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

He Yanlang's cell phone, which was placed aside, lit up. It was that woman Meng Li.

[Meng Li: Brother Fugui, you had a fight with your girlfriend. Do you want me to give you some advice? ]

He said she was cheap, so Meng Li called him rich brother.

【He Yanlang:? 】

[Meng Li: I mean to help you get your girlfriend back and make sure you can do whatever you want in bed. After all, a man as superior as you is not someone a girl would waste too much.]

Even other women knew that his physique and technical abilities were rare, but Lin Qinghuan was that woman who disliked him to death.

【He Yanlang: Get lost.】

Meng Li stared at the word "get out" with a look of disgust, cursing, "Why are you so arrogant? I curse a man as arrogant as you to be single for the rest of your life."

He Yanlang sneezed, as if someone was cursing him from behind. He put out the cigarette in his hand and waited for the smell of smoke to dissipate before walking inside.

The scraps of paper and the pair of slippers at the entrance had been disposed of, and several sweeping robots were cleaning the floor. He walked towards the master bedroom with his long legs.

Hearing the sound of a hair dryer coming from the bathroom, he walked straight in. Lin Qinghuan was sitting in front of the mirror, blowing her hair.

He took the hair dryer and blew Lin Qinghuan's hair. His fair and slender fingers shuttled back and forth in her hair, his movements gentle and doting.

Lin Qinghuan still didn't speak.

He Yanlang didn't say anything either.

Things always happen by coincidence. Lin Qinghuan's cell phone on the table lit up at the right time, and both of them looked at the screen at the same time.

The caller on the screen showed "Zhou Ran".

In an instant, He Yanlang became jealous again.

The hair dryer was not turned off, and He Yanlang asked calmly, "Are you still in touch?"

Lin Qinghuan sat there stiffly, not moving.

The hair was already 70% dry, He Yanlang turned off the hair dryer and put it aside.

"catch."

Lin Qinghuan picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. He whispered in her ear, "Turn on speakerphone."

He Yanlang knew that Lin Qinghuan would never dare to tell anyone that she was with him.

The call is connected.

Luo Zhouran's voice was very tired. This was a rare opportunity for him to talk to Lin Qinghuan on the phone. Of course, he would not tell Lin Qinghuan about this. "Qinghuan, I have completed all the formalities."

Lin Qinghuan responded calmly, "Yeah!"

He Yanlang's lips were already close to hers. Lin Qinghuan widened her eyes and pushed, but the man came closer again.

He just likes to play in such a bad way.

"Qing Huan, how is your suspension from school going?"

He Yanlang stopped kissing Lin Qinghuan and opened his eyes.

Did Luo Zhouran know that she was going to drop out of school? Didn't Luo Yuming already guarantee that he would never let his good-for-nothing son see Lin Qinghuan?

Not only did they meet, but they also seemed to be plotting something. One went abroad and the other dropped out of school.

Could it be that taking a leave of absence from school is just a cover and she actually wants to go abroad?

When I thought of this, I couldn't suppress the anger.

He Yanlang's kiss became more domineering, from the ear bone to the neck to the collarbone, and his hands also wrapped around Lin Qinghuan's waist.

Lin Qinghuan's breathing became chaotic, and he said calmly, "Well, it's almost healed. It will be done in the next one or two days."

"Qing Huan, my flight is at 9:30 the day after tomorrow morning. Can you come and see me off?"

Lin Qinghuan had tried her best to avoid bringing up this topic, but Luo Zhouran brought it up anyway.

This is the last side.

"Okay!" Lin Qinghuan responded, frowning even more. She stared at He Yanlang anxiously.

He Yanlang put his hand into her sweatshirt and started to act recklessly.

Breathing became disordered.

"Qinghuan, are you not feeling well?" Luo Zhouran said worriedly when he noticed something unusual on the phone.

“Hiss…” Lin Qinghuan trembled and stared at He Yanlang fiercely, “No…no…Zhou Ran, I’m dead first.”

Lin Qinghuan hung up quickly.

He Yanlang smiled disdainfully, "Why don't you continue?"

