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

Mother Lin was still worried and continued knocking on the door.

"Baby, open the door and let mommy come in."

Lin Qinghuan looked at He Yanlang pleadingly, signaling him to let her go.

He raised his eyebrows provocatively, wanting to see her begging for mercy in a coquettish manner.

This pervert always loved to tease her, liked to see her make a fool of herself, liked to see her beg for mercy.

His kiss moved to Lin Qinghuan's collarbone.

Lin Qinghuan quickly explained, "Mom, I'm just about to take a shower."

Mother Lin hesitated and said "OK".

Lin Qinghuan quickly asked again, "Mom, don't you have evening self-study tonight? Why are you back?"

The people outside the door were completely relieved after hearing these words.

"Mom wants to come back and be with you."

Because she was not in good condition at night, the old couple discussed having one of them take a leave of absence to come back and accompany her.

Mother Lin asked, "Baby, do you want to go shopping with mom tonight and buy some new clothes?"

Lin Qinghuan wanted to say yes, but He Yanlang bit her earlobe and said softly, "No."

Shopping was fake, the real purpose was not wanting to accompany him.

She doesn't look like she's going shopping. She might as well stay at home with him.

Lin Qinghuan said with grievance, "No, Mom, I haven't finished my painting yet."

The person outside was a little disappointed, silent for a while, and then walked away, "Okay, call mom if you need anything, I'll be preparing lessons in the study."

"it is good."

Listening to the footsteps leaving, Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang away a little, not much movement, and said in a suppressed voice, "When are you leaving?"

Go? It's like a joke.

He Yanlang walked straight to Lin Qinghuan's lazy sofa and sat down.

Isn't that obvious enough? He's not going away.

If he doesn't leave, what can Lin Qinghuan do to him?

Rogue!

"Whatever you want." Lin Qinghuan's eyes were red, and she ignored the person who came. She was so angry that her teeth were itching, but she couldn't get angry because she was afraid of causing too much noise.

Once again the room fell silent.

The two of them each occupied a corner of the room, and neither of them spoke.

Finally, Lin Qinghuan lost his temper and stood up with a clang. "What do you want me to do in order for you to leave here?"

He Yanlang raised his eyes. The warm yellow light made Lin Qinghuan's skin look even whiter. She had a small face, and she always liked to give him all kinds of looks. Her deer eyes looked pitiful, but she always stared at him fiercely.

I feel like I want to eat him alive.

That’s right, she also wanted to stab him in the heart with a knife?

He just wants to be with Lin Qinghuan.

Maybe he thought of something.

What else could He Yanlang want from her? It was simply because he was sexually interested again.

Lin Qinghuan felt wronged and disgusted. She didn't want to be with him at home. She felt disgusted.

"Bed? Okay, you leave tonight, and I'll go out and get a room with you tomorrow."

He hadn't said anything yet, but she had already imagined a lot of things and thought he was so disgusting. ?

He Yanlang did not refute, but continued with her words, "Don't you hate daytime?"

She said that doing it during the day is daytime sexual intercourse.

Laugh to death.

He asked knowingly, but it seemed like he was just asking to mock her.

Lin Qinghuan's stiff attitude softened again, and she begged, "He Yanlang, please, please leave my house. I will agree to whatever you want."

"Meet the parents." He still said the same thing.

Just to meet the parents.

It's another dead end, an impossible situation.

Lin Qinghuan unconsciously clenched his hands into fists again, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, inhaled deeply, opened his eyes, and relaxed his fists.

"dream!"

Again.

"Okay! Wait." He Yanlang shrugged, ignoring Lin Qinghuan's anger, and once again spoke dirty words, "Baby, can't you use your tough mouth to do something else?"

Lin Qinghuan endured it, his ears were ripe.

"I didn't say anything, why are your ears red again?"

"He Yanlang!" She couldn't win the argument with him, she hadn't been able to win from the beginning.

Lin Qinghuan was so angry that he was about to go crazy and jump up and down, what a scoundrel!

He Yanlang either acted like he didn't care, as if everyone owed him millions; or like now, he was foul-mouthed and went all out, always making Lin Qinghuan blush, angry and ashamed.

"Oh... I see. Hiding a grown man in the room must be a big blow to your XP, right?"

Lin Qinghuan: “…”

Really unable to communicate.

Lin Qinghuan ignored him and concentrated on drawing illustrations on the tablet.

Before they could calm down for a while, the person on the lazy sofa spoke again, "Baby, I'm hungry."

Lin Qinghuan pretended not to hear and continued painting while covering her ears.

Seeing no response, He Yanlang stood up and walked towards the door.

Lin Qinghuan quickly stood up, stood in front of him, and asked with a dark face, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm hungry. I'll go out and get something to eat."

