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

"Don't tell mom and dad." Lin Qinghuan muttered softly, rejecting He Yanlang's request.

She doesn't feel secure, or she doesn't want to let her parents know if she thinks the relationship will not last.

Lin Qinghuan said, "No, Mom, I was shopping alone."

After she finished speaking, she observed He Yanlang's expression.

He Yanlang's eyes were as deep as the abyss, staring at Lin Qinghuan.

He is angry. He is really a petty man.

He Yanlang is always like this. If he can't achieve his goal, or if Lin Qinghuan doesn't do what he wants, he will find ways to make trouble for her in love affairs.

He can be gentle or domineering.

Lin Qinghuan knew that He Yanlang was going to mess around again, "Mom, I'm hanging up first, you guys eat first, don't wait for me."

Lin Qinghuan quickly hung up the phone.

Her eyes were forced to meet He Yanlang's.

He Yanlang's half-closed eyes were aggressive, exuding the kind of coldness that only exists between close people.

He still holds the dominant position in their relationship, but he is an absolute inferior in terms of emotions.

He Yanlang could only try to find some sense of presence in this matter and turn the tables.

When I get out of bed, I might have to look at Lin Qinghuan's expression from time to time.

"You don't want to tell me, right?" He put his arm around Lin Qinghuan's waist and picked her up.

Then, Lin Qinghuan looked horrified and surprised.

Be angry.

...

All kinds of obscene words accompanied by men's actions.

Lin Qinghuan agreed to whatever He Yanlang said.

He Yanlang said, "Call me husband..."

Lin Qinghuan still has the nerve to be stubborn.

After a few times, she couldn't stand it anymore and surrendered, she could only call out softly, "Husband."

He Yanlang loved to hear Lin Qinghuan's voice. It made his whole body numb, but he felt that he couldn't hear enough. "Call me again."

Lin Qinghuan immediately called out, "Husband."

"husband…"

He held the back of her head and said lovingly, "Be good."

Followed by.

He Yanlang asked the second question, "How about taking me to meet my parents?"

Lin Qinghuan replied, "Yes."

"when."

"In a moment."

The third question will be raised again.

He Yanlang asked, "Do you want to get the marriage certificate with me?"

Lin Qinghuan still answered quickly, "Yes."

He Yanlang dared to guarantee that Lin Qinghuan had no idea what he was asking. Her brain was just mechanically processing the information and picking out words that could answer.

"When?"

"Afternoon."

Her trembling voice was like an electric current, and her face, which was filled with emotion, made He Yanlang feel extremely distressed.

I want it to be like this forever.

He Yanlang is willing to give up everything.

...

fainted.

Can't help it.

He Yanlang frowned.

Lin Qinghuan had drifted into sleep with his eyes closed.

With a wicked smile, he moved closer to Lin Qinghuan's earlobe and bit her earlobe with a little force.

Lin Qinghuan groaned in pain and opened his eyes dazedly, but only for a few seconds. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

She was really tired and sleepy, and her whole body was weak, a very comfortable kind of weakness. She only needed to sleep to be fully recovered and more energetic.

"It's so comfortable, will you serve me like this next time?"

He was in absolute control, and Lin Qinghuan still felt a little uncomfortable letting go.

He Yanlang didn't expect that Lin Qinghuan responded with a dazed "Yeah".

He became interested again, "Baby, are you pretending to sleep? How about continuing?"

This time there was silence.

After a few seconds, there was still silence.

He Yanlang leaned over and pinched Lin Qinghuan's cheek, but there was no reaction and her eyelashes didn't even tremble. It was not fake.

He Yanlang stood up and looked at the messy room and Lin Qinghuan.

"Baby, can I give you a bath before you go to bed?"

He pretended to rescue the person.

As he spoke, Lin Qinghuan's phone screen lit up again.

Note: "Mom".

An hour and a half had passed since the last call.

He Yanlang was stunned for a moment, picked up his cell phone, put a cigarette in his mouth, and walked towards the balcony with his upper body naked.

"Baby?" Lin's mother asked, but before she could finish her words, a gentle but somewhat ruffian voice came from the other side.

