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

Hiding in the closet, He Yanlang had a feeling of being cheated on. The closet was spacious enough for two people to hide.

There were a lot of Lin Qinghuan’s clothes hanging there, they smelled fragrant and comfortable.

If possible, he would like to sleep in the closet, which was filled with Lin Qinghuan's scent.

He pushed the wardrobe open a little and wanted to see what was outside.

A little girl of five or six years old opened Lin Qinghuan's door, walked in, and looked left and right, as if she was looking for something.

"Sister Qinghuan, are you hiding a boyfriend at home? Zihan heard her brother's voice at home."

Lin Qinghuan screamed "Ah", but fortunately the little girl said she heard it, not saw it, which means she might not have seen He Yanlang.

Lin Qinghuan gently corrected, "Zi Han, you heard it wrong, my sister doesn't have a boyfriend."

When He Yanlang in the closet heard this, he immediately felt unhappy. In order to express his dissatisfaction, he knocked on the closet, making a noise and successfully attracted the little girl's attention.

When the little girl heard the noise, her eyes lit up immediately. She pointed at the closet and asked, "Is my brother hiding in my sister's closet?"

Just at this moment, Lin's mother came over from the kitchen with some fruit in her hand.

"Aunt Wanning, Aunt Wanning, did Sister Qinghuan bring her boyfriend home?"

Mother Lin squatted down, pinched the little girl's face, and stuffed a grape into her mouth. "Where did you see your sister bringing her boyfriend home?"

"Zi Han heard her brother's voice on the balcony. It sounded nice. He spoke nicely, but he was very fierce." The little girl stared at the wardrobe and pulled Lin's mother and said, "Aunt Wanning, look, my brother is hiding in the wardrobe, playing hide-and-seek with his sister."

Lin Qinghuan quickly picked up the little girl and walked out of the room as if she was fleeing from famine. "Come to the living room, sister will play house with you."

"No, brother, wardrobe, brother..."

Ah, Lin Qinghuan had only one idea.

Kill her.

Why is children's intuition so accurate and so scary?

Was that sound intentional or accidental by He Yanlang?

She really wanted to pull the pervert out of the closet, beat him up, and throw him off the balcony to put an end to it all.

Lin's mother's eyes naturally fell on the closet. As if to prove to the child that there was no one in the closet, she actually walked towards the closet.

"Zi Han, in the closet..."

With a "bang", Lin Qinghuan's foot hit the locker at the door.

"Mom, it hurts!" She put Zi Han down and used her body to block the little girl from entering the room.

Mother Lin's attention was successfully diverted, and she hurried over to help her daughter, "Why are you walking so carelessly?"

Lin Qinghuan's fair legs instantly became bruised. Then she watched He Yanlang open the closet door a crack and instantly felt her pupils tremble.

She quickly bowed and begged him not to mess around and not to come out.

Fortunately, the little girl had shifted her focus and was eating the fruit on the plate.

And her mother, with all her heart, threw herself upon her knees.

No one noticed that the man in the room opened the closet a crack and sat in the closet, looking handsome.

Under Lin Qinghuan's pleading gaze, He Yanlang retreated again, but still left a small gap in the wardrobe, through which he observed the situation outside.

Lin Qinghuan was hunched over, supported by her mother as she walked out of the bedroom. He Yanlang saw her and realized that she had bumped into her on purpose to divert her mother's attention and prevent her from noticing his presence.

Lin Qinghuan closed the bedroom door and the room returned to silence.

He Yanlang walked out openly. According to his understanding of Lin Qinghuan, she should not allow anyone to enter this room again.

After all, it was almost exposed.

He Yanlang felt a little thirsty. The bowl of noodles he had just eaten was too salty.

I called Lin Qinghuan.

But I found my cell phone vibrating in the room.

He picked up his phone, turned the volume up to full, and placed it on the locker at the bedroom door.

Then he started calling again.

The ringtone was loud enough for the whole living room to hear. Mother Lin had already disinfected Lin Qinghuan. Hearing the ringtone, Lin Qinghuan stood up suddenly.

Her cell phone was on silent.

Now the ringing sound is on in full swing. It goes without saying that it was He Yanlang who did it.

"Mom, I'm on the phone." Then he went straight to the bedroom.

"Why are you so reckless today?" Mother Lin was surprised and watched Lin Qinghuan walk into the room.

The little girl was sitting on a wool blanket eating fruit, her big watery eyes looking innocent as she said, "Aunt Wanning, Sister Qinghuan, in the room, brother."

She repeated again, her voice childish and innocent, "I have a brother."

Ah, Lin Qinghuan just wanted to be killed at this moment, she didn't even feel the pain in her knees.