Lin Qinghuan sighed helplessly again, "Wait here, I'll go out and get it."

He bent down slightly and wanted to touch Lin Qinghuan's hair, but was opened.

She just begged, "Please, don't run around."

Lin Qinghuan opened the door and closed it again. He smiled and saw Lin Qinghuan's painting on the tablet. He took the tablet and started to look at it.

He had always known that she loved painting and was extremely talented.

If Lin Qinghuan is willing, he is willing to pay for her to hire a master to teach her and help her realize her dream.

Whether she becomes a great person and is world-famous, or just stays in a remote corner and treats this as a hobby, he will spare no effort to support her.

He Yanlang looked at them one by one. Lin Qinghuan must have received a lot of painting orders, with various types and styles.

Finally, He Yanlang actually turned to the painting of himself by Lin Qinghuan. He was overjoyed. The uncontrollable joy in his heart suddenly surged up, and he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth.

She must like him.

Otherwise, why not draw anyone else but just him.

She did not draw Luo Zhouran, the only one in her gallery was He Yanlang.

He Yanlang had to admit that his face was quite cartoon-like and quite good-looking.

She should be worthy of Lin Qinghuan's looks.

There were footsteps outside the door, and He Yanlang put the tablet back.

Lin Qinghuan came in with a bowl of noodles. She originally wanted to just give him a bucket of instant noodles to trick him, or give him some snacks to fill his stomach.

But in the end, she still cooked him a bowl of tomato and egg noodle soup very seriously, even though her cooking skills were not very good.

"What is this?" He Yanlang, a top nobleman, seemed to have never eaten tomato and egg noodle soup, and looked confused.

Lin Qinghuan was only surprised for a second, then accepted his idiotic look and said coldly, "Noodles."

"Oh?" He Yanlang nodded, thinking about it. A few slices of tomatoes, an egg, and some lean meat. "Did you make it?"

It’s simple enough.

Lin Qinghuan sat back at the computer desk and said nothing.

She really didn't want to admit that she made it herself, but her mother was preparing lessons and she couldn't bear to disturb her. Out of conscience, she didn't perfunctorily stuff a bucket of instant noodles into He Yanlang's hand.

He Yanlang ate happily, took a bite, frowned, and called out cautiously, "Huanhuan?"

Lin Qinghuan turned back impatiently, "What's wrong?"

Her patience was running out.

He Yanlang felt a little aggrieved. The noodles were too salty and sweet. But he thought about it and realized that Lin Qinghuan made it herself. He complimented her against his conscience, "You made it really delicious."

"Then eat it all, don't leave any." Lin Qinghuan said unhappily.

He Yanlang didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

Although he came from a wealthy family, he had received special training and was not very picky about food. It was not a problem for him to finish a bowl of noodles, and he really ate it all without leaving even a mouthful of soup.

"I'm done eating." He Yanlang said.

Lin Qinghuan turned around and glanced at him.

She deliberately put too much salt in the noodles, and knowing that he hated sweet things, she added a lot of white sugar. Unexpectedly, He Yanlang really didn't leave a single sip of the soup.

His taste is really different from ordinary people.

"Go to the sink and wash the dishes." Lin Qinghuan said coldly.

do the washing up?

He Yanlang frowned.

But he still stood up and walked towards the washbasin in the room with a bowl.

He had never washed dishes in his life, not even touching the dishes after a meal.

Looking at the slightly greasy bowl at this moment, even though he was going to eat it, he still felt a little disgusted. He didn't even want to touch it with his hands. The greasy feeling of oil on his hands made him very uncomfortable.

He can't wash dishes.

He turned on the faucet, let the water rush over the bowl, and then stood there in a daze.

Lin Shen happened to call.

Lin Shen called out carefully, fearing that he would get angry again, "Master?"

"kindness."

Seemingly in a good mood, Lin Shen became bolder and asked, "Are you still at Miss Qing Huan's house?"

"kindness."

He was indeed in a good mood, "What are you doing staying at someone's house?"

Lin Shen's original intention was to express that it was not good to treat others in such an inexplicable way.

He Yanlang raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a hint of pride, "Wash the dishes."

After Lin Shen called, He Yanlang suddenly felt that washing dishes was a very lifelike and beautiful word.

Lin Qinghuan cooks and he washes the dishes.

They seem like a young couple living an ordinary life.

Lin Shen looked surprised, "Washing dishes? You?"

His noble and arrogant young master was washing dishes.

Lin Shen felt that his mind was stuck, as if he had suffered a severe blow. He couldn't accept the setting of the young master washing dishes for a while.

Sure enough, there was a loud "bang" and the bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

He was washing a bowl and it broke, splashing water onto He Yanlang's expensive trouser legs, getting them slightly wet.

Lin Qinghuan ran in, looked at the debris on the ground, then looked at He Yanlang who looked confused. He was still on the phone.

