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

He Yanlang's beautiful eyes suddenly darkened, and his eyes were bottomless. "Did that woman perm yours?"

he knows?

Yes, he knows everything, but whether he is willing to help her is another matter.

"Go to the hospital." He Yanlang changed his words again.

Then he carefully put Lin Qinghuan down from his legs, took her hand and looked at it carefully. The wound had not yet scabbed over, and redness was spreading around the center of the burn.

Her skin was so delicate and fair that the small piece of rotten flesh in the middle looked a little shocking.

He Yanlang blew gently with his mouth, his brows furrowed, and a slight cool air passed to his hands, and the pain was actually reduced a little bit.

"You didn't tell me you had a wound?" She let him grab her hand, and when it really hurt her hand, she didn't cry, and just shed tears by herself, "Do you have a tendency to self-abuse?"

Lin Qinghuan ignored He Yanlang and stared at him as he lowered his head and carefully blew on her hand to relieve the pain. The man's fine bangs tilted down, covering one eye. The faint scent of sandalwood on his body lingered in the car, and the lipstick mark on his collar caught her eyes at an inopportune time.

She quickly pulled her hand away. He Yanlang didn't even react. He stared at her with a puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong with you again?"

"Epileptic."

He was so angry that he laughed. He patiently said gently again, "Give your hand here, and your husband will blow it and it won't hurt."

"Isn't it disgusting?" Lin Qinghuan shouted, leaving He Yanlang stunned.

He slightly adjusted his sitting position, and his tall figure instantly enveloped Lin Qinghuan, and he spoke in a single syllable, "Hmm?"

Lin Qinghuan's eyes fell on his collar.

He Yanlang glanced to the side and stared at the lipstick mark. No wonder Lin Qinghuan looked here again and again, it was because of the lipstick mark.

Du Sinan, that woman, is also quite scheming and doesn't seem to understand his rules.

He Yanlang explained, "It was just a hug. We are even now. Didn't you let Luo Zhouran hug you too?"

Just a hug?

Will you just say next time that it was just a kiss, we just had sex, and she was pregnant?

It turns out that everything the superiors do is so nonchalant and emotionless.

No, why should Lin Qinghuan care about these things? She forced a smile and said calmly, "No, I just think you're dirty."

It's just fucking dirty.

She can go to bed with He Yanlang, and even if she knows that he will sleep with other women, kiss and stay up late with other women, she can pretend not to know, because out of sight, out of mind.

But what’s so hateful about He Yanlang is that he was being intimate with other girls in the last second, and wanted to do that kind of thing with her in the next second.

He Yanlang didn't feel uncomfortable, but she felt nauseous.

Is he dirty?

There was an earthquake in He Yanlang's pupils. When did Lin Qinghuan become so vicious? He pulled her into his arms and said, "Your mouth is so vicious. It seems that your hand doesn't hurt anymore. Why go to the hospital? Let's go to the hotel and have fun!"

He appeared calm on the outside, but veins on his hands were bulging and visible, and he was furious to the extreme.

The driver in front was stunned?

Go to the hotel or go to the hospital?

"Master?" the driver asked cautiously.

"Can't you understand people?"

From hotel to hotel, the driver wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and drove straight to the hotel.

Lin Qinghuan was almost half-dragged into the hotel by He Yanlang. He leaned close to her earlobe, his breath lingering around her, "Why don't you try to make a fuss? There's no one in Jingshi that you care about, right?"

Lin Qinghuan didn't understand what these words meant, but she knew it was a threat. She didn't know what the threat was specifically, but she didn't have the cost to gamble with He Yanlang.

The good impression and hopes that He Yanlang had left on her at the Shangjing Hotel a few days ago were gone at this moment.

hotel.

The kisses were overwhelming, the passion was hard to control, He Yanlang still managed to muster a bit of rationality and coax her.

"Huanhuan, be good, I won't hurt you."

Humiliation. Lin Qinghuan had never felt so humiliated before.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man's face. No matter how good-looking he was, he still made her feel sick. It turned out that no matter how good-looking one was, it couldn't make up for the psychological discomfort.

That mouth might have touched another girl's lips a few hours ago.

"just kill me?"

As if she was afraid that He Yanlang didn't hear clearly, she actually repeated the sentence without knowing the good thing.

"just kill me?"

...

It seems that He Yanlang is not a good person at all.

She had gotten into such a bad situation that the girl she liked begged her to kill her.

A word appeared in his mind: rather die than surrender.

Ah...

He Yanlang's life had never been so out of control. His eyes were filled with all kinds of complex emotions as never before. His blood was boiling and his brain went blank.

But his hands never stopped moving.

"Is it not easy to die?"

"Is Shuangsi not dead?"

Lin Qinghuan was turned over, and there was no gentleness at all.

He Yanlang is a madman, completely crazy.

Every time after that, whenever Lin Qinghuan thought of this time, his body would tremble uncontrollably.

...

Lin Qinghuan's teeth were chattering in pain.

He Yanlang was talking on the phone nonchalantly, his tone was indifferent and lifeless, but he was panting and making an ambiguous sound, "Call the doctor and wait at the door."

"Lin Shen, save me, save me..." Lin Qinghuan cried and shouted in despair.

Can I still ask for help at this time?

"Young Master? Young Master..." Lin Shen called tentatively, he wanted to say something else.

However, He Yanlang hung up the phone and then threw it away casually.

He Yanlang said to Lin Qinghuan again, "Baby, you can't die here. Your husband will find you a different place and I guarantee you'll die quickly!"

madman!

...

Lin Qinghuan fainted several times and was forced to wake up three times. The last time he was in a daze again. He was taken to wash up and then carried back to bed.

After she had tidied everything, He Yanlang walked out of the bedroom and opened the door.

"Young Master." Lin Shen called out, and a doctor in a white coat followed behind him.

He Yanlang was in a bad mood, and even after he was satisfied, he was still visibly in a bad mood.

He let the doctor into the bedroom, seemed to remember something, and said to the doctor, "She is not wearing condoms, give her a contraceptive injection."

He lit a cigarette on the balcony of the living room. Lin Shen stood behind him. After thinking for a while, he said, "Master..."

Just as he opened his mouth, He Yanlang impatiently said, "Get lost!"

Lin Shen stood there without moving.

He Yanlang turned around. His expression was the ugliest that Lin Shen had ever seen. Just looking at it was enough to terrify people. "What? You want me to ask you to leave?"

Lin Shen turned and walked out of the room.

After the smell of cigarette smoke had dissipated from his body, He Yanlang entered the bedroom, sat on the sofa with his arms and legs spread wide, and watched the doctor examine Lin Qinghuan.

After all the examinations were completed, the doctor began to report the patient's condition. "Sir, she has a low-grade fever. This is a normal reaction to the contraceptive injection."

"Does it also require this lady to be hospitalized? Her private parts need to be medicated, and there is no nurse here."

He Yanlang refused, "I'll do it."

The doctor was stunned and said nothing. Rich people just know how to have fun.

You say you feel sorry for others, so why do you have to be so cruel?

The doctor briefly explained how to use the medicine, applied it wherever he wanted, and left. "I'll come back to take your temperature again in two hours."

He Yanlang didn't say anything, turned around and went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and applied medicine to Lin Qinghuan.