Mother Lin walked over, pinched the little girl's chubby face again, and asked with interest, "Where did Zi Han see her brother?"

"Balcony, my sister's balcony, Hanhan's balcony, together."

"Oh?" Mother Lin's eyes fell on Lin Qinghuan again, "Baby?"

It's doubt, or even a question.

Lin's mother knew that children would not lie, but they would talk nonsense.

Lin Qinghuan answered readily, "My high school classmates came here before you came back."

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These words indeed dispelled the doubts in Lin's mother's mind, and she stopped asking further questions.

When Lin Qinghuan opened the door, He Yanlang appeared in front of her without even trying to hide.

If Lin's mother turned around and looked towards Lin Qinghuan's room, she would see He Yanlang standing there so straightforwardly.

Lin Qinghuan quickly closed the door, with a gloomy face, and shouted in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

She was always panicking, and he was always calm and composed. She was really being driven crazy by him.

He Yanlang smiled shyly, "Huanhuan, I'm thirsty."

Almost subconsciously, Lin Qinghuan replied unhappily, "There's so much tap water in the bathroom, isn't it enough for you to drink?"

Indeed.

But he had never been thirsty in his life, so he couldn't think so much.

I haven't been locked in a closet.

Of course, I have never washed the dishes.

Now I have experienced it all.

It feels pretty good. It is indeed much more interesting than attending meetings, listening to reports, replying to emails, reading materials, analyzing materials, and learning various financial knowledge all day long.

He Yanlang enjoyed it.

He walked towards the bathroom, really intending to get some raw tap water to drink.

Lin Qinghuan looked at the back and sighed deeply. She was speechless and didn't want to care about him. She wanted to let him go.

But in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Don't you know that raw water can't be drunk?"

He Yanlang really didn't know that raw water was not drinkable. He put his hands in his pockets, waiting for Lin Qinghuan's next move, looking like a well-behaved daughter-in-law.

Anyway, she couldn't just ignore him.

"Wait for me here." Lin Qinghuan turned and left the bedroom. After a while, she came in with a cup of warm water in a disposable paper cup and handed it to He Yanlang.

He drank it all in one gulp, then continued with a smile, "Still thirsty."

Lin Qinghuan then remembered that she had added a lot of salt to the noodles at dinner just to tease him, which would probably be enough to keep him busy the whole evening.

Pooh…

What is she thinking.

What a whole night.

He Yanlang should get out right now.

"I'll use the excuse of going out with my mother later. Can you take the opportunity to leave?"

Lin Qinghuan herself was unsure, and the second half of her words were questionable, but He Yanlang lifted his long legs and walked towards the bathroom, saying lazily, "I'm not planning to leave."

Go whatever you want.

I haven't even got my wife yet.

He went to the bathroom. It was not big but very cozy, and was filled with Lin Qinghuan's various toiletries.

"Huanhuan, my toiletries."

bother.

And there are still many problems.

He Yanlang is like an idiot and needs her to take care of everything.

Lin Qinghuan walked into the bathroom, opened the door, and saw a man who had stripped naked except for his underwear.

He Yanlang was facing her, his perfect figure clearly on display.

She exclaimed, "Psycho."

When she wanted to leave, the man quickly closed the bathroom door, locked it, and pushed her against the door. The corners of his mouth curved, looking evil and wicked, and he looked down at her with a seductive voice, "If you want to see my body, just say it directly. It's not like I won't let you see it."

"Nervous!"

Lin Qinghuan pressed her hands against her chest. It was too hot, like an electric shock, so she immediately retracted her hands in fear. However, He Yanlang pressed her hands against his chest, preventing her from moving.

His eyes fell on the cigarette scar on the back of her right hand, and then on the long scar on her left wrist. His heart skipped a beat, and instantly teasing turned into tenderness.

Distressed.

"Huanhuan."

Lin Qinghuan really couldn't understand his various personalities and tempers, which changed so smoothly.

Regardless of how ugly her face looked at the moment, He Yanlang slightly lifted her chin and kissed her.

Outside the door, Lin's mother had entered Lin Qinghuan's bedroom without her noticing, "Baby?"

Lin Qinghuan opened her eyes in horror and twisted her body restlessly.

He Yanlang had no intention of letting go of the idea.

"Baby?" Seeing no one responded, Lin's mother repeated it again, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, walking towards the bathroom.

He could clearly hear her heartbeat.

severe.

clutter.

Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang away a little with force, the shower was turned on, and warm water poured down from the top of their heads, landing on the two of them.

Almost instantly, He Yanlang came up again, holding Lin Qinghuan's face and kissed her again.

The sound of splashing water.

Covering up the sound of kissing.

The warm water fell randomly, wetting Lin Qinghuan's clothes, revealing the beautiful scenery inside her chiffon long sleeves.