There's no way she can continue like this.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned, but still did not resist. Perhaps He Yanlang was just waiting for her to wash herself clean. He didn't do it just now because he was simply obsessed with cleanliness and disliked that she was dirty after being caught in the rain.

She thought he had a change of heart, but he had no conscience at all.

He Yanlang lifted Lin Qinghuan's chin, forcing her to look at him, "It's a pity, without my permission you can't take a leave of absence from school, and you can't go to the airport to see him off."

Lin Qinghuan gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. That was the last chance to meet Luo Zhouran. If he didn't go, he would be very, very disappointed.

She felt very sorry for him.

Luo Zhouran was dragged into this relationship that shouldn't have happened in the first place for no reason, and he suffered emotional torture.

Lin Qinghuan knew very clearly how terrible it was to like someone who didn't like her; but fortunately, Luo Zhouran was luckier than her, at least they were equal.

And there is an invisible superior-subordinate relationship between her and He Yanlang. He Yanlang flirts with her, plays with her, and tramples on her.

After all, he was the absolute superior, and she had no freedom, no choice, and could only endure it.

She longs for love that is equal and respectful to both parties.

But for this man who has been at the top of the pyramid for a long time, her desire is a luxury.

There is no love in the upper class. All they do is weigh interests and make careful calculations. When they look down, they are only satisfying their momentary selfish desires.

Two classes, two worlds, two lives.

It's a pity that she was forced into this awkward relationship with He Yanlang despite her love for him.

"Please, let me go!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I'm really touched, Huanhuan. You're already in a difficult situation here, and you're still asking me to let you go and send him off."

He sat on the dressing table, his upper body naked, full of sexual tension, his muscles clearly visible, slightly bent over, the brightest smile on his face, the saddest he felt in his heart.

His smile was not a sign of happiness. On the contrary, the brighter his smile, the worse he did and the more extreme his personality became.

"Let you go? Am I so kind and generous that I would allow my woman to see off a man? Or do you plan to drop out of school and go abroad with him?"

Lin Qinghuan grabbed his hand and said, "I just want to drop out of school. I don't want to go abroad. We are just friends."

friend.

I don't believe it.

"Okay, I'll let you go. Just be more proactive recently, don't let me do it all the time, and behave yourself."

He'll wait and see.

She was frozen in place.

"Don't want to?" He Yanlang stood up and walked straight out.

Lin Qinghuan stood up from the chair and hugged him from behind.

As long as she hugged him gently like this, He Yanlang felt very happy, his heart was pounding, her cold hands covered his abdominal muscles, and her back was pressed against his softness.

"I would like to!" Lin Qinghuan replied.

"Didn't you just call me disgusting? Are you so willing to do this?" Lin Qinghuan still remembered the words she had used to scold He Yanlang. "Is he really that good that he's worth your disgust?"

Yes, how could Luo Zhouran be bad!

Without him, Lin Qinghuan would be with Luo Zhouran, and would be respected and cared for. Both sides would be equal, and they would feel at ease and secure, and their life would be plain but free.

Instead of being hurt and trampled upon by He Yanlang everywhere as it is now.

Lin Qinghuan didn't answer and moved her hand towards his lower abdomen.

She took the initiative, but was timid and hesitant. After several attempts, she was still as innocent as a rabbit and as timid as a mouse.

It was easy to arouse his desire. In fact, his desire for Lin Qinghuan was terrifyingly deep.

However, when he couldn't help himself and took the initiative to ask for it, he looked at Lin Qinghuan's frightened eyes and felt distressed and angry.

"What the hell are you shaking about?"

He doesn't understand.

Trembling and crying.

He froze.

Lin Qinghuan took the initiative to climb up again, kissed him randomly, and apologized while crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's continue..."

Lin Qinghuan was really scared.

Whenever He Yanlang touched her, she couldn't help but think of the horrific pleasure they had last time. She felt pain all over her body, and she couldn't stop shaking and crying.

He Yanlang forced a smile and rubbed Lin Qinghuan's head, "You're not ready yet, are you? Then don't do it."

He got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Lin Qinghuan climbed up, pulled over the white bed sheet, curled up, and started crying.

Why am I so useless?