Lin Qinghuan didn't give him face and scolded him coldly, "You are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything."

Lin Shen on the phone heard it and let out a slight laugh.

He Yanlang said nonchalantly, "Are you still not hanging up?"

You want to hear about him being abused?

Lin Shen hung up quickly.

Lin Qinghuan squatted down to clean up the debris.

He Yanlang quickly stopped him, “I broke it, I’ll do it.”

He Yanlang was afraid of scratching Lin Qinghuan's hand, so he stood in front of her, picked up the fragments on the ground and was about to throw them into the trash can.

Lin Qinghuan stopped him from throwing the pieces and said, "Don't just throw the pieces into the trash can."

"Huh?" He Yanlang was puzzled.

She turned and left the bedroom, took a transparent plastic box, picked up the large pieces one by one and threw them into the transparent box. She swept the remaining residues into the dustpan with a broom, poured them into the box, and then carefully sealed it.

Lin Qinghuan explained, "Some uncles and aunts will look through garbage bags to find waste, and throwing it directly in can easily hurt them by mistake."

When she said this, her face was no longer fierce, and her eyes were no longer cold, but very gentle.

His Huanhuan is really kind.

He had never thought about these things.

Of course, he also couldn't imagine that there were still many people in this world who were poorly clothed and hungry.

After all, he was born already in the pyramids, in Rome.

You can have everything without doing anything.

"Oh." He Yanyu replied, although he didn't understand Lin Qinghuan's unnecessary behavior.

He has little conscience or empathy.

He himself knew that he was definitely not a good person.

After dealing with the garbage, the two returned to the inner room.

Lin Qinghuan sat back at the computer desk and started drawing on the tablet. He Yanlang did not disturb her and started to deal with his own things.

He received many phone calls, and although he tried to keep his voice down, Lin Qinghuan still found him annoying.

Lin Qinghuan put down her paintbrush and said without giving He Yanlang the slightest hint of scolding, "Go to the balcony."

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned.

Can't believe my ears.

Someone was yelling at this living devil to “get out”.

Of course, he could not imagine how his boss's face would instantly change from a cold one to a fawning one, with a smile and nodding.

Just to please a girl.

He Yanlang turned and walked towards the balcony. His face darkened again in an instant. He said without any emotion, "Go on."

The person on the other end of the phone turned around from his shock and continued to report, and he had just started talking.

Lin Qinghuan's cold voice sounded again, "Don't smoke on my balcony."

Well, He Yanlang retracted his hand that was touching the cigarette, turned around and smiled flatteringly again.

Lin Qinghuan continued, "Throw the cigarette into the trash can."

He Yanlang retracted his hand, took out the cigarette box from his pocket and threw it into the trash can.

Lin Qinghuan then stopped and turned back to continue painting, then shouted "Get lost" again, shocking He Yanlang so much that the person on the other end of the phone didn't dare to speak for a moment.

It's really weird.

What kind of girl could make her boss, who is such a cold-hearted devil, take advantage of her so much?

In just two minutes, he told the man to get out, told his boss not to smoke, and asked someone to throw away the cigarette.

The world is really upside down.

Or maybe his boss is crazy.

He Yanlang went to the balcony and closed the glass door before he spoke. His tone was so cold that it made the people on the other side shudder. "Does it sound good?"

"No...Boss, I didn't hear anything."

"go on."

The person on the other side then began to get back into the state and report on his work.

While painting, Lin Qinghuan remembered something. Her balcony was adjacent to the one next door, which meant that as long as the people next door went to the balcony, they could see He Yanlang.

She broke out in a cold sweat, quickly stood up and ran to the balcony.

He Yanlang was still on the phone, but he had switched to a foreign language.

Lin Qinghuan pulled his sleeve and walked towards the bedroom. He Yanlang was puzzled, but he hung up the phone tactfully and asked doubtfully.

"Baby, you still can't bear your husband to be alone in the cold wind on the balcony?"

“Is there anyone coming out from the balcony next door?”

He Yanlang pretended to think and recall, and what he said made Lin Qinghuan's heart sink. He teased her, "It seems there is a little girl."

In fact, no one came out of the balcony, but he heard the voice of a little girl coming from the next room.

"Did I see you?"

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention."

At this moment, Lin's mother knocked on the door again, "Baby, the girl next door, Zi Han, is here to play with you."

Lin Qinghuan panicked instantly, and pulled He Yanlang's hand to find a place for him to hide, such as the bathroom, behind the door, and finally hid the nearly 190 cm tall man in the closet.

"Don't come out, please, I beg you."

He was so fierce just now, but now that he is useful, he starts begging and acting pitiful.

She is really adaptable.

He Yanlang nodded.

But no one really saw him on the balcony.