When he walked out of the door, it turned out to be Wang Xiaobao.
He was also carrying bacon, some other gift boxes, and fruits.
Qin Sang's face suddenly darkened, but she still said in a good voice: "Why are you here?"
When Wang Xiaobao smiles, he will reveal a row of big yellow teeth: "My mother asked me to bring you some food. They are all good and expensive goods. Can you usually cook?"
Qin Sang refused: "No, I don't usually cook."
"It's okay. I'll bring you a set of stoves later. It'll be more convenient for you to cook alone!"
He said, carrying the things and preparing to walk in. Qin Sang stopped him: "I'm sorry, I really don't cook, so I won't use these. I accepted them out of kindness. Please take the things back."
When Wang Xiaobao heard this, his eyes lit up: "You don't know how to cook? That's okay. I used to be a chef. I'll teach you..."
The words stopped suddenly when Wang Xiaobao saw an additional man inside.
Somehow, this person only appeared at that station, and Wang Xiaobao felt hostility and competitiveness inexplicably.
If we want to talk about competitiveness, as far as my appearance is concerned, it is definitely incomparable to the tall, thin, pretty boy in front of me.
Unexpectedly, there were other people in the school dormitory. Wang Xiaobao's face stiffened: "Teacher Sang Sang, what is this?"
As he asked this question, the expression on his face was already ugly.
Qin Sang found it ridiculous. She didn't know where he found the confidence to ask her like this, but he didn't want to complicate the matter, so he said: "This person is here to do charity work. We are still discussing things here. Please leave first."
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As soon as he heard that he was an outsider who came to do charity, Wang Xiaobao's face brightened for a moment, and he even smiled: "He's here to donate money! That's okay, you rich people from other places like to do good deeds, and I appreciate it very much.
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Qin Sang: "..."
Mohsen: "..."
After saying that, he insisted on putting the things inside, and before leaving, he said to Qin Sang: "My mother asked you to come to my house to play when you have time! I will pick you up then!"
Qin Sang: "..."
After finally watching the person walk away, Qin Sang breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked back, Mo Sen was staring at her.
What about the eyes?
Like a hungry wolf lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity, he doesn't know when he will break through the guardrail, pounce on her, bite off her pulse, and drink up her blood...
Qin Sang unconsciously brushed the open pores on his arm and smiled bitterly: "Someone I don't know very well."
After saying that, she walked towards the kitchen, but within two steps someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
Qin Sang's cheeks heated up: "...Well, he is the blind date introduced to me by Ge Ping's mother!"
Blind date...
Without looking up, Qin Sang could feel those eyes that could make her languid.
Now that the plot has developed to this point, Qin Sang simply made it clear: "Mo Sen, we will be people from two different worlds in the future."
He looked at her, his eyes filled with despair: "So."
Qin Sang subconsciously took a step back, but the hands holding her wrists did not relax at all, and their fingertips were almost pressed into her skin.
"So you will marry him in the future?"
Qin Sang pursed her lips, not wanting to lie to him or give him hope.
I hope their intersection ends here.
"I don't know, but it could be someone else here."
She lowered her eyebrows and said calmly.
The implication is that it won't be you.
Mo Sen stared at him, his eyes red, and his protruding Adam's apple slid deeply: "Qin Sang, you can't do this to me."
Qin Sang didn't dare to look up. The desperate brokenness and despair in his eyes were like sharp knives piercing her.
Finally, it was Mo Sen who broke the stagnant and almost suffocating atmosphere. He turned around and went out without saying a word. Qin Sang stood there for a long time, until her legs were slightly numb. She felt that he should have left and would not come.
Already.
The floor was filled with vegetables, fruits and some daily necessities bought from their town.
Qin Sang squatted down and packed it up bit by bit.
She has no expression. She has never been a person with strong emotions. When she is stern, she is always much more reserved.
She continued to peel the unpeeled lettuce, and then cut it into slices. The muffled sound of the knife hitting the chopping board was particularly clear in the small room.
When Qin Sang finished frying a plate of lettuce and scrambled eggs, Mo Sen came back with half a roast chicken in his hand. His expression was very calm, neither angry nor smiling. He just put the half roast chicken on the table.
"The principal gave it to me."
Qin Sang wiped his hands and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Where have you been?"
Mo Sen glanced at her and said, "I took a walk around the village."
Qin Sang said "Oh" and wiped his wet hands: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something to satisfy your hunger?"
Mo Sen pursed his lips and shook his head.
The two had a dinner with almost zero communication.
After eating, Mo Sen went to wash the dishes, and Qin Sang also tidied the house.
When the two of them finished their work and there was nothing more to do, the two looked at each other, and Qin Sang walked over and held his hand: "I'm sorry, please don't be angry."
Mo Sen lowered his eyes and looked at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Qin Sang led him to the sofa and sat down: "Let's have a good talk?"
