lips. "You can do nothing if you don't want to, but you can only do nothing."

That is, reject me.