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

"He Yanlang has a new girlfriend again?" Jian Yan posted a picture in the group, which was taken in the morning.

Lin Qinghuan really admires Jian Yan's speed in getting news. After graduation, the most suitable job for her must be paparazzi.

"The young internet celebrity Jiang Wanying was kicked out?" Wen Yijing asked.

Jian Yan continued, "Yes, it seems that because Jiang Wanying farted too loudly in front of He Yanlang, and He Yanlang has a serious mysophobia, she was kicked."

"Hahahaha... bullshit... shit..." Wen Yijing quickly covered Yan Xia's mouth, she couldn't hold it back, she really couldn't. Her laughter was so loud that the whole class could hear it.

The writing teacher's miniature eyes were already killing her, and Yan Xia was so scared that she immediately lowered her head.

Yan Xia touched her chest and said, "Fuck, I'm scared to death."

"Shh!" Wen Yijing made a "hush" gesture, indicating that her teacher's stabbing look was still there.

The writing class is very difficult to endure because the teacher is strict and does not allow students to play with their cell phones. They are also unwilling to listen to the class and can only whisper and gossip from time to time.

"I'm very curious, doesn't Jiang Wanying pay attention to her image management? She dares to fart in front of He Yanlang, she is too tough, can't she just bear it?" Yan Xia muttered.

Wen Yijing replied, "It shouldn't have been placed in front of He Yanlang."

They all looked at Jian Yan, hoping that she could give an answer.

"Don't look at me. I'm nobody. How can I know where and under what circumstances it was released?" Jian Yan replied.

A fart gossip took up most of the class. Lin Qinghuan was really impressed, but no one knew more about that fart than Lin Qinghuan.

"Is it possible that Jiang Wanying farted in the toilet and He Yanlang happened to pass by."

Everyone looked at Lin Qinghuan and nodded, "Oh, you are that fart of Jiang Wanying."

yue~.

When she thought of that fart, Lin Qinghuan felt a little nauseous. They treated her as that fart. She really shouldn't have spoken.

The writing class finally ended, and everyone cried and shouted, feeling lucky that they had finally made it through.

There are no classes on the third and fourth periods, so Yan Xia is going back to the dormitory to sleep, Wen Yijing is going to go outside the school to get her teeth fixed, and Lin Qinghuan is going to the studio rented by Teacher Wei at the school to paint.

She has delayed submitting the manuscript to Teacher Wei for many days, and Teacher Wei has started to urge her to submit.

[Teacher Wei: Qinghuan, ask your counselor for the key. I’m on a business trip now.]

【Lin Qinghuan: OK, Teacher Wei. 】

She asked the counselor for the key and went to the art studio, which was located on the fourth floor of the Student Activity Center. There were only a few scattered people in the entire activity center.

During this period, Luo Zhouran sent her a message.

【Luo Zhouran: I have class in the third period. I will come to see you after class.】

【Lin Qinghuan: Well, I went to the studio. 】

【Luo Zhouran: Where? I'll come after class. 】

【Lin Qinghuan: The fourth floor of the activity center. 】

【Luo Zhouran: Okay, see you later.】

The door of the studio was not locked. Lin Qinghuan thought someone was there, so she looked up and knocked on the door.

"anyone there?"

No one answered, and the knock on the door echoed in the empty activity center. If it was at night, it would have been a bit scary.

"Anyone there? I'm coming in."

There should be no one there, so Lin Qinghuan pushed the door and walked in.

I was still amazed by the decoration style of the studio. The walls were covered with imitations of celebrities' paintings, various green plants and flowers were placed in the corners, and various cultural and creative products were neatly placed in the display cabinets.

The white chandelier emits a soft light, and a long wooden table is placed in the middle.

Summer is coming, and they are designing a round fan. Lin Yiyi and Luo Zhouran have combined and refined the selling points of the round fan based on the market, and have made it concrete. Lin Qinghuan only needs to draw the pattern of the round fan based on the elements they provided.

The studio is quiet and perfect for working.

Lin Qinghuan was very serious, so serious that she didn't even notice when He Yanlang came.

"We meet again?" He hugged Lin Qinghuan from behind, pressed her hands with both hands, and rubbed his fingertips repeatedly on Lin Qinghuan's hand holding the brush.

The earlobe was bitten.

Lin Qinghuan felt numb all over her body, an indescribable feeling but very wonderful.

She struggled and stood up, supporting herself on the table with both hands, leaning back slightly, staring at the person who came, "Why are you here?"

He Yanlang came very close, and the two were very close. "Why can't I be here?"

Teacher Wei said that he is the investor of this project.

Once is a coincidence, twice is a coincidence, but if he appears three or five times, then he is harassing me for a purpose. "Are you following me?"

"Yes!" He Yanlang admitted frankly. His eyes fell on Lin Qinghuan's unfinished Chinese painting. The lotus she painted was very skilled and had many techniques, but it lacked agility and naturalness.

He guessed that she must not have seen Zaohe.

Of course, his purpose was not to teach Lin Qinghuan how to draw. In the limited time, he preferred to play with Lin Qinghuan and discuss some mysteries of the human body with her.

"Why don't you break up with that guy?" He said this with a smile, but Lin Qinghuan felt oppressed. He moved closer, like a born rogue, "Or do you prefer to do it with me behind your boyfriend's back?"

Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang away, what a tiger and wolf.

"Did I tell you that if you do this again, I will call the police?" Lin Qinghuan took out his cell phone and said.

"You can report it, I don't care!" He shrugged and sat down on the sofa beside him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking.

"You're crazy! This is a studio."

He smiled, stood up, and blew a smoke ring towards Lin Qinghuan, "This whole area is mine!"

Lin Qinghuan was speechless.

He snatched Lin Qinghuan's phone again, "Do you want me to call the police for you?"

Lin Qinghuan said nothing.

He Yanlang threw her cell phone on the table, and the next second, he grabbed the back of Lin Qinghuan's head and kissed her.

He let go in just a few tens of seconds, his lips filled with the sweet smell of blood. Lin Qinghuan bit his lip, looking like he was ready to fight to the death.

"What is this?" She did not cry, but questioned the man, "You keep getting together with all kinds of women, and at the same time you are harassing me here, are you sick?"

"Those are too easy. You are more challenging. You know people are mean. The less they can get, the more likely they are to get excited." He Yanlang seemed to remember something and added, "Especially since you have a boyfriend, it's even more exciting."

He lifted her chin and said, "Lin Qinghuan, stop being so serious. Are you sure you don't want to be with me?"

She was silent, she thought.

"You looked for Luo Zhouran just to provoke me, didn't you? You blame me, and after sleeping with you, you turned around and forgot about you and disappeared, so you deliberately found a little bastard to provoke me."

Ah...

Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang's hand away, "He Yanlang, you really let me see, people are really different. You want to sleep with me? I won't let you." Lin Qinghuan raised his eyebrows provocatively, "Not only will I not sleep with you, I will sleep with my boyfriend tonight."

She pushed He Yanlang away, turned and walked towards the door. At the moment when she was about to turn the handle, He Yanlang pressed her against the door panel.

"Say it again, Lin Qinghuan." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he wanted to eat Lin Qinghuan alive.

Lin Qinghuan was very happy to be stimulated. She repeated desperately, "I said I will sleep with Luo Zhouran tonight!"

Why should he humiliate her? If he pushes her into a corner, she will humiliate herself.