Seventy-third bowl of soup (eight)

Before that, Zhong Lang had lived for two lifetimes and hadn't cooked any food. Today was really the first time a big girl got on the sedan chair. Qing Huan was ordered to sit on a chair to watch and give some guidance from time to time. He didn't think it was any difficult, there were no skills in this world that he couldn't master.

So, although today’s meal took more than twice as long as it used to be, the dishes served at the end were all edible, and some of them tasted particularly good.

Qing Huan tasted it carefully and looked at Zhong Lang. He also looked at her, always feeling... there seemed to be a sense of expectation in his eyes. So she pondered and said, "...It's delicious."

In the next second, Lang's expression seemed a bit cheerful. Although his hand was injured, although his body was tainted with the smell of oily smoke, it was delicious to hear such a sound, and it seemed worth it.

This incident caused Zhong Lang's good mood to continue, and then after eating, he mentioned that Qing Huan should go to act. Qing Huan began to wonder if he had something special after realizing that Zhong Lang liked him very much. The picture, but Zhong Lang is something she can't understand, so she opened the script that Zhong Lang handed over first, and then opened her eyes slightly.

"Those you have photographed before, there is no need to take them again." Zhong Lang saw her surprise, so he said. She doesn't need to live in the past. If everything follows the path of her previous life, then what is the point of living in this life? What's more, the time has changed. She did not appear as she should have appeared, and there have been other heroines in a few movies-the response varies, because no one is her. "This is what I think is good, you first see if you are interested."

Qing Huan opened it up and was quickly attracted by the story. Then she asked Zhong Lang, "Why haven't I heard of this...?" How do you say that in the previous life and this life, except for the difference in her own choices Other things should remain the same, but she has never heard of this movie.

She also turned to the bottom page of the team. The director is a national treasure, the actor is the actor who has won three laurels, and even an inconspicuous character is an old drama. Such a movie, how... Can't she play it?

"A lot of things will change." Zhong Lang said this lightly. Of course he wouldn't tell her that he had thrown it down with money. In Zhong Lang's consciousness, there is nothing in this world that money can't do. If there is , It must be because it is not rich enough.

He couldn't understand what Qinghuan said. She took the script for a while and then asked him: "...Can I really go filming? You...don't you like me doing this job?"

"You like it, don't you?" Zhong Lang spread his hands to her, with a very good talk and a good mood, making Qinghuan unable to understand him even more, or perhaps she had never understood him.

I don't understand the cruelty and coldness of this man, nor his tenderness and devotion.

"I like..."

"That's enough." Zhong Lang suddenly leaned forward, and the two of them immediately got close, his hot breath sprayed on her face, making Qing Huan panicked. Those black eyes seemed to be able to see the depths of her soul, leaving her many unspeakable words turned into dust, crushed, blown out, and disappeared. "It's enough that you like it."

Of course he wanted to lock her up, just like the previous life, only let her see herself and only let her own herself, but what is the end of the previous life? What did he get? The time spent in just a few years was too short. The more he wanted to hold on to it, the easier it was to lose. There is an idiom that is not called to catch and let go. He didn't figure it out and wanted to let go. He was just experimenting with another method to see if she could stay by his side willingly, even if she occasionally releases the thread in her hand, she is this little kite. Will also fly back.

That's what he wants.

Qing Huan seems to be able to see what he wants to express in Zhong Lang's eyes. When this man pretends to be a gentle gentleman, he talks sweetly as if he doesn't need money to talk outside. All nonsense is just confidant, but when he is in front of her When I showed my true self, I didn't want to say anything.

She seemed to understand him a little more, and Zhong Lang on this side was not that difficult to approach, so the fear in her heart was lightened, and Qing Huan realized that she had never tried another way to get along with him.

She knows she can’t escape, she knows she can only belong to him, she knows that this person will never let go, so she is full of fear, she just wants to escape, she just wants to break away, the result of choosing head-on-head has already been revealed in her previous life. . Zhong Lang is not a hard-working person. If she resists, he will only suppress it more forcefully.

But... what if she changed it? If she no longer confronts him and no longer curses and curses him, will the final result be different?

So Qing Huan broke through, slowly raised a hand and touched Zhong Lang's face.

