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

It’s a pity that Lin Qinghuan wouldn’t let her.

Lin Qinghuan thought that her parents probably didn’t see it. Although she was not short, He Yanlang was also very tall, and his body should have blocked her view.

Moreover, when the older generation sees people kissing, they would be so cautious as if they had seen a ghost, and they would as soon as possible look away.

"You really are quite similar to your parents." He Yanlang joked, "You can even think of doing things like walking up the stairs to avoid suspicion."

It's really like a close relative.

And you might as well run into them by chance.

Lin Qinghuan said "hmm" and continued walking forward.

He Yanlang walked up to hold Lin Qinghuan's hand, interlocking their fingers, not letting her get away. "Baby, luckily I reacted quickly just now, otherwise you would have really taken me to meet your father-in-law and mother-in-law."

He also emphasized once again, "Although I don't mind meeting them."

As for gifts for meeting someone, just make a phone call and truckloads of them will be sent here.

Lin Qinghuan's palms were sweating from being held.

She laughed, feeling bored but not wanting to talk to He Yanlang, so she could only perfunctorily deal with it.

Her silence contrasts with his enthusiasm, and the person who is left out would feel a little uncomfortable inside.

In fact, He Yanlang is not a talkative person.

"Baby, don't you have anything else you want to ask me? Or about me?"

When Lin Qinghuan heard this, she forced out a smile, which was mixed with sadness. "So you also know that I don't know much about you."

We were not very familiar with each other, but we did all kinds of intimate things.

In front of He Yanlang, Lin Qinghuan was transparent, without any privacy or secrets at all. If he wanted to know any information about her, he would know it immediately.

But in front of Lin Qinghuan, He Yanlang was indeed mysterious. The only thing she knew was that he was the campus idol of Peking University and the president of the student union. As for his family background and other things, they were all rumors.

Who knows how much is true and how much is false.

From the beginning, it was unequal.

"Then I'll tell you now."

Lin Qinghuan neither responded nor refused, just treated it as gossip.

"I am the second grandson of He Yanhe, the founder of Sanshun Group."

Sanshun Group, the largest group in China, is exactly the same as what Luo Zhouran said.

Lin Qinghuan knew that the surname of Sanshun Group was He, and he also knew that the founder of Sanshun Group, He Yanhe, and his sons and daughters were all publicly known on the Internet.

But the identities of his grandchildren are much more mysterious, and there is not much information about them online.

Now, hearing He Yanlang admit it himself, I am still extremely shocked.

How was she going to fight him?

Is she, an ordinary girl, going to fight with a prince who has a big group behind him?

"He Yanyu, the one you know is that idiot, my second uncle's son. Besides him, I have another older brother, He Yanqing, my eldest uncle's son, who is also the most likely to become the heir to the Sanshun Group."

He Yanlang said calmly.

It was as if all those open and covert struggles and intrigues did not exist.

He grew up in a deformed environment. Although he had parents, he was raised by his grandfather and did not return to his biological parents until he was fifteen years old.

But the old man's control over him has never ended, and it is still continuing until now. The old man doesn't like to control anyone else, but he loves to control him.

When he first came to Peking University to study, he went back once every one or two days on average. Until the last year, when he had grown stronger and because of Lin Qinghuan, he was no longer willing to listen to his grandfather.

Lin Qinghuan wanted to ask He Yanlang when he would get tired of her and let her go, but she opened her lips but couldn't ask. She followed his words and said, "Your family is quite complicated."

"It's not bad, it's just cannibalism, brothers and sisters fighting each other."

Is he going to recite Cao Zhi's "Seven-Step Poem"?

Lin Qinghuan remembered.

He Yanlang designed a plan to send his fiancée to He Yanyu's bed.

Thinking about it this way, he was not exaggerating. They really were scheming against each other and taking advantage of each other in various ways.

Lin Qinghuan only felt a chill on his back and sweat on his palms.

She is an ordinary person who does not want to be involved in the power struggles among the wealthy and become cannon fodder.

No, is she adding drama to herself?

She was just one of He Yanlang's many playmates. How could she automatically take on the role of his lover?

He is all-powerful and influential, and now he is also a scheming and manipulative person. Lin Qinghuan feels even more desolate inside.

Do I really have to wait until the other person gets tired of playing with me and is willing to let go before I can stop?

"What? Huanhuan, are you afraid of me?"

He had been observing Lin Qinghuan's reaction. The expression on her face was truly fascinating and colorful. First it was shock, then disgust, and then the current look of fear.

"No, no."