Both of them were wet.

Very ambiguous.

"Bang" Lin's mother knocked gently on the bathroom door, "Baby?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

He Yanlang was still reluctant to leave those soft lips.

At the fifth second, he finally let go.

Lin Qinghuan quickly replied, "Mom, I'm taking a shower."

The back of his head was held, and he was forced to look up, and the kiss fell on his collarbone.

"You didn't respond after calling me for so long. Mom is very worried about you."

The body is teased unscrupulously.

His whole body was wet, but Lin Qinghuan knew that his eyes were misty and he was still crying.

Of course He Yanlang doesn't care what she thinks.

When lust arises, he will definitely get what he wants.

I don't care what she thinks at all.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't hear you just now."

Her mouth was blocked again, and warm hands reached inside her clothes.

His eyes were blurry and full of lust.

There is no doubt that the person outside the door is an irresistible stimulation for He Yanlang.

The legs were forced to separate a little.

Lin Qinghuan glared angrily.

The warm water splashed on her body, her vision became a little blurry, and the man's behavior became more and more bold and excessive.

There was a long sigh outside the door, and Lin's mother asked again, "What do you want to eat for supper tonight? Mom will make it for you."

"No need, mom, just go and do your own thing first, don't worry about me."

Mother Lin always felt that her daughter's voice was a little strange, but she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong. "Baby, are you really okay?"

"Mom, what are you talking about? Go and get busy. I'm taking a shower. It's too noisy in there and I can't hear you clearly. Wait for me to come out later."

Yes, Lin Qinghuan hadn’t turned off the shower, and the sound of water could be heard from inside.

Lin's mother was just wondering why her daughter didn't turn off the shower and talk to her.

"Baby?" Lin's mother called again.

Lin Qinghuan was filled with emotions and wanted to cry but had no tears. Her mother kept nagging outside the door, giving He Yanlang an opportunity to take advantage of her.

She was going crazy again.

Mother Lin asked patiently, "Are you really okay?"

"Mom, please go and get busy. I'm really fine." Lin Qinghuan explained quickly.

"Wanning?" Lin's father's voice came from outside the door. He should have finished his evening self-study.

"Your dad is back. Mom will go make him a bowl of noodles. Call me if you need anything."

Finally, it was time to leave. Lin Qinghuan quickly responded, "Mom, close the door for me."

"Okay!" Footsteps were heard walking out, and only when Lin Qinghuan heard the door being closed did he come to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief.

All her clothes had been taken off. She struggled violently and pushed He Yanlang impatiently, "Get out!"

The arrow was on the string, ready to be fired. He said in a hoarse voice, "We must continue."

It’s about continuing, not continuing.

A little bit of pleading, no longer tough.

He felt Lin Qinghuan's unhappiness and disgust. He briefly thought about her thoughts, but in the end his own thoughts took precedence.

Once out of control, it is difficult to suppress.

He was really addicted to her and couldn't help himself.

Lin Qinghuan did not struggle anymore. He knew how bad He Yanlang was. If he wanted to, he could use his parents to threaten her. In short, he had thousands of ways to achieve his goals.

It's really disgusting.

Tears were mixed with warm water and it was hard to tell the difference.

But He Yanlang felt that Lin Qinghuan was crying, shaking, and resisting silently.

And he himself didn't even realize that he was already thinking from Lin Qinghuan's perspective.

The hand on her waist was burning hot. He Yanlang leaned close to her ear and asked, "Huanhuan, don't you want to?"

He wanted to.

And I feel that I have already aroused enough.

She has also had a physical reaction.

Haha, Lin Qinghuan thought he was so funny.

With deep affection and stubbornness, he raised his head and asked back, "What do you think?"

"Yes," he said.

She shouldn't have left him any wiggle room, because if she did, he would definitely answer according to his own ideas, which would be particularly speechless.

"I don't want to." Lin Qinghuan replied coldly.

He Yanlang was startled, stunned for a moment, pulled away from her, distanced himself, and replied, "Okay."

Just let her go like that?

She was distracted for a moment, thinking that she could not escape the joy in the bathroom.

Too hot, too fiery.

But he backed off.

Ah…

The devil would be moved if his words and actions were a little normal. She was really tortured by He Yanlang to the point of being abnormal, and she had become somewhat submissive.

"Why are you thinking about it again?" He Yanlang's hand stroked her cheek again.

Lin Qinghuan opened it, put her wet clothes back on, opened the bathroom door, walked out, went to the dry area, took a towel and began to wipe her hair and tidy herself up.

A man's ambiguous voice came from behind.

Lin Qinghuan looked back, then immediately turned around and said coldly, "Close the door."

The man chuckled, "Hmm?"