"Auntie."

The person on the other end was silent for a few seconds. There was shock in his tone but he concealed it. He sounded unusually calm and only asked, "Where's Huanhuan?"

It didn't seem surprising that a strange man answered her daughter's phone.

"sleeping."

There was silence on the other side again.

Knowing what sleeping means, especially sleeping in broad daylight, means a lot.

Lin's mother was puzzled that the young man opposite her had so blatantly told her that he had slept with her daughter.

A very rude and disrespectful young man.

Mother Lin's mind unconsciously emerged again the image of the extremely handsome and noble young man sitting in the luxury car downstairs in the community.

My first reaction was that her daughter was not worthy of him. The class difference was very realistic and cruel.

Second, if her daughter really entered such a family, she would definitely be wronged.

To be more precise, Lin Qinghuan had already suffered a loss and emotional injury at the hands of this young man, and was forced to flee back home.

He Yanlang took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "I will be responsible."

He Yanlang's words only confirmed the fact that he slept with Lin Qinghuan, and it even seemed like he was using this to threaten someone's parents.

Of course, he himself didn't have this idea, he just wanted to sell himself.

"Huanhuan has woken up, tell her to go home quickly." With these simple words, Lin's mother hung up the phone without saying anything else to He Yanlang.

Too many words will be lost.

The cigarette was extinguished, and He Yanlang stood for a while before returning to the room. He picked up his mobile phone on the bedside table and called Lin Shen.

"Young Master?" Lin Shen's tone was cautious.

During the last call, Lin Qinghuan was still crying on the phone.

Lin Shen knew that the two of them probably had another fierce quarrel, and then He Yanlang, worse than a beast, bullied Xiao Huanhuan again, but he didn't expect that the other person spoke in a normal tone, not angry, and with a sense of oppression.

"Find the most expensive villa nearby and buy it. Also prepare a new Porsche and 21 500g gold bars..."

Giving cars, houses and gold as gifts seems to be a etiquette law.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Lin Shen felt uneasy at the sudden big move.

"A gift for Lin Qinghuan's parents."

Lin Shen: A meeting gift? ! !

You’re about to meet your parents, and wasn’t there a fierce conflict just now?

Lin Shen was a little confused.

"As for the rest, check what her parents like and buy them as gifts."

Before Lin Shen could say anything, the call was hung up again.

The two of them reconciled?

He Yanlang was in a good mood after reconciliation. Once he was in a good mood, he liked to give bonuses to people at any time. It was not a problem for him to earn hundreds of millions more a year.

Xiao Huanhuan doesn't have to be tortured by him.

But Lin Shen was still a little worried.

Lin Qinghuan cannot appear in public, at least she should be protected as a beauty hidden in a golden house.

If He Yanlang makes too much of this commotion, those people behind him might notice something and direct their attacks against Lin Qinghuan.

A car and a house plus gold bars only cost a few thousand yuan, which is not much for a top wealthy family like He Yanlang, just a drop in the bucket.

But he was also very ostentatious. He had never been so generous to anyone before, so it was hard not to arouse suspicion.

The young master shouldn't be the kind of person who would make such a low-level mistake, Lin Shen was puzzled.

...

He Yanlang put down his phone and pulled Lin Qinghuan up from the bed.

"Baby, you're so sticky."

He has the same feeling, but it's not disdain, but pampering, the kind of interest between lovers.

Lin Qinghuan still had her eyes closed and had no intention of opening them. She was very sleepy.

Let He Yanlang do whatever he wants and give her a bath and clean her up.

It was no longer possible to sleep in the bed, so He Yanlang put Lin Qinghuan on the sofa. The room was air-conditioned and the temperature was just right. Lin Qinghuan was only covered with a thin pure white quilt.

She was so white, as white as snow, and her skin was so delicate that the ambiguous bruises all over her body were particularly clear.

Ok?

I couldn't help myself when I took a look at He Yanlang.

He was in a daze and was tormented by He Yanlang again.

It has been too long since I last touched Lin Qinghuan, and I can hardly control myself.

The bath was in vain.