Seventy-third bowl of soup (three)

Qinghuan couldn't tell what Zhong Lang was thinking, so she tentatively said to him: "I still have to go to work... can I leave?" He said this, but his hands did not dare to move, nor did he dare to make any moves that he could not wait to leave, for fear that Zhong Lang would see through the true thoughts deep in his heart.

"What's the best thing to do in such a class?" Zhong Lang hugged her ears and rubbed her hands, and his cold thin lips kept biting her cheeks. "You obviously don't like this kind of life at all."

From nine to five, she has to face a group of stupid people every day, with a salary of two or three thousand yuan a month. She should not do this. She should be rich and eat delicacies, and should be envied and sought after by the world.

Qinghuan really wants to tell him that if a person has experienced her past life, he will know that although this kind of life is the most dull, it is the most real and stable. She only needs to worry about what to eat for the next meal every day, just complain a few times when the beef price will rise again before she can buy her own house... It is such trivial and simple trivial matters that make her yearn for more than the glory and wealth of her previous life.

She has dreams, she likes acting and wants to become an excellent actor. But if the price is to meet Zhong Lang and then get entangled with him again, then Qinghuan would rather give up. For her, the whole world is not as terrible as Zhong Lang, but this man doesn't realize this - he seems to think that he is always right, and what he decides is for her good and cannot be rejected.

"But I..."

"Xiao Guai." Zhong Lang's voice became even deeper, "You are not going to work today, right?" His hands slid from her back to the bag and gently tapped the bag.

This is a very cheap and inferior bag. Qinghuan bought it for 35 yuan on the carpet, which is very different from the ones she used in her previous life. But she carried it everywhere, and she only had such a bag in her life.

"What's inside? Do I need me to open it and see it?" Zhong Lang smiled, but his voice was not that true. Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat, and the fear of Zhong Lang from the depths of her soul swept over again, occupying all her mind. She didn't even dare to deny it or explain, and could only ask him to let her go.

She thought she was begging, but in fact she was afraid of shaking so badly that she couldn't hear anything she said. Zhong Lang hugged her like a dream that she would never be able to grasp.

"Be good." He said in her ear, "This time, I'll give you everything."

But I don't want anything from you.

Qinghuan had no courage to say this. In the end, Zhong Lang took the initiative to let her go, and saw her staggering from the car like a flood and beast. When crossing the road, he was almost wiped by a motorcycle because he ran too fast. He didn't look back and wanted to expel him from his world immediately.

He began to feel the dull pain in his heart again, which had never been before, but it had been entangled inexplicably since his previous life. It seemed that his heart was a piece of soft tofu, and these pains were like sharp iron wires, cut little by little, falling apart little by little.

Zhong Lang didn't believe that there was love in this world, he just... could not tolerate that Qinghuan was not with her company. When he learned about her death in his previous life, his crazy appearance was still vivid in his mind, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his youth after decades of pain. He came to her without even thinking about anything. He thought she liked her gentle self, so he pretended to be gentle - it was okay to pretend for a lifetime, but Zhong Lang couldn't imagine that he was not the only one who returned to the past.

He came to her as soon as he came back, but she just wanted to escape.

Why?

Zhong Lang racked his brains and couldn't figure it out. He hit the steering wheel, his eyes raised were pitch black as late as the night, filled with a deep cold.

When Qinghuan arrived at the company, she didn't dare to submit the resignation letter in her bag. She had no doubts at all. After handing over the resignation letter, Zhong Lang could appear in front of her. Since that's the case, she should continue to work and then adapt to the situation.

The fear and obedience towards Zhong Lang made her unable to think when facing him. Only by not seeing him can her brain resume normal operation. Qinghuan took a breath and started her daily workflow of radar stationary motion.

At noon, I went to the staff cafeteria to have a meal. The food was very rough, but it was better because it was cheap. I only paid 100 yuan a day and a month. Holidays and weekends were not included, so Qinghuan ate in the cafeteria. So many years have passed, and she has lost the desire and idea of ​​getting along with others. In her previous life, Zhong Lang was extremely possessive of her. She once smiled at a little star in an interview program. The next day the little star broke out and left the circle - that was still a woman. Even if the scandal was true, Qinghuan was not shy about it.

