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

It was already past ten o'clock when Lin Qinghuan woke up, and the first thing she did was to check her cell phone.

There were no missed calls on the phone screen. He Yanlang did not call her. She was instantly overwhelmed by a huge sense of loss.

After a moment's thought, maybe He Yanlang hasn't woken up yet. After all, they stayed up together until after four o'clock last night, and then he rushed back to Longcheng overnight, so he should be very sleepy.

After I finish washing up, maybe he will call me.

After she came out of the shower, she found a bowl of crab roe noodles and a plate of fruit on the table.

"Girl, you're awake. I've put your breakfast on the table." An auntie came in from the door with a kind face and a smile. "Here are your clothes for changing. I've washed your clothes and they're drying them now."

She put a bag of new clothes on the bed and turned to go out again.

"Auntie, who are you?" Lin Qinghuan asked.

"Oh, I'm the young master's nanny, responsible for cleaning the house and taking care of his daily life."

She pointed to the clothes on the bed and asked, "Auntie, how did you know I was here?"

"Oh, the young master told me to do that." said the aunt.

"Did he...did he call you?" Lin Qinghuan asked impatiently.

"No, it's the message that the young master left for me last night." She answered every time Lin Qinghuan asked, "Miss, do you have anything else to do? If not, I have to go clean up."

Lin Qinghuan shook her head, "Wait a moment, Auntie."

The aunt turned her head and looked at her suspiciously.

"Has he ever brought other girls back?" She asked directly, leaving even my aunt confused.

The aunt was stunned for a moment, then she forced a smile and shook her head, "No, no, the young master never brings girls back. You are the first one I have seen."

Lin Qinghuan smiled comfortingly and said thank you. The aunt turned around and went out to clean up.

She picked up the clothes on the bed. It was a long dress from a well-known luxury brand. The dress cost nearly ten thousand yuan. She was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped.

It would cost He Yanlang tens of thousands of dollars to buy her a piece of clothing, and if she wanted to buy the same piece of clothing herself, she would have to feel distressed for a long time.

She liked it very much, but she knew she couldn't wear it. Just the clothes were beyond her living standard, and with Yan Xia and Jian Yan's keen sense, they could strip her down in minutes.

She really doesn't like being gossiped about.

"Auntie, when will my clothes be dry?" she asked as she ran out.

"Does it not fit?" Auntie asked, "Then I'll go downstairs and buy you another one."

"No, no..." She quickly refused. She didn't know how to explain to her aunt that the dress was too expensive. "It doesn't really suit my style. I still want to wear my own."

"It will be dry in a few minutes, but it needs to be left to air-dry for at least half an hour, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to wear."

"It's okay. Just bring it in after it dries. I have to go back to school soon."

"That's fine."

She turned back to the bedroom.

This should be He Yanlang's bedroom. It is very large and has a basic living room. The decoration is simple and elegant, with black, white and grey as the main colors. It is spotlessly clean.

She picked up the phone, but it was still silent. He Yanlang still hadn't called her.

Lin Qinghuan was getting impatient waiting. Since he didn't call her, couldn't she take the initiative to call He Yanlang?

She dialed his phone number, but the phone was still busy and no one answered. She called twice more, but still no one answered.

Her mood suddenly became extremely low again. She looked at the steaming crab roe noodles on the table. It looked delicious. After the meal, maybe he would see it and call him back.

The three of them were chatting in the dormitory group again, and Yan Xia was having fun in Etlin Qinghuan again.

[Yan Xia: @林清欢 Huanhuan, when will you come back? ]

[Brief introduction: I have classes in the afternoon. @林清欢, you are not going to skip classes for the first time, are you? ]

[Yan Xia: I’m so hungry. Is Huan Huan coming back? Bring me some food upstairs.]

【Wen Yijing: Screenshot x1 Oh my god, this side view of He Yanlang is killing me! Ahhhh! 】

Lin Qinghuan clicked on He Yanlang's picture. This picture should be taken by someone in their classroom yesterday. He Yanlang was sitting next to her at that time.

