Seventy-third bowl of soup (two)

Because she didn't sleep well the night before, when she was washing up the next morning, Qinghuan looked in the mirror and felt that her dark circles were as heavy as giant pandas. She scratched her hair and looked around the small room. The small bathroom was smaller, but she loved to clean and could clean it up. Even the small room looked very warm.

This is her home.

She must not let Zhong Lang enter her life again. She dare not bet whether Zhong Lang appeared accidentally or something else, and she did not want to have any involvement with this person anymore, so she decided to resign after waking up from a nightmare last night.

Although she couldn't bear to leave here, she had to leave and avoid all the fate that might be entangled with Zhong Lang again. She would have another family, but she only had one life. She would only die with that man. In the past few years of her rebirth, she saved nearly 100,000 yuan and could start again in another city. It was a bit troublesome, but compared to being Zhong Lang's woman, it was simply paradise.

She was not in the mood to eat breakfast, so Qinghuan put on light makeup to hide her haggard look, took her bag and went downstairs, but as soon as she left the community, she heard someone honking the horn. She was not used to meddling in other people's business and didn't pay much attention to it, but the sound of the horn became louder and louder, so she turned around and looked pale in an instant.

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

She immediately shivered all over, so scared that she couldn't even say a word. The man walked towards her step by step, and every step seemed to step on the most vulnerable place of her soul, and it hurt extremely severely. But she didn't dare to escape, so she could only hold the bag in her hand tightly, and the wet eyes like a deer flashed with water vapor.

Extremely beautiful and extremely weak.

Even though she was wearing very, very ordinary clothes and wearing black-framed glasses that could cover most of her little face, it still did not damage her charming beauty. Zhong Lang could hardly suppress the urge to press her under her body to ravage her. Qinghuan's familiar plundering light appeared in his eyes, which made her frightened and retreated without realizing that 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 say hello to others calmly: "...Zhong, Mr. Zhong, what a coincidence, how could you be here?"

Unfortunately, Zhong Lang is not the kind of shameless person. He showed his interest in Qinghuan without any concealment, but compared with his previous life, this time his interest was wearing a gentle gentleman mask. "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 desperate past life, all the sparks in her life became lonely and dim, and she could no longer find any hope. She seemed to have a lot of dullness in her brain, no courage and no future, and she didn't know anything except running away.

"Ah, it may be a bit abrupt to say this." Zhong Lang chuckled and handed over a paper bag with the words "Breakfast" printed on it. "You shouldn't have breakfast?"

She didn't dare to eat the food he gave. Who knew if there would be aphrodisiacs or... drugs inside. Qing Huan looked at Zhong Lang as if he was a beast, biting his lips and taking a step back, shook his head and said, "No need, I've eaten it."

But the next second her chin was pinched by the man's slender fingers and was forced to open it. Zhong Lang leaned closer and sniffed it gently. His face was still smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold: "It only tastes mint, so let's eat what I gave it to you."

She wanted to struggle, but she was easily picked up by Zhong Lang. Her arrogant attitude seemed to be born to him. Qinghuan was frightened and wanted to ask for help, but when she was seen by those black eyes, she suddenly lost all the thoughts of resistance - fear was deeply rooted and could not be changed.

Zhong Lang carried her into the car, then put the central control lock in front of Qinghuan, and handed the breakfast to her: "Eat."

One order and one action, Qinghuan thought that she should have known that Zhong Lang was not an easy person to deal with. Last night, she was stupid and wasted all night thinking about whether to leave. She should have left after the kiss!

But now she could only take the breakfast bag, which contained hot eight-treasure porridge and buns. Qinghuan picked up a bun and took a bite. She didn't know the taste. Even if the bun was made by a five-star chef, she couldn't taste any taste. But... the bun was chewed in her mouth for a few times and didn't dare to swallow it.

She really didn't dare to swallow it. The reason why she was poisoned in her previous life was because of these ordinary daily foods. She didn't suspect that she had them. It was not until the attack of drug addiction that she knew what kind of person she had become. Her life had not started soon. Her stable life had not been enough. She didn't want to lose her dignity and crawled at Zhong Lang's feet, and really became a female slave.

