Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

"Three, two..." He stared at Lin Qinghuan, and then at Luo Zhouran behind him.

Lin Qinghuan struggled to get away from Luo Zhouran and walked straight towards the man. It was not that he was afraid of what He Yanlang would do to her, but mainly because he was sending this danger signal to Luo Zhouran.

He Yanlang moved the half-burnt cigarette away from Lin Qinghuan.

"Lin Qinghuan?" Luo Zhouran was surprised, his eyes dimmed instantly, and he looked hurt, "You..."

Didn't what she said yesterday mean that she and He Yanlang had cut off their relationship? Why, why did Lin Qinghuan rush to send the bed over again when he came today, just by hooking his finger and talking.

He Yanlang clearly caught them doing such an intimate thing, so how could he, a man so high and mighty, not care?

"Know the current situation." He Yanlang touched Lin Qinghuan's head and ignored Luo Zhouran beside him.

Lin Qinghuan opened his hand and frowned. She really hated He Yanlang's way of counting down to threaten her like this, as if it was a sign before taking action.

Although she stood on He Yanlang's side, she raised her head and looked at Luo Zhouran, "Please stop pestering me, I don't have any feelings for either of you."

Okay, we are all treated equally and disliked at the same time.

He Yanlang took a puff of his cigarette. Actually, smoking was not allowed in the teaching building, but he was so irritated just now that he couldn't help it.

"Who cares what you think?" He Yanlang stood up straight and said casually. He reached out to take Lin Qinghuan and said, "Let's go."

Lin Qinghuan was dragged forward by his strength. Just as Lin Qinghuan took a step, Luo Zhouran grabbed her canvas bag from behind.

"Senior, can't you see that she doesn't want to go with you?"

He turned around, his eyes darkened, staring at Luo Zhouran, and slowly said, "Let go!"

Luo Zhouran is a little shorter than He Yanlang, and his figure is relatively thinner. There is also a big difference in their aura. One gives people the impression that he is sunny and lively, while the other is reserved and cold.

His hands clearly stiffened for a moment, as if he was a little afraid of He Yanlang, but he just didn't let go.

Lin Qinghuan really couldn't stand it anymore. This bastard was still in the teaching building and there were people coming and going.

She was like a toy, being fought over by two kids. They seemed to care about her, but no one really respected her. She was a living person, not a toy, nor an object that represented their charm.

"Are you two sick? If you are sick, go to the hospital as a group now. Can you please stop bothering me?" Lin Qinghuan stared at the two men fiercely. They remained indifferent. She became even more angry, "Let go!"

Luo Zhouran let go of her hand, looking aggrieved, knowing that Lin Qinghuan was angry. But He Yanlang did not let go, instead, he pulled Lin Qinghuan into his arms the moment Luo Zhouran let go.

He Yanlang has always been like this. He doesn't care whether you are happy or not, willing or not, as long as he is happy and satisfied.

Lin Qinghuan struggled in He Yanlang's arms, "Let go, let go."

The more she struggled, the tighter He Yanlang held on. Neither of them would give in, and during the struggle, Lin Qinghuan's bag fell to the ground, and the textbooks and medicine inside were scattered on the ground.

It was an aphrodisiac, and she didn't want Luo Zhouran to see it. When she saw Luo Zhouran was about to come over to help pick up the items on the ground, the bastard had no intention of letting go.

"Let go! Let go!"

Almost in an instant, Lin Qinghuan was trapped between people and the wall by He Yanlang. He didn't care at all that this happened in public, in the corridor of the teaching building.

Luo Zhouran squatted down and picked up her canvas bag. When his fingers touched the opened box of medicine, he was stunned as if he had been electrocuted. His eyes met Lin Qinghuan's panicked eyes.

A wry smile.

He pretended nothing had happened, stuffed the medicine into his bag, and then grabbed He Yanlang's arm, "Senior, you're going too far."

No one expected that the moment He Yanlang turned around, he raised his fist and hit Luo Zhouran directly in the face.

Lin Qinghuan covered her mouth in surprise.

The punch was powerful enough that Luo Zhouran even took a few steps back. When he raised his head again, his cheeks were red and swollen, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"are you crazy!"

Lin Qinghuan roared and pushed away He Yanlang who was blocking his way. Because of his unstable center of gravity, he staggered back a few steps.

She walked around him and came to Luo Zhouran. She looked extremely distressed, with tears in her eyes. She stood on tiptoe and took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Zhouran, are you okay? Are you okay?"

Ah.

He was calm and composed, folding his arms, looking at Lin Qinghuan's suicidal look.

"Lin Qinghuan..." He Yanlang shouted.

As soon as he called out her name, she turned around and yelled at him again, "Get out!"

"Huanhuan, it hurts so much, I think a tooth is loose." Luo Zhouran took Lin Qinghuan's handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and spat out blood. "I think my foot is also sprained."

"I'll take you to the infirmary." She supported Luo Zhouran and passed by He Yanlang.

He Yanlang grabbed her hand and said, "Lin Qinghuan, my patience is limited."

Haha...Lin Qinghuan laughed sarcastically.

A few people had already stood five or six meters away to watch the fun. Wherever He Yanlang was, that was the focus. She didn't know what kind of story she would be spread about in the forums of various universities tomorrow.

"I've been embarrassed enough, please let me go!" After saying that, she supported Luo Zhouran and continued to move forward, and He Yanlang's hand fell down weakly.

He Yanlang gave another self-deprecating smile and slowly turned around, his eyes falling on Luo Zhouran. Looking at that boy now, he found him an eyesore wherever he looked.

Lin Qinghuan supported Luo Zhouran, and he consciously leaned so close to that stupid woman. The backs of the two disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

Not far away, several girls were secretly taking photos of him with their cell phones. The scenes just now must have been seen by these people.

Lin Qinghuan was embarrassed enough, perhaps this was the reason why she didn't want to expose it on the school forum.

After all, any movement he made would be reflected on the forums of those major universities. He could easily solve the problem, but he didn't want to.

He just lazily took out his phone and called Lin Shen, "Make an appointment with Luo Yuming, right now, in the principal's office!"

Lin Shen frowned. He was not in a hurry in the morning, but after a few hours he was so anxious that he wanted to make an appointment with Luo Yuming. Could it be that he was showing off again and irritated Lin Qinghuan?

"Okay, I understand."

"You've already piled up seven or eight things that you haven't completed this month. Your bonus will be deducted in half."

"Master, Master..."

"Dududu..."