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

Lin Qinghuan pounded his back and hid in the stairwell.

Shangjing Hotel is the best in Beijing. The presidential suite costs hundreds of thousands a night. How did He Yanlang spend hundreds of thousands a night?

Moreover, each floor was very large, decorated in a magnificent and splendid manner, and she almost got lost between the floors.

She sneaked out when He Yanlang went to the conference room to meet someone, but then she thought, what's the point of running away? As long as she was still in the school, he would have a way to find her.

Whether she is in the classroom or the dormitory, he has the means to deal with her.

Thinking of this, Lin Qinghuan returned the same way, but collided with a tall figure in front of him.

Lin Qinghuan took a few steps back and raised her eyes to look at the person. It was the man who often followed He Yanlang.

Lin Shen didn't expect that she didn't run away, and she seemed to want to go back just now. "Miss Lin, what are you doing here? The young master was very worried when he saw you missing."

Worried? This person in front of me is quite good at talking.

It's not that I'm worried, it's obvious that I didn't get enough sleep.

Lin Qinghuan always spoke softly to any stranger, "I'll just take a breath here, and then I'll go back."

She walked around Lin Shen and headed towards the presidential suite.

Lin Shen looked at the half of her exposed fair neck, which was covered with dark red marks.

What a sweet and gentle girl she is, I feel pity for her. The way the young master pursues her is worse than that of an animal.

He Yanlang sat on the sofa in the living room, his whole body leaning back on the sofa, his eyes closed, and two or three cigarette butts had been extinguished in the ashtray on the coffee table.

Lin Qinghuan stood in the corridor connecting the kitchen and the living room, not knowing whether to say hello or go directly back to the bedroom.

"Want to run?" He Yanlang spoke first, opening his narrow eyes and looking scrutinizing.

"No, I'm just going outside to get some fresh air."

What a lame excuse.

"This 300-square-meter house, with panoramic windows, isn't it enough for you to breathe? How big are your lungs? How much space do you need to breathe?"

Lin Qinghuan clenched his fists and took a deep breath secretly. He was really angry. There was really no way to communicate with this man.

Even if the place without him was only ten square meters, she felt the air was fresh.

Of course she didn't dare say that.

After spending so many times together, Lin Qinghuan knew that He Yanlang liked her to give in to him in everything.

That's right, a man who acts like a king would never allow himself to be humiliated.

Lin Shen, who walked in from outside, saw He Yanlang leaning on the sofa with an arrogant look again, while Lin Qinghuan stood there at a loss.

Yo yo...

Why is his young master courting death again? He obviously likes her to death, but he is still acting like a big shot.

Lin Shen was mocking in his heart, and He Yanlang shifted his gaze to him again, "I paid you to meditate here?"

Lin Shen was embarrassed and said, "I... I will call the hotel chef up right now to cook for you." Then he ran out.

"Come here!" he called.

Lin Qinghuan walked over.

"Sit down," he said again.

Lin Qinghuan originally wanted to sit down on the single sofa next to him, but He Yanlang looked over at her, so she sat down next to him consciously.

With a scoop of his long arms, the two of them were stuck together.

Lin Qinghuan really couldn't imagine what this man would do if she really ran away from the hotel.

The back of the head was held and another deep kiss was given.

He exuded a faint scent of shower gel, and there was a slight pleasant smell of tobacco between his lips and teeth, which was very addictive.

After a long while, both of them were panting. His nose was pressed against Lin Qinghuan's nose, and his lips were close to hers. His tone finally softened, and if you listened carefully, it sounded a little aggrieved. "You dare to run?"

His usual threatening tactics.

As long as she is no longer in Beijing, Lin Qinghuan doesn't believe that He Yanlang can still find her.

"No? Can't I go out and have a look at a suite worth hundreds of thousands a night? After all, not everyone is like you, the school hunk, who can spend hundreds of thousands without blinking an eye."

He Yanlang knew that Lin Qinghuan was not a money-grubber.

Bluff him? But he enjoyed it.

"Do you like this hotel?" he asked again.

It's good to broaden her horizons. After all, she has stayed in hotels that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a night. But what's the point of talking about liking? Who is crazy to talk about liking?

Lin Qinghuan followed his lead and nodded.

"Then come to the hotel every day to do it?"

What a vicious word.

Lin Qinghuan was embarrassed, "No... no need, it's too expensive."

I started saving money for him before he even got married, which shows that I still have some conscience.

He Yanlang couldn't help but raise his lips, and his temper improved. "Then I buy this place, so I can work here every day and make money?"

Lin Qinghuan was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. Buying Shangjing Hotel?

That’s right, who knows how many billions are hidden in his cold bank card?

"No...no need...it's not necessary."

For some reason, Lin Qinghuan thought of an allusion, a man is so angry that he throws his hat into the air for his beloved. He Yanlang is about to buy the Shangjing Hotel in a fit of rage.

"Huh?" He Yanlang was puzzled. Lin Qinghuan was questioning his ability.

She quickly changed her words, "As long as you are happy."

He Yanlang moved close to her earlobe and bit it, and Lin Qinghuan trembled.

The corners of his mouth pulled up again, liking her natural reactions to his actions. "I asked Chen Jiajia to order a batch of bags for you from abroad. I'll have someone send them here later."

He was talking about a batch of bags, but Lin Qinghuan only thought it was one bag.

She still habitually refused, thinking that it was too good to be true. "No... no need..."

"If I don't give it to you, you'll say I'm having sex with you for free."

So, is He Yanlang paying her for sex? Does he really treat her as a gold digger?

Ha ha.

She bit her lip, unwilling to give in, but said openly, "No need, you have good skills, a big penis, and a very pleasing face. I also enjoy it. There is no such thing as free sex. We are all adults and are very satisfied with each other."

He has good skills, a big penis, and a very pleasing face.

He really liked Lin Qinghuan's evaluation of him.

So, she is very satisfied with him?

The corners of He Yanlang's mouth couldn't be suppressed even by an AK4 rifle, and he couldn't stop it from rising. He put his arms around Lin Qinghuan's waist and tossed and turned around her neck. "As long as Huanhuan is satisfied, let's continue after dinner."

continue?

Lin Qinghuan's scalp was tingling, his waist was still aching, and his legs were still uncomfortable.

Did he forget what time he worked today? From daybreak to dark.