She said no, her palms were sweating. He Yanlang didn't expose her, but held her hand even tighter.

The eighth floor is neither high nor low, but the two people walked all the way from the eighth floor to the community.

I don’t feel tired.

It's always easier to go downstairs than to go upstairs.

Lin Qinghuan sent him to the car.

He Yanlang raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why don't you not go home tonight and go out with me?"

Lin Qinghuan's face turned pale and he stepped back.

"No."

He was just joking, but she took it seriously.

"This is at home, not at school. It's not good to be out all night at home."

"Does it mean that you can stay out all night at school, be a good girl in front of your parents, and have fun behind their backs?"

With his teasing, her ears were about to become ripe again.

"He Yanlang!" Lin Qinghuan was angry.

He was smiling, but in fact he was reluctant to leave. He always had endless things to say and always wanted to find some topics to chat about.

Although his words are always very inappropriate.

"I'll go back first." Lin Qinghuan wanted to escape. Staying one more second would be a torture to his spirit.

"Huanhuan!" He Yanlang still refused.

With people coming and going in the community, it is inevitable to meet familiar people, and he, like his car, is hard not to attract attention.

"Stay with me a little longer." He Yanlang didn't want to go back alone. It was too torturous. Lin Qinghuan didn't know that he hadn't been able to sleep properly in recent days. He didn't know it before he experienced it.

You have to drink until you are drunk.

Or work and study until dawn.

Once he stopped or woke up, all he could think about was Lin Qinghuan crying and saying that she hated him, hated him, and wanted to stab him with a knife.

There is a feeling more painful than not being able to get the love you want: having once had and experienced the feeling of having the person you like by your side, and then being rejected and hated by that person.

Lin Qinghuan looked around. The neighborhood was still very lively at around eight or nine o'clock, with a lot of people jogging, walking, etc.

"Ten minutes." Lin Qinghuan said.

"Ten minutes?" He was the only one who set time for others, but now she had learned how to time him.

"If you don't agree, I'll leave now." Lin Qinghuan pretended to leave, but He Yanlang grabbed her wrist.

He compromised and said, "Okay."

Ten minutes is fine, it’s better than being sent back now.

"Let's talk in the car." Lin Qinghuan's eyes were looking around again, and her nervousness and uneasiness were obvious, as if she was having an affair with someone.

He Yanlang unlocked the car and opened the back door.

Lin Qinghuan glanced at him.

He placed one hand above Lin Qinghuan's head to prevent her from bumping into him, and with the other hand he made a gesture of invitation.

Lin Qinghuan got into the car, and he took a step forward and sat next to Lin Qinghuan. He naturally picked her up and put her on his lap.

A very ambiguous posture.

"He Yanlang?" Lin Qinghuan exclaimed.

Once he enters an uninhabited area, or a certain scene, he is used to driving.

"Do you want to take another ride..."

Lin Qinghuan covered his mouth and said through gritted teeth, "Don't say it!"

Certain actions and scenes can easily trigger people's associations. He Yanlang couldn't help but think of the happy scene with Lin Qinghuan at the riverside last time.

He smiled and pulled Lin Qinghuan's hand away. He really enjoyed driving towards Lin Qinghuan, seeing her embarrassed and helpless look, innocent and charming.

I wanted to strangle him, but I couldn't do anything.

It's just super fun.

"You know what I'm going to say? Just cover my mouth."

Lin Qinghuan decisively expressed his dissatisfaction and angrily asked, "Can you please not drive for me?"

He Yanlang pretended to be innocent, and stroked Lin Qinghuan's cheek with his big hand. His eyes were as gentle as water, and he smiled, "I'm not driving? Am I not holding you?"

Pretend, strong.

He really does.

Lin Qinghuan was too lazy to engage in sophistry with him and directly expressed her feelings, "You always drive towards me, and I feel that you don't respect me, as if I am some casual girl that you can drive towards me casually and get pleasure from my sexual fantasies."

This is what Lin Qinghuan thought.

He Yanlang, however, regarded this as a little interest between lovers.

He was stunned for a moment, rubbing her cheek with his fingertips, and said softly, "I'm sorry Huanhuan, I didn't know you didn't like this. I just thought it was a little fun between lovers. I will try not to say it again in the future."

He added, "I only do this to you."

He was too lazy to even say a word to the others.

Of course, no one knew that he was a very reserved person, and of course, he was only being reserved for Lin Qinghuan to see.

Only for you? Lin Qinghuan thought that if it was really a little fun between lovers, it seemed really interesting, and she could accept it and even like it.