Mawson didn't resist.
A two-seater sofa, when two people sit down, they are very close to each other.
Originally, Qin Sang was holding his hand, but later Mo Sen held it back and did not let go.
"Whether I get married or not, I will never go back to Lucheng again."
"Why?" A thin layer of mist formed in Mo Sen's eyes: "Just because I like this place, Qin Sang, I don't believe it."
"I like a simple life, and maybe I will go to other places in the future." Qin Sang smiled, and her face became clear and soft: "But maybe, who can say what will happen in the future!"
"What happened?" He held back for a moment, and finally asked: "You didn't intend to leave at first."
When he first provoked her, she must have never thought of leaving.
On the specific day when the change started, and the clues of the change in mood, he recalled it countless times, but he still could not find out the reason.
Qin Sang looked away lightly. If she had known that this would happen later, she would never provoke him.
But it was useless to say that now. She took a breath and said with a smile: "I heard that Gu Yanzhi is married?"
Mo Sen's eyes suddenly darkened, and the strength of his hold on her wrist increased unconsciously: "Is it because of him?"
Qin Sang frowned in pain and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he pulled her and she fell over. He stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms: "Because he has a fiancée, that's why you left?"
Qin Sang smiled angrily: "Are you acting in an idol drama? How can you be so bloody!"
However, it's quite bloody.
She did leave because of Gu Yanzhi, but she didn't say anything about the deal between him and her.
He just said: "I'm just a gossip, just ask."
When she was in Qinglin Town before, she happened to see the Gossip Gossip push. She clicked on it and took a quick look before coming out.
At that time, she was still thinking that since Gu Yanzhi was already married, could she also go back?
He is married, so he can't develop that kind of relationship with me, right?
But later this idea was quickly overturned. That person has never been restrained in doing things.
She finally got used to the life here and didn't want to make any uncertain attempts again.
"What do you say."
He is persistent, patient and restrained.
The movements of his hands relaxed a little, but he still hugged her tightly: "Why do you want to inquire about him? And why do you want to leave."
Qin Sang raised her head and looked into those cold, dark and stubborn eyes. She felt relieved: "Mo Sen, do you like the entertainment industry?"
Unexpectedly, she suddenly asked this question. Mo Sen hesitated and said, "General."
"Then after you have been in this business for so many years, you must be reluctant to leave."
Mo Sen stared at her closely: "What exactly are you going to say?"
"Gu Yanzhi won't let me go so easily. I don't want to hurt you because of me."
Mo Sen's whole body froze, and Qin Sang, who was close to him, could clearly feel the tightness of his thin, neat muscles.
His black eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was broken disbelief in his tone: "Is that why you left?"
"In fact, not..."
Well?
He didn't let her continue and leaned forward to cover her lips.
He only wants to hear the answers he wants to hear.
She left because of him.
In her heart she, perhaps, loves him.
That's enough.
Qin Sang was hugged so tight that he couldn't breathe. They clenched their little hands into fists and hammered his chest, but they were unmoved.
After a while, he let her go.
Both of their faces were flushed.
Qin Sang couldn't breathe and was holding it in, and Mo Sen... was holding it in too.
Qin Sang gave him a resentful look, got up and washed her face. When she came back, Mo Sen was still sitting in the same posture as before.
Seeing her coming, he stretched out his hand again and pulled her to sit on his lap.
The dormitory was small and there was no place for her to run, but Qin Sang still said with a straight face: "I'm serious to you."
"Um."
"Mo Sen." She pushed him.
This time he finally looked up at her seriously. The redness in his eyes had not completely faded away, and the tightness in his body still remained.
Qin Sang cautiously distanced the two of them a little: "Gu Yanzhi will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. He may not still love me, but if he doesn't want me to feel better, I can't escape."
A low storm suddenly set off in Mo Sen's eyes, but he still suppressed: "Can he cover the sky with one hand?"
Qin Sang smiled faintly: "I don't know, but I don't want to take risks."
She turned to stare at him: "I don't want you to get hurt either."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I told you, what next? Go find him? What are you going to do?"
She didn't mean to express that he was inferior to him, she just wanted to emphasize that Gu Yanzhi was a difficult person to deal with, but she didn't expect that his black eyelashes trembled, his white finger bones were inserted into his black hair, and his head hung down in despair.
"sorry."
Qin Sang seemed to be unable to bear it, but still insisted: "So, I don't want to go back, and I don't want to complicate what was originally a simple matter."
"good."
Qin Sang glanced at him unexpectedly.
Just in time to meet his eyes as thick as washed ink: "Just wait for me here."
Qin Sang was dumbfounded for a moment, and then reacted with some urgency: "Mo Sen, I'm telling you this not because I want you to do anything!"
He still looked calm and calm, soothing her: "I know."