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

Lin Qinghuan helped the limping Luo Zhouran down the stairs and wanted to take the school bus to the infirmary, but Luo Zhouran refused.

"If you don't take the school bus, what about your legs?"

His leg wasn't twisted, he was just pretending to be like that for He Yanlang to see, "I'm fine."

Lin Qinghuan stared at his legs and frowned.

Lie to her?

Seeing this, Luo Zhouran covered his face and frowned, "My legs are fine, but my cheek really hurts. My mouth is full of blood from that punch from the senior."

Really cruel.

Lin Qinghuan sighed, and felt a little guilty, "Let me help you to the infirmary."

"I'm fine." He refused to go to the infirmary, and grabbed Lin Qinghuan's hand with his backhand, with a sincere face and said seriously, "Let's talk."

"Let's go to the infirmary first." Lin Qinghuan said again.

She was stubborn, and Luo Zhouran knew that arguing was meaningless.

"My car is just ahead, please wait for me."

Lin Qinghuan frowned again.

Luo Zhouran quickly added, "It's just my cheek that hurts, nothing else is hurt, it won't affect my riding."

Lin Qinghuan saw Luo Zhouran riding over on his motorcycle and threw a helmet to her.

She hesitated but still sat on it.

As soon as everyone got into the car, Luo Zhouran stepped on the accelerator. With a "whoosh", Lin Qinghuan leaned forward due to inertia and hugged the person in front of him tightly in fear.

She wanted to curse, but she held it back, remembering that the person in front of her had just been punched.

In the rearview mirror, Luo Zhouran saw the man in the blue shirt, holding a cigarette between his fingers, with his usual cold expression and a slight smile on his face.

He Yanlang walked down from the teaching building and watched Lin Qinghuan get on the boy's motorcycle and leave. His hands unconsciously wrapped around the boy's waist.

Very interesting.

Not far away, Lin Shen also drove over and rolled down the window, "Master, Professor Luo is already waiting for you in the principal's office."

"He's hungry. Let him wait."

Lin Shen also saw the scene just now in the car. No wonder he was in a hurry to see Luo Yuming, and now he wanted to show his power to Luo Yuming.

He Yanlang originally wanted to pick up Lin Qinghuan for dinner, but he had a meeting in the car for a while and wasted time.

Then Lin Shen saw Lin Qinghuan and Luo Zhouran coming down together, while his young master came down alone, looking dejected, smoking a cigarette between his fingers.

When He Yanlang smokes, he is usually in a bad mood.

"Young Master, that kid's cheek is so swollen and there's a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. What about you?" Lin Shen turned his head and asked cautiously.

He Yanlang was sitting at the back table with his long legs folded. He raised his eyelids and asked impatiently, "What?"

He Yanlang beat someone up.

The man who had always disdained to fight with his own hands, for the first time in his life, hit someone.

His bottom line is being refreshed.

"No? Master, what do you want to eat this time?"

"Isn't there a new French restaurant outside? Let's go over there and take a look."

Lin Shen hesitated, "Master, are you sure? That restaurant is mainly for students and white-collar workers, and is far from a genuine Michelin-starred restaurant."

It’s not that I want to eat, but mainly because He Yanlang has a hunch that Lin Qinghuan and Luo Zhouran will go.

As if remembering something, He Yanlang opened his phone and found a new girl he had added last time.

Du Sinan?

【He Yanlang: Come out.】

He even used a period, not a question or a request.

The opponent also responded almost instantly.

【Du Sinan: Well, where are you? I'll come find you. 】

【He Yanlang: Send me the location.】

Du Sinan sent over a position. He Yanlang leaned back on the chair and said to Lin Shen in front of him, "Let's go to the Film and Television Academy to pick someone up first."

Lin Shen was not surprised.

He Yanlang needs a girl to act with him and create an image of a playboy.

In this way, Lin Qinghuan will be safe. On the one hand, he can also satisfy his bad thoughts about Lin Qinghuan, and on the other hand, his career will not be affected too much.

At this point, although the old man knew a little bit, he only gave too many verbal warnings.

~

After going to the infirmary, the school doctor frowned and asked Luo Zhouran, "Who hit you? Do you want to notify your counselor to come over?"

It was obvious from the injury that he was beaten, and the person in front of him was such a handsome young man. The school doctors liked Luo Zhouran's appearance and non-aggressive appearance the most.

Luo Zhouran shook his head. Not only did he look pleasing, Lin Qinghuan also found that he was very sweet. "It's okay, school doctor sister, no one hit me. I was walking without looking at the road and bumped into the pillar."

He insisted that he hit the person himself and was not beaten by anyone, so the school doctor couldn't say anything.

"Is that your girlfriend next to you? She's pretty, too. Take this ointment and apply it on him."

"No, ah...sister, I am not him..."

Lin Qinghuan wanted to explain, but the school doctor had already stuffed the ointment into Lin Qinghuan's hand and said with a smile, "Girlfriend, rub it on your face, so that it won't hurt, and your heart will feel warm."

Luo Zhouran chuckled and looked at Lin Qinghuan's embarrassed face. She wanted to explain.

"Sister, I'm really... really not his girlfriend." Lin Qinghuan's voice became noticeably lower when she said the following words, because the school doctor obviously didn't have time to listen to Lin Qinghuan's explanation and was busy walking to the next room.

Lin Qinghuan frowned and threw the ointment to Luo Zhouran, "Apply it yourself, I won't use too much force."

As soon as the school doctor left, He Yanlang immediately put away his smile and stared at Lin Qinghuan with a pitiful look, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Lin Qinghuan remained indifferent.

Luo Zhouran didn't apply the medicine either. He just lowered his head and looked at the ointment in his hand pitifully.

"Are you going to wipe it?" she said unhappily.

"No..." He lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if in the next second, he, a grown man, could really squeeze out a big tear for Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan felt soft-hearted, especially when she thought about the fact that Luo Zhouran was two years younger than her and was targeted and beaten by He Yanlang because he fell in love with her.

We can't give him hope, especially something like applying medicine, which can easily lead to misunderstanding.

"Forget it if you don't want to wipe it." Lin Qinghuan said and walked out.

She really doesn't apply it to herself.

Luo Zhouran stood up and followed him outside, but refused to wipe it.

"You really won't apply it on yourself?" Lin Qinghuan couldn't bear it and asked again.

"It's just a little red and swollen. If you don't apply it, it will only take a few days to heal."

He was stubborn, and she knew it.

"As you wish."

Luo Zhouran was lost.

Then they went to the pharmacy to get the anti-swollen and analgesic medicine prescribed by the doctor, and then left the infirmary.

Luo Zhouran still looked aggrieved. After not seeing him for a few days, he had learned to act like a coward in front of Lin Qinghuan.

Yes, she has always been soft-hearted and not hard-hearted.

On the bench outside the infirmary.

Lin Qinghuan took the ointment and said, "Don't mess around first. I'll apply the ointment to you. I feel guilty about it, so don't have any other thoughts. Although I know this is inappropriate, I can't bear to see you abuse yourself like this."

Luo Zhouran nodded.

"Also! You saw the medicine in my bag, right? You also know what it is, right? So, you think you are interesting."