Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Seventy-third bowl of soup (2)

Seventy-third bowl of soup (2)

Because I didn't sleep well the night before, Qing Huan looked in the mirror the next morning and felt that her dark circles were as heavy as a panda. She scratched her hair and looked around the small room. The small room and the bathroom are smaller, but she loves to clean and tidy up, even the small room looks very warm.

This is her home.

Don't let Zhong Lang enter his life again. She didn't dare to bet whether Zhong Lang appeared unintentionally or something else, and she didn't want to have anything to do with this person anymore, so she decided to resign after waking up from a nightmare last night.

Although she is very reluctant to be here, she must leave, far away from all the fates that may be entangled with Zhong Lang again. There will be another home, but only one life, with that man, she will only die. In the past few years of her rebirth, she has saved nearly 100,000 yuan from food and frugality, and she can start over in another city. It's a little troublesome, but compared to being Zhong Lang's woman, it's just heaven.

I wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast either, so Qing Huan put on light makeup to hide her haggard look, took her bag and went downstairs. As soon as she left the gate of the community, she heard someone honking the car horn. She wasn't used to meddling and didn't pay much attention to it, but the trumpet was getting louder and louder, so she turned to look - and her face paled for a moment.

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

She immediately trembled, and she couldn't even utter a word. The man approached her step by step. Every step seemed to be stepping on the most vulnerable part of her soul. But she didn't dare to escape, she could only hold on to the strap in her hand tightly, and her wet eyes like a fawn flickered with water vapor.

Extremely beautiful, but also extremely delicate.

Even though she wears very, very ordinary clothes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses that cover most of her small face, it still doesn't detract from her stunning beauty. Zhong Lang could hardly hold back the urge to crush her under him. His eyes showed the familiar plundering light that Qing Huan was familiar with, which made her heart skip a beat, and she unknowingly retreated as Zhong Lang approached. . But after taking two steps back, she felt that she was too deliberate, so she resisted the urge to escape, and pretended to say hello to people calmly: "...Zhong, Mr. Zhong, what a coincidence, why are you here? ?"

Unfortunately, Zhong Lang is not the kind of person who wants to be shamed. He has shown his interest in Qinghuan without any concealment, but compared to his previous life, this time his interest has been masked as a gentle gentleman. "It's not a coincidence, I'm here because I want to see you."

"..." Qing Huan suddenly didn't know how to respond. Having experienced such a desperate past life, all the sparks in her life have become lonely and dim, and she can no longer find any hope. It seems that his brain is much duller, he has no courage and no future, and he doesn't know anything but escape.

"Ah, it might be a bit abrupt to say that." Zhong Lang chuckled and handed a paper bag with the words "Breakfast" on it. "You didn't eat breakfast, did you?"

She didn't dare to eat the food he gave her. Who knows if there will be aphrodisiacs or... drugs. Qing Huan looked at Zhong Lang like a beast, bit his lips, took 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 forced to open it. Zhong Lang leaned in and sniffed it lightly, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold: "It only smells of mint, Eat what I gave you."

She wanted to struggle, but Zhong Lang twisted her wrist and hugged her easily, with that defiant attitude, as if she was born to him. Qing Huan was terrified and wanted to call for help, but when she saw those black eyes, she suddenly lost all thoughts of resistance—the fear was deep into her bones and could not be changed.

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

One command, one action, Qing Huan thought, she should have known that Zhong Lang was not someone to deal with. Last night, she foolishly wasted all night thinking about whether to leave or not. She should have left 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. what flavor comes. But...the steamed bun chewed twice in his mouth and dared not 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, and she had no doubts about him. She didn't know what kind of person she had become until she broke down because of her resistance to drugs. In this life, her life has just begun, and her stable life is not enough. She doesn't want to lose her dignity and crawl at Zhong Lang's feet again, and really become a slave girl.

She wants to...

"Why don't you eat it?" However, the man's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, soft and touching, and darkened with poisonous juice.

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

"Why are you crying?" The cold fingers 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 not eat?

Why?

Qing Huan shook her head, she grabbed Zhong Lang's hand on her cheek, she felt fear to the bone, she was afraid that this man would die, and she didn't want to see him again. There was no sweet feeling when being touched by him, it was like being licked by a cruel beast, just struggling before dying, because she didn't know when she would die. "...I'm afraid..."

"What's there to fear?"

His expression was so relaxed, and his dark eyes reflected the figure of Qinghuan. She used to love him so much, but now the love is gone, there is only endless panic and struggle. Qing Huan knew that he was doing it on purpose. Zhong Lang likes to torment her when she is disobedient. Maybe... he already knew it, otherwise how would he explain why he appeared in this small city? In this life, she left the capital very quickly, and she didn't even make the movie that made her famous, so it's impossible for Zhong Lang to get to know her!

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

The thought made Qing Huan feel cold all over, Zhong Lang kissed her trembling cheek, "what's the matter, little girl, don't you recognize me?"

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

It's over, it's over.

She is still his.

"No..."

"Be obedient." Zhong Lang kissed her with a light that Qing Huan couldn't understand. "That way I don't get angry."

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

"Don't what?"

"I don't want you..." He said while shoving 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 beauty shown is an illusion. "Anything is fine, but you can't leave me alone."

Qing Huan listened, only to feel 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? "No..."

"Honey, just come and kiss me."

Zhong Lang kissed Qing Huan's little mouth mixed with tears with his cold thin lips. It was hot and strong, so sweet and so cute. He once held it tightly in his hand, but then lost it. Then he lost more than half of his life, and no amount of power and money can make up for it.

This woman is more important than he thought, but what does that mean? Zhong Lang never thought about it - he is used to being self-reliant, so his recovery is so simple.

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

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

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

Qing Huan shook her head, she could only shake her head. "No..."

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

A bit like a kid eager to make up, but what kid is so unreasonable?

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

Zhong Lang held this delicate cheek, the girl's skin was as delicate as congealed fat, he liked everything about her, so he couldn't help but put on a light kiss. I really don't know how to respect him. He just can't bear the pain of loss, so when he is lost and found, he just wants to protect him.

She's too fragile, even under his wings, she's still fragile at the touch of a button. So he needs to be careful and careful.

Qing Huan 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, but moodiness is Zhong Lang's character trait . She winced slightly during the kiss, and then said, "I, I'm going to work..."

"Have breakfast first."

"No..." She cried out in fear. "I don't eat..."

Zhong Lang picked up a warm bun, took a bite and swallowed it before handing it to Qing Huan. She looked at the steamed bun that he had bitten, and some things were tacitly understood without saying anything. She didn't dare to refuse anymore, this was already a rare concession from Zhong Lang in her memory. He doesn't like people questioning him, especially her.

She tentatively took a small bite, leaving lovely teeth marks, but she still didn't know the taste. Seeing her being so obedient, Zhong Lang's sullen eyes faded a little.