The man looked sinister and sneered: "Now that you have achieved your goal, are you going to turn your back on me?"
He leaned down, pinched her chin and raised it: "Qin Sang, you have to know, I can destroy him too!"
After saying that, he pushed her down, and then there was the sound of tearing cloth.
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Qin Sang had nothing to do every day, just waiting for Gu Yanzhi to come back at night. She felt that she was no different from the women in ancient brothels.
If she continued to live like this, she felt that she might become depressed, and accidentally saw a translation agency recruiting partners.
Moreover, there is a resume introduction of the partner on the recruitment website, and he is also an alumnus of hers.
She submitted her resume on the website, and within a day, the other party contacted her.
"Hello, are you Miss Qin Sang?"
"I am." Qin Sang said, "Are you Mingyu Translation Agency?"
"That's right!" The other party said enthusiastically, "That's right, we saw you submitted your resume to our studio, and we wanted to ask when you have time here, so we can meet and chat!"
Qin Sang said without even thinking, "I can do it, it's up to you."
"Okay! How about tomorrow morning?"
"Can."
Xu noticed the indifference in Qin Sang's voice, so the other party didn't say much. After confirming the specific time and place of the appointment, he hung up the phone.
In fact, Qin Sang still had some expectations in her heart, but she had been living in a mess these past years, which had smoothed her original temperament and weakened it a lot, and she would appear to be very cold when dealing with others.
Early the next morning, Qin Sang changed into a more formal light pink shirt and white A-line skirt for the appointment.
The other party has already been waiting there.
A young man with a handsome face and black-rimmed glasses, who looked to be in his thirties.
When Qin Sang actually appeared in front of him, he stared at it for a while, still in disbelief: "You are really...Qin Sang!"
Qin Sang smiled: "Hello!"
"When I saw your resume, I thought you had the same name as the celebrity Qin Sang, and they just look alike!"
"So." Qin Sang hesitated, "The reason you asked me to meet was not for work?"
"No, no!" He realized that he was wrong and said quickly: "Yes! It's about work!"
He blushed shyly for a moment: "I was just a little excited when I saw the star himself!"
Qin Sang pulled her lower lip and said nothing.
Next, the two people discussed the work content, direction, and nature of the work.
The translation agency is not large in scale, with Qin Sangcai's three partners and two employees, mainly translating subtitles for American dramas, which matches Qin Sang's profession very well.
The person she met today was named Liu Miao. Before she left, she was confirming the job over and over again, fearing that she was just having fun and made Qin Sang think she was a liar.
In the afternoon, Qin Sang went shopping again and bought some clothes for work.
It was very late when I went back, and the lights were on in the living room.
She saw someone standing on the balcony, with his back to the door, as if he was smoking.
Hearing the sound, Gu Yanzhi also turned around.
Seeing her carrying large and small bags, her hoarse voice was mixed with a smile: "Shopping alone?"
"Yeah." Qin Sang said, "Passing by."
"Where are you going?"
Qin Sang paused as he walked to the room, thought for a while, and told him: "I found a job."
Gu Yanzhi's expression changed slightly, but Qin Sang still caught it.
He was unhappy, or a little angry.
"I'm here," she said. "It's boring to stay here every day."
She is almost useless.
I can't go anywhere anyway.
It's better to find something to do to divert your attention.
He was stunned for a moment and walked over.
Because he was so close, she could smell the cold night air on his body.
And a hint of nicotine flavor.
He raised his arms and took off her coat, his eyes calmed down, he didn't know whether to question or complain: "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Both of them are willing to take the soft side rather than the hard side, but sometimes neither one gives in to the other.
Qin Sang didn't want to quarrel with him, so he admitted his mistake obediently: "Sorry, please be careful next time."
"What kind of job?" He led her to the sofa: "Is it far from home?"
"Translation," she said, "it's not far."
She took a sip of water and asked him proactively: "When did you come here?"
"It's been a while."
He held her waist and sat on his lap, putting his hands under the hem of her clothes.
He had been a little rough with her a few times before, and some bruises and red marks were vaguely visible on her body.
He could never restrain himself from her.
If it's not enough, it won't be light enough.
She is like an addictive opium. Once you are addicted to it, you will never be able to quit it unless you die.
The itching sensation caused by the slightly cool fingertips touching the soft flesh made the person in his arms keep avoiding him.
Slowly, the hand climbed to the chest and pressed it gently.
Qin Sang finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Don't do this."
"What?" He said in a deliberately long tone: "Huh?"
Qin Sang bit her lip and took a breath: "Don't think about it all the time!"
His eyes darkened, and the movements of his hands intensified, "This matter?"
It's like pondering and deliberation.
He smiled softly as he spoke, a bit shameless and dangerous, "But when I see you, that's all I can think of."