She wants...

"Why don't you eat it?" However, the man's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, gentle and moving, and darkly tempering the poison.

"Please..." She didn't swallow the bun in her mouth, and looked at Zhong Lang pitifully, telling her prayer. "I don't want to eat...I don't want to..."

"Why are you crying?" The cold fingertips wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Zhong Lang's expression could be called tender: "It's just a breakfast, why not?"

Why not eat it?

Why?

Qinghuan shook her head, and she grabbed Zhong Lang's hand covering her cheek, feeling fearful to the bone. She was afraid of this man and didn't want to see him again. When he was touched, she no longer felt sweet, just like she was licked by a cruel beast, and she was just struggling before death, because she didn't know when she would die. "...I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

His expression was so leisurely. Qinghuan's figure reflected in his black eyes. She had loved him like that, but now there was no love, only endless panic and struggle. Qinghuan knew that he did it on purpose. Zhong Lang liked to toss her when she was disobedient. Maybe... he knew it a long time ago, otherwise how could he explain the reason for appearing in this small city? She quickly left the capital in this life, and she had not even made the movie that made her famous in one fell swoop. It was impossible for Zhong Lang to have the chance to get to know her!

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

This thought made Qinghuan feel cold all over. Zhong Lang kissed her trembling cheeks, "What's wrong, Xiao Guai, don't you recognize me anymore?"

She wanted to push him, but she had no strength, only endless darkness and despair came to her face.

It's over, everything is over.

She is still his.

"No……"

"Be obedient." Zhong Lang kissed her, his eyes flashing with light that Qinghuan couldn't understand. "This way I won't be angry."

"No..." She sobbed in a low voice, "I don't want it..."

"Don't want anything?"

"I don't want you..." he pushed him as he seemed to be a devil.

He is indeed a devil, a ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel devil. He must hold what he wants in his hands. All the beauty he shows is an illusion. "Everything can be done, but I can't do it."

When Qinghuan heard this, she felt that the sky had fallen, but she didn't want to die. She wanted to live. Life is so precious. How could she slander herself like this? "No..."

"Good, just come and kiss me."

Zhong Lang kissed Qinghuan's little mouth mixed with tears with cold thin lips. It was hot and powerful, so sweet and cute. What he once held tightly in his hand was lost. Then he lost more than half of his life, and even more power and money could not make up for it.

This woman is more important than he thought, but that means that Zhong Lang never thought - he was used to being the only one, so his recovery is so simple.

If you like the gentle me, then give you the gentle me.

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

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

Qinghuan shook her head, she could only shake her head. "No..."

"Don't refuse me." His tone became colder and harder, and then he eased. "Be good, we've done it again, do you still remember? You loved me very much."

A bit like a child who is eager to make peace, but which child is as unreasonable as him?

But Qinghuan's love is gone. She is deeply entangled in the pain of her previous life, whether it is humiliating love or humiliating death. After dying once, Qinghuan realized that for a person like Zhong Lang, she was as humble as an ant and could not receive any respect - she could only rely on it.

Zhong Lang held the tender cheeks, and the girl's skin was as delicate as cream. He liked every part of her, so he couldn't help but kissed her. If you really want to respect him, he still didn't understand. He just couldn't bear the pain of losing, so when he lost it, he just wanted to protect him.

She was too fragile, and even under his wings, she was still fragile and broke with one touch. So he needed to be careful, and be careful again.

Qinghuan dared not say that I don’t love you anymore. She couldn’t predict what Zhong Lang would do after hearing this. Even though he looked normal at this moment, moodiness was Zhong Lang’s personality trait. During the kiss, she shrank slightly and said, “I, I’m going to work…”

“Eat breakfast first.”

"No..." She cried in fear. "I won't eat..."

Zhong Lang picked up a warm bun, took a bite and swallowed it, and handed it to Qinghuan. She looked at the bun he had bitten, and didn't say anything, but she didn't dare to refuse anymore. This was already a rare concession for Zhong Lang in her memory. He didn't like others to question him, especially her.
Chapter completed!