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

He Yanlang just wanted Lin Qinghuan to know that he loved her, forever and ever.

Since Lin Qinghuan wanted to see his parents, he asked them to come and only asked her not to run away again.

"Is that so?" Lin Qinghuan murmured to herself. She didn't like to be sentimental, but she knew that He Yanlang's parents had ended their trip just to see her.

But she had to see it.

In order to make He Yanlang give up completely.

She was silent for a few seconds, then slowly asked, "When will you be back?"

Why did the topic return to when He Yanlang will come back?

After asking this question, Lin Qinghuan regretted it.

He Yanlang said that he would be back as soon as possible.

She asked about this topic again and again, as if she was eager for him to come back soon.

In fact, when He Yanlang heard this, his heart was so happy that he was bursting with joy. The six or seven centimeter wound on his hand didn't hurt at all.

Lin Qinghuan missed him.

He must have been thinking like crazy.

That's why I kept asking him when he would be back.

The feeling of being missed by the person you love is both sweet and bitter.

The sweet thing is that she happens to love him, like him and miss him. The bitter thing is the longing and the inability to touch her and hold her in her arms.

"How about I go back to Fengcheng to pick you up now and go to Longcheng with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Shen, who was dealing with the assassination incident at the side, raised his head with a look of shock.

The young master has been blinded by love again.

The doctor threw the gauze he gave him to stop bleeding into the trash can, but he didn't care; he wanted to talk about love without even knowing the background of the thug who almost took his life?

And where is Longcheng?

The old man's eyelids.

Doesn't the young master know how much the old man wants to control him? Does he mind his relationship with Xiao Huanhuan? He dares to bring Xiao Huanhuan around under the old man's nose. Does he think he is not exposed enough and not dangerous enough?

"Young Master, are you possessed by a ghost?" Lin Shen muttered in dissatisfaction, not daring to look at He Yanlang.

He Yanlang heard this, but the corners of his mouth curled up. Even if he wanted to take Lin Qinghuan to Longcheng, Lin Qinghuan might not go. As expected, she refused on the phone.

"You're busy with your own things. It will be inconvenient to bring me along. Besides, I have to hand in my drawings. Everyone has their own things to do. I'm also very busy."

I am not a fangirl who only clings to you, or a fool who has no self and revolves around you every day.

He Yanlang is very good, he is the ceiling.

Because it is not shameful for him to lose himself, he is like a seductive concubine who brings disaster to the country and the people, with such charm that people can fall into it.

He Yanlang raised the corners of his mouth and never lowered them. His playful tone was full of affection, "Baby, you are wrong. I am the one who wants to pester you all day and all night."

He had always been the one pestering Lin Qinghuan.

He Yanlang even knew that after he said this, Lin Qinghuan's ears would turn red, her heartbeat would speed up, and she might even shed tears.

Lin Qinghuan was easy to deceive, but he had never deceived her.

It's even easy to pursue him, given his looks and family background.

But she can also be ruthless.

He Yanlang saw this and didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

As if afraid that Lin Qinghuan didn't hear clearly, He Yanlang repeated once more, "It's me. It's always me who can't bear to leave you for even a second."

I don't want to work, I don't want to attend meetings, I don't want to fly around the world, I don't want to be controlled by He Yanhe, I don't want to intrigue, I don't want to scheme...

But he didn't fight.

It can be dangerous, and possibly even fatal.

I will not be able to protect Lin Qinghuan and will lose her completely.

Therefore, he has to fight, work hard, and grab by any means necessary.

There were slight sobbing sounds coming from the phone, and He Yanlang knew that Lin Qinghuan was crying.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't listen to He Yanlang say these words anymore. She would really feel soft-hearted, reluctant to leave, and moved.

If He Yanlang really loves her too much.

She would feel compassion and think that she shouldn't have deceived and coaxed him like this.

He was planning for the future, she was thinking about escaping.

Wouldn't that be too cruel?

However, should He Yanlang be forgiven for the past hurts he caused in the name of love?

Even though there were many misunderstandings between the two of them, the hurt they had caused did indeed scare Lin Qinghuan.

Can't think any more.

She couldn't forgive He Yanlang on behalf of the former Lin Qinghuan.

"Alang, I'm hanging up." Perhaps because she was afraid of not being able to hold back her tears, Lin Qinghuan said something hurriedly and hung up.

In this life, there are not many people who deserve to hang up He Yanlang, and Lin Qinghuan is one of them.

After hanging up the phone, He Yanlang's gentle expression relaxed. He turned around and changed into a sharp look, staring at the man who had been knocked to the ground with disdainful tone.

"What era is it? It's still popular to use daggers for assassination. Are you stupid?"

He kicked the dagger on the ground and kicked it in front of the man.

Think carefully about the people you have offended.

Too many to remember.

And it's not worth remembering.

But he dared to fight to the death and throw away all the pieces, and the Wang family was the only one that he would destroy.

"Master, should we let Party J investigate?" Lin Shen asked.

"Do you want to make a big deal out of this?" He Yanlang said coldly, returning to his usual distance.

His sense of distance is the same towards everyone, sometimes even including his parents.

"I understand." Lin Shen said.

...

The Queen that He Yanyu was on had already arrived on the high seas.

In the middle of the dance floor, several good-looking male models were dancing passionately, with only their private parts covered.

He Yanyu impatiently kicked the bodyguard beside him and yelled, "Where the hell did you find this bastard? How the hell does he look like my second brother? Get out, all of you get out."

He kicked over the table, and hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of wine disappeared in an instant. As if he was still not satisfied, he picked up the bottle and smashed it towards the dance floor. The male models panicked and ran out.

"Young Master, in this world, apart from you who are somewhat similar to the Second Young Master, there is really no one like the Second Young Master outside." The bodyguard knelt on the ground, crying and sobbing.

He knew about He Yanyu's extraordinary abnormal psychology and various perverted methods of torturing people, but he also knew that, in the final analysis, He Yanyu was just the psychology of an uncivilized child who had not grown up yet, and was born a bad person.

He knew what He Yanyu liked to hear.

In this world, apart from him and He Yanlang, who are somewhat similar, no one else is similar to He Yanlang.

At least, he is unique in this respect?

As expected, He Yanyu was comforted instantly.

Another bodyguard came in from outside and leaned over to whisper in He Yanyu's ear.

"Master, did the Wang family send someone to assassinate the second young master?"

He Yanyu's pupils dilated.

The bodyguard immediately said quickly, "The second young master is fine, he blocked it with his hand."

With a slap, He Yanyu knocked the bodyguard to the ground.

You call it okay to block it with your hands?

The bodyguard immediately got up, his eyes red, "There's a five or six centimeter cut on my palm, but luckily the Second Young Master is very skilled, so the wound is very shallow."

He Yanyu stood up and walked towards the inner room.

"Call Wang Yiming in."