He is so good-looking, and when he stares at a person intently, his dark eyes seem to be able to engrave the person in it, which makes Qing Huan feel that he is different again. She is indeed beautiful, but what is the use of being beautiful? Beauty will grow old sooner or later, and what can attract Zhong Lang is that kind of thing on her body?

Zhong Lang was also taken aback by Qing Huan’s touch. He could hug Qing Huan with his hands and even do something indescribable. It didn’t blush at all, but when she took the initiative to approach him, How to put it, to use a metaphor, it is probably bathed in the bright spring light, with a breeze gently blowing across the cheeks.

She barely used any strength, just pressed it, and then rubbed it twice, but there was a tingling sensation rising from the tail vertebrae, and even the whole brain began to be unable to think. Zhong Lang stared at Qing Huan, expressionless. In his previous life, he had used many methods to punish her when she wanted to escape. Many of them asked her to take the initiative to kiss and please, but no one could match such gentleness.

Qing Huan was shocked when he watched him coldly, and quickly withdrew his hand, only to be caught by Zhong Lang and put it on his face again, and asked, "Touch it again."

She had no choice but to nudge again, Zhong Lang narrowed his eyes and suddenly threw her onto the sofa, and the atmosphere between the two became a very strange feeling. Obviously, I have done everything, and shared with each other no matter how ashamed or intimate, but at this moment, because of such a simple touch, both sides felt a little embarrassed. Qing Huan was embarrassing himself without going through his brain, while Zhong Lang was... he was hard.

Qing Huan also felt his physical reaction, and subconsciously refused: "I just finished eating, no way..."

"Exercise just to help digestion." Zhong Lang was too lazy to think about why that feeling was, just do as he wanted, and hugged people up. "The movie will start shooting right away, and you won't have time to accompany me. Feed me first."

"Wait, wait a minute--" Qinghuan stammered, "I, I didn't say I would shoot..."

"Of course you will." Zhong Lang bowed his head and kissed her. "You definitely will."

Before Qing Huan could ask him why he was so sure, his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say a word.

Later, Zhong Lang really had the words to say, and sent her to the studio the next day. In other words, she doesn't even need an audition, she used to be the heroine. This made Qing Huan a little nervous. Although she had taken the queen in a single shot in her previous life, it was based on her own strength, and she tried dozens of auditions before getting the first heroine and was rejected. Many times, it can be said that God blessed me to get that opportunity.

People who used to rely on their strength to eat will suddenly start walking through the back door one day. This feeling is really... self-evident.

Qing Huan knows that Zhong Lang is rich and powerful, but this person has always wanted to use his power to occupy her and trap her, like this to make a movie for her... Oh my God, she thought she was dreaming.

Zhong Lang saw her in a daze, and couldn't help but look at her. Today’s Qinghuan wears a tender yellow long skirt, which looks slender like a willow, but Zhong Lang knows what a beautiful body is hidden under this beautiful skirt. She can share her gentle effort with others. Makes herself radiant, but her cry is weak, but it will only belong to him.

Qing Huan was staring at him and couldn't pretend to be indifferent, so she stretched out her hand to cover Zhong Lang's eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't always look at me..."

"Look at what's going on." Zhong Lang was confident. "I watch it every night."

Qing Huan blushed and looked out the window as if she hadn't heard anything.

Fortunately, this person still knows to avoid suspicion, so he only brought her to the director to introduce her, and did not follow along, otherwise he would definitely not perform well when watching Qinghuan.

The movie she is going to play is a very, very ordinary story. The ordinary is likely to happen around you. But when Qing Huan just read the script, she knew that if it could be filmed well, it would definitely be a movie. Very good movie. It's like an elephant invisible, often the most common and most infecting.

But because she came in through the back door, when she saw the director, she felt a little vacant.

In her previous life, she also worked with this great director, but at that time she was already a popular new actress. She had just won the trophy. She was young and powerful. Everyone saw it, even if she played the role of a great director. The heroine also has confidence, now... Qing Huan tries hard to tell herself not to think about it.

What surprised her was that the director saw Zhong Lang suddenly smiled and turned into a flower. This one is notoriously unbelievable for Wudoumi. He who dares to challenge the country because of copyright issues has always been unsmiling and cold. , But now he smiled like a husky, and the unsmiling cold-faced person became Zhong Lang.