It's a pity that they are not a couple.

"Don't talk about it anymore." Lin Qinghuan turned her head away, no longer looking at the handsome face so close to her, but instead looked out the car window.

It’s been so long, and only three minutes have passed. Every minute and every second is torture for Lin Qinghuan.

He Yanlang held Lin Qinghuan's face back, "Huanhuan, why don't you look at me? Didn't you say I'm pretty?"

Because I hate it.

She really couldn't keep lying to a face like that. When she tried to coax him with sweet words, she would feel guilty and afraid because those words were against her will.

"Well, it's beautiful."

A very perfunctory answer.

He Yanlang was not angry. He put his hand on Lin Qinghuan's waist and changed the subject. "Huanhuan, you like painting. Have you ever thought about studying abroad?"

He wanted to help her dream.

"No."

"why?"

"No reason. I just don't want to."

Just as my mother said, becoming an artist is too costly and a family like theirs can’t afford the risk, so it’s better to be realistic.

Of course, Lin Qinghuan was too lazy to tell He Yanlang, there was no need.

"Then I will send you to study abroad. I will pay for all the expenses. You will have a world-class master as your teacher. Will you go?"

He wanted to help her dreams and make her happy.

"Just do what you like, and leave the rest to me."

The money he earned was enough for Lin Qinghuan to live for dozens of lifetimes.

No advantages, just a lot of money.

"Does it mean that I will follow you abroad, depend on you for my living, and then obey you in everything and be controlled by you? When you are happy, you can spend a lot of money and energy to cultivate me, but when you are unhappy, you suppress me, abandon me, or even destroy me, right?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary."

Ah...

His hands on Lin Qinghuan's waist were stiff.

Lin Qinghuan sat astride his legs and her whole body was stiff.

A sarcastic smile appeared on He Yanlang's lips. She really has a sharp tongue.

He now understood what it meant when his kindness was taken for granted.

He wants to take out his whole heart and show it to the other person to prove his sincerity. But the other person is good. He throws his sincerity on the ground, steps on it a few times, and spits on it to insult you.

interesting.

He Yanlang increased the strength of his hands on Lin Qinghuan's waist. Lin Qinghuan felt a little itchy and her body reacted slightly.

"Talk back? You feel great talking back to me now, don't you? Believe me, I will talk back to you until you cry."

She really doesn't want to understand it immediately.

But I really understood it in seconds.

Where did He Yanlang get so much yellow paint and why could he use it so easily?

She was really convinced.

"Huh?" Lin Qinghuan also laughed sarcastically, feeling ashamed and angry, but he seemed very reasonable and unwilling to admit defeat.

He Yanlang explained on his own, "You provoked me first."

"Yes, yes..." Lin Qinghuan did not refute, and her eyes fell on He Yanlang's handsome face again.

She imitated the way he flirted with her and hooked his chin with her fingers, tilting it up slightly.

He Yanlang met her gaze, his eyes full of smiles, and he suggested with a raised eyebrow, "Do you want to kiss?"

She sank into his gaze and was lost in thought for a moment.

Lin Qinghuan let go of his hand in despair. He was as useless as ever and was easily bewitched by the other party.

She tried to get off his lap.

He was held down again and wouldn't move.

"Ten minutes."

So fast.

He Yanlang let go.

Lin Qinghuan stood up again, but was pushed back down again.

She frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"When should I come to see you tomorrow?"

As if thinking that Lin Qinghuan would try to delay the time as much as possible and extend it to later, He Yanlang changed the topic and asked, "When should I come to see you tomorrow morning?"

Before coming up with a foolproof plan, Lin Qinghuan had to once again enter into a new round of dealings with He Yanlang.

"Twelve o'clock."

Lin Qinghuan was really nice. "Are we going to have lunch at your house? I have to go back tonight and think about what to prepare for my father-in-law and mother-in-law."

"Ten o'clock." Lin Qinghuan changed his words.

He Yanlang held her head down and took the initiative to move to Lin Qinghuan's lips, their lips almost touching, tempting, "Huanhuan, give me a farewell kiss."

Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, moved closer, and touched the lips that were as cold and thin as its owner's.

He Yanlang will consciously deepen it.

Lin Qinghuan knew it with her eyes closed.

Familiar and superb skills, inseparable, entangled to death.

How many lips must one have touched to develop such a skill that one can easily draw people in?

He patted Lin Qinghuan's butt. After being satisfied, Taotie's temper was always particularly good. "Let's go. See you tomorrow!"