This is Zhong Lang. He hopes that he is the only one 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 all her self-esteem and personality, she was worthless. Thinking of herself as humble as an ant in her previous life, Qinghuan felt that she had been swallowed up by the darkness. She tried hard to tell herself that it was a dream, it was a new life. But if Zhong Lang appeared in a new life, it would be just a nightmare and changed to a mask.

As soon as I returned to the company in the afternoon, I saw the director announce with a happy face that their small company was acquired by a large group! And if there is no layoff, the salary will be doubled, and the rest will be the same!

Where can I find such a good thing?

The company where Qinghuan works is a food exporter. The scale is small and inconspicuous. What big group will acquire it? The performance is not much better. Does the boss of the big group have more money or has a problem with his brain?

When Zhong Lang appeared openly at the company's door, everything was answered. Qinghuan bit her mouth and watched Zhong Lang walk towards him step by step.

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

The black trousers and white shirt made his already handsome appearance even more noble. The smile on the corner of his mouth was as gentle as water. He looked very easy to get along with and very gentle.

But Qinghuan knew that this was not the case.

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

It was not enough to ruin her life, and she had to interfere in her second life. Qinghuan only felt overwhelming despair and felt uncomfortable in her chest. She knew that she could not escape Zhong Lang's net. Don't ask her why she didn't escape. She didn't know how many times she had escaped in her previous life, but the ending of each time had not changed.

He could always find her, grab her, smile and say don't be naughty, have you played enough hide-and-seek games?

For Zhong Lang, maybe this is a game, but for the prey in the game, no one asked her if she was willing or not, no one respected her decisions and ideas, her life was decided by others, and her joys, sorrows, sorrows, and happiness did not belong to her - so what was left to her in the end?

In front of all the employees, Zhong Lang walked to Qinghuan. She stood there blankly, holding the lunch box in her hand. Although she was eating in the cafeteria, she brought the lunch box and chopsticks herself. She just washed it and heard about this news before she could wipe it. Then, Zhong Lang appeared.

She didn't know what expression to put on, so Zhong Lang pinched her face and lowered his head intimately to rub her pink cheeks, "What did you eat for lunch?"

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

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

The director dared not offend such a big shot, so he hurriedly smiled: "Of course, of course."

Qinghuan glanced at him when he was taken away by Zhong Lang. There was a faint smile on his face, but she did not miss a moment of Zhong Lang's contempt - that was the contempt of the superiors for people who were inferior to him. Although the director was a greedy citizen who was afraid of death and loved money, Zhong Lang, who was not Zhong Lang?

She was taken to a hotel by Zhong Lang. Qinghuan grabbed the car door and refused to go down. Of course she knew what she would face if she followed her! Zhong Lang was very strong, and his eyes were about to get angry when he looked at her!

In the end, Zhong Lang was so upset: "Don't you come down?"

Qinghuan shook her head firmly.

"Okay." Zhong Lang didn't talk nonsense to her, but pushed her in and then got into the car himself, and simply locked it up, "Then do it here."

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

"It's too late." The answer to her was a gentle and cruel voice. "You must be obedient, or I will be angry."

He wanted to spoil her and give her everything, but the prerequisite was that she had to love him wholeheartedly, listen to his words, and be with him.

The thin sweater and long skirt that Qinghuan wore today was covered tightly, but the more she looked thinner, it looked so thin that it made people want to peel the clothes clean to see what treasures it contained.

She was no match for Zhong Lang at all. She was stripped and her white jade body was slid together like a pitiful one. Zhong Lang pinched her chin and forced her to look at him, and asked her word by word: "Do you know you are wrong?"

Qinghuan nodded randomly, trying to prevent her from leaking her spring scenery, but Zhong Lang was not satisfied and asked her again: "Where was the mistake?"

What's there to say? She almost wanted to get angry, but the fear in her bones made her resist this emotion and said in a depressed voice: "You shouldn't want to get off the car."

"No." Zhong Lang gently printed a kiss on her lips. "You can do nothing if you don't want to do anything, but there is only one thing that cannot."

That is, reject me.
Chapter completed!