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

The car drove to the hotel and He Yanlang led everyone directly to the suite.

"You haven't answered my question yet?"

Lin Qinghuan didn't want anything, anything related to He Yanlang.

She refused, saying, "I think it's fine the way it is now. I can go back and take the test again in a year."

Lin Qinghuan's gaze fell on the back of her hand. The scar that Ouyang Ling had burned her with cigarettes had healed, but it would itch when new flesh grew during the healing stage, and a hideous scar would be left afterwards.

This scar will be there for the rest of her life, and will remind her of all the shameful things she has experienced.

Beijing is like a nightmare.

But the devil was still by her side, continuing to create all kinds of nightmares for her, leaving her with no peace.

He Yanlang noticed that Lin Qinghuan's gaze fell on the scar on the back of her hand.

I felt guilty and sad instantly.

He took the initiative to reach out and hold Lin Qinghuan's hand.

It was cool, in stark contrast to his warmth.

"Huanhuan..." He Yanlang could only murmur, "I will slowly make amends and get better."

Lin Qinghuan was almost so tired of hearing these words.

She didn't answer because she had no expectations of the person in front of her, and without expectations there was no hope.

If He Yanlang had really listened to her, he wouldn't have insisted on doing so again and again.

Instead, he consciously stayed away from her and gave her a chance to live.

Fengcheng is not as good as Beijing. There is no presidential suite, only star-rated hotels and large suites.

The room was always kept spotless. If it weren't for He Yanlang's clothes hanging on the shoe cabinet and in the wardrobe, there would really be no trace of human life in the room.

"Do I need a shower?" Lin Qinghuan raised his eyes and asked without any emotion, like an NPC doing a task.

"Huh?" He Yanlang was puzzled.

What did she think? She thought she came to the hotel just to have sex with him.

She really felt that her mind was full of all those messy things.

That feeling of powerlessness once again enveloped He Yanlang, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He was angry but had no place to vent.

"Huanhuan, why do you think of me like this? I just want to be with you. Don't think of me as something dirty. I really want to do it with you, but I have learned to respect your wishes. I won't touch a hair on your head unless you don't want me to."

He Yanlang said this with a solemn oath.

"Don't need it, right?"

Lin Qinghuan didn't listen to what He Yanlang said at all. He was only concerned with his own language output. His promises were empty and unrealistic.

He says one thing and does another.

He Yanlang would not respect her and always did things according to his own temperament. He would do whatever he wanted.

I don’t care about other people’s life or death.

Lin Qinghuan continued, "I'm sorry, I can only stay with you for two hours at most. Mom and Dad will wait for me to go home for lunch."

"If you want to do it, please do it as much as you can, and then let me go when you feel comfortable and satisfied. I really can't stay with you for too long."

Ah.

She knew what words would hurt him, so she specifically chose to say those words.

My chest hurts so much, I can hardly breathe because of the pressure.

"It's up to you." He Yanlang threw down a sentence and turned to leave the room.

He was tired and exhausted.

The emotional value that Lin Qinghuan provided to him was limited to the moment when he just saw her today.

My heart is filled with joy and the whole world becomes clear.

Then came all kinds of harm and verbal attacks.

He wanted to get closer to Lin Qinghuan in a gentler, calmer way, just like what Lin Qinghuan said, the relationship between normal lovers should be, respecting each other.

But as soon as he approached in this way, the opponent, who was covered with thorns, attacked him with all his strength, stabbing him and making him bleed.

He Yanlang walked very fast and the door was closed with a bang. He was afraid that if he walked any slower, he would get angry and would uncontrollably want to make Lin Qinghuan surrender by any means necessary.

Love is respect and equality, and that is what Lin Qinghuan wants.

He has been working very hard to learn and change.

...

A phone call came in and Lin Shen was called to accompany He Yanlang to boxing again.

Lin Shen was really impressed.

He was fine just before getting off the car, but in the blink of an eye, He Yanlang got angry again.

I guess they were not in agreement on sex and didn't reach an agreement.

"No need to let me!" He Yanlang said lightly.

"Master, I am the world champion." Lin Shen reminded in a friendly manner.

He Yanlang is the king in the casual game, but he is a serious world champion.

Just as he finished speaking, a punch came at him, piercing his flesh, it hurt quite a bit.

It seems that he is really angry and has no moral ethics.

He Yanlang is the boss and someone Lin Shen respects. Of course, he can't really attack He Yanlang, so he focuses on defense.

But He Yanlang's offensive momentum was very fierce, and Lin Shen, who was simply defending, was still hit hard by several punches. After the whole boxing match, he was bruised and swollen, and his body was covered with bruises.

"Master, is this considered a work-related injury?"

He Yanlang took off his gloves and threw them casually on the ring. He glanced at Lin Shen without much emotion and said, "Not really."

Lin Shen touched his cheek in pain, walked to a reflective pillar and took a look at the wound on his face, grimacing in pain. Behind him was He Yanlang, who was wiping his face with a towel.

After a boxing match, he was exhausted, his vest was soaked, his hair was wet, and sweat was pouring out of his forehead.

I did vent a lot of my emotions, and I don't look so gloomy anymore.

Lin Shen just felt sorry for himself.

Being used as a wall of flesh to vent anger.

After all, he has always been a part of the play between He Yanlang and Lin Qinghuan.

He Yanlang had already stepped out, and turned back to ask, "How is your love team going?"

Lin Shen didn't expect that He Yanlang really took this matter to heart. He was desperate and tried all kinds of treatments.

It is estimated that the young master has been pushed too hard by Lin Qinghuan and there is no other way.

Lin Shen replied, "I'm looking, screening qualifications."

"Master, there is one more thing. Brother Shiyou seems to have been together with Meng Li recently. A paparazzi captured him coming out of Meng Li's apartment."

He Yanlang was not surprised.

Li Shiyou had already started channeling all kinds of resources into promoting Meng Li a few months ago, but no matter how much he promoted her, she just couldn't become popular and was still struggling in the second-tier line.

The greatest humiliation in his investment history was that he was fooled by Li Shiyou into investing in the big IP starring Meng Li.

"Is it strange?" He Yanlang asked casually.

Li Shiyou was so angry that he risked his life for the beauty he loved. He Yanlang knew all of this.

Lin Shen followed, "Master, you already knew that Brother Shiyou liked Meng Li. I thought he liked men."

Indeed, Li Shiyou seemed to have no interest in any woman, had never been involved in any scandal, and there had never been a woman around him, except Chen Jiajia as his work partner.

Li Shiyou's secretary and assistant are all men.

He Yanlang didn't answer, feeling bored.

On his mobile phone, Luo Chao intercepted the message that Lin Qinghuan sent to Luo Zhouran and forwarded it to He Yanlang.

He Yanlang stopped walking and squinted at the message on his phone.

Almost in an instant, Lin Shen felt the oppressive feeling from He Yanlang radiating from the inside out, and he felt creepy.

Lin Shen: ???

Lin Shen consciously distanced himself from He Yanlang and watched him walk towards his hotel suite.