She enlarged the picture and carefully observed every detail of him. His face was perfect and his skin was flawless, just like a newborn baby.

In fact, He Yanlang himself looks better than in this photo.

[Yan Xia: He looks better in person! ]

[In short: Identification +1]

As expected, humans have a consistent perception of beauty. Lin Qinghuan originally wanted to pretend to be dead, but when they mentioned He Yanlang, she couldn't suppress her inner impulse.

【Lin Qinghuan: Can you see He Yanlang’s circle of friends? 】

[Yan Xia: Huanhuan, my baby, you finally showed up. I missed you so much.]

[Wen Yijing: What’s the difference between being able to see and not being able to see? There’s nothing in it anyway.]

【Lin Qinghuan: ...】

He did not post anything.

Auntie brought her clothes in, "Girl, your clothes are ready."

She looked up, "Auntie, did he tell you when he would be back?"

Auntie shook her head. "Silly girl, how can we servants interfere in the boss's affairs? We are only responsible for doing the work and getting paid."

Lin Qinghuan said "Oh" and turned around to go out and get busy again.

There were already dozens of messages in the dormitory group, most of which were asking her if she wanted to go back to the dormitory at noon, and if she did, to bring them lunch, as they were too lazy to go downstairs to eat.

【Lin Qinghuan: I can’t get back home at noon, so I’ll go directly to the classroom for class in the afternoon.】

Yan Xia and Jian Yan accepted their fate and prepared to order takeout. They rolled the dice in the group chat, and whoever had the lower number would go downstairs to get the takeout.

She was really impressed by the two of them squatting in the dormitory. How could someone be so lazy?

Lin Qinghuan finished the plate of crab roe noodles, changed her clothes and left He Yanlang's house.

From beginning to end, she never received a call from He Yanlang. She took the initiative to call him, but no one answered the phone. In desperation, she had to send him a text message.

[Have you arrived in Longcheng? I miss you so much, I called you many times, if you see this, can you call me back? ]

He Yanlang seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. Lin Qinghuan felt a little irritated, an indescribable irritation.

She returned to school and happened to meet the other three friends from the cultural and creative project at the school gate.

"Qinghuan, Qinghuan." Lin Yiyi got out of the car and trotted over. "What a coincidence! We just came back from the B&B. How about you?"

She paused. She had just come out of He Yanlang's house. "I'm coming out to eat."

The other two boys nodded to her, and she smiled in response.

"Why didn't you stay and play with us yesterday? It's a rare opportunity to go out of school, and Teacher Wei's homestay is really decorated with a super artistic atmosphere, very popular on the Internet."

"I had something to do last night." Lin Qinghuan answered politely. She was not good at communicating with people she had only known for a day or two.

But He Yanlang was an exception. Not only did they communicate, but they did it in depth.

Right now she just wanted to find an excuse to get away quickly, "I'm going to eat first, bye."

"It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet. Do you want to join us?" She remembered that the fair-skinned boy in front of her was called Luo Zhouran, a year younger than her. He looked at Lin Qinghuan and suggested.

Lin Qinghuan shook her head and politely refused with a smile, "Sorry, I have an appointment with my roommate."

"Well, what a pity!" Lin Yiyi sighed, "Then the three of us will go eat first."

She looked at the three people's backs as they left, then took out her cell phone and looked at it. He Yanlang still hadn't replied to her message, not even a text message.

There is a friend request in WeChat from the group chat [Teacher Wei’s Cultural and Creative Team. ]

It’s Luo Zhouran’s friend request.

Without giving it much thought, she clicked the "agree" button and looked at the time again. It was 12:37, more than an hour before the afternoon class. She would not go back to the dormitory to accept questioning from her roommates in the "Love Dormitory Group".

He turned around and walked back to the cafe.