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

"What's wrong? Did your ex-boyfriend find out anything?" He Yanlang put his hands on the car window and looked at the expression on Lin Qinghuan's face. She was heartbroken for another man.

Lin Qinghuan ignored him, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on one by one, then opened the car door, walked into the night without looking back, and said, "We are even now!"

Lin Qinghuan's walking posture was a little strange, probably because he was feeling a little uncomfortable.

At the beginning, He Yanlang was indeed very strong, with a jealous sense of punishment and the explosive power accumulated from not touching Lin Qinghuan for a long time.

Seeing Lin Qinghuan leaving, He Yanlang looked around and took a deep puff of his cigarette. He had already cleared a group of people, but there were still eyes staring at him. It was really like a ghost was lingering around.

He sent a message to Lin Shen, asking him to keep an eye on Lin Qinghuan.

He turned and walked into the woods, and at a small hillock, he pointed his hidden camera equipment at his Bentley.

"Who sent you here?" He Yanlang lit another cigarette.

The yellow-haired man turned around and shivered, wondering how the person had disappeared all of a sudden. In the blink of an eye, he had already run behind him, and he hadn't noticed yet, "Young... Young Master..."

He Yanlang punched him and repeated, "Who sent you?"

"You...your grandpa."

He Yanlang is a man of few words but a ruthless person. The old man said that if he is caught, he should just admit it openly.

But being punched by the young master is what I've always dreamed of. I can easily get tens of thousands of dollars in compensation.

Although Huangmao felt very painful, he thought it was a good deal. He worked hard for several months, but it was better to get more compensation by punching someone.

He Yanlang was silent, then he put out his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt under his feet, and stepped into the mud, "Get out!"

The man rolled and crawled, staggering out of He Yanlang's sight.

He took out the memory card from his filming equipment, turned and walked towards the Bentley, then took out the laptop he carried with him from the trunk and inserted the memory card.

What the hell did these idiots film?

In the video, the car is shaking violently most of the time, which makes people imagine endlessly.

The privacy of the anti-peeping car windows is super good, and you can't see what's going on inside at all.

The video was only a few seconds long, and half of Lin Qinghuan's face was captured after it appeared through the car window.

The video was super high definition, so high definition that the blush on Lin Qinghuan's face could be seen clearly even at night.

He Yanlang pulled out the memory card and prepared to destroy it, but after thinking it over carefully, he decided to give up and put the memory card away.

He glanced at the time on the computer. It was already past 2 a.m. He looked in the direction where Lin Qinghuan left and thought for a while.

The old man definitely has more than just this one stupid spy, and it will be enough if Lin Shen keeps an eye on Lin Qinghuan.

This playboy act cannot stop yet.

He turned around, put on his headphones, sat in the back seat and started working.

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He Yanlang did not catch up. Even though it was already two o'clock in the morning, he did not consider Lin Qinghuan's safety.

He really practices what he preaches, saying that after sleeping together, all is clear.

What worries Lin Qinghuan right now is Luo Zhouran's affairs.

How to do?

Do you want to call Luo Zhouran back?

While she was thinking, her cell phone vibrated again. It was past two in the morning and he was still not asleep.

Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, sat down on a bench on the street, and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

There was a brief silence on the other end. I didn't expect anyone to answer the phone.

Luo Zhouran's voice was hoarse and his tone was urgent, "You didn't go back to the dormitory tonight. Who did you go with and where?"

Lin Qinghuan tightly gripped the phone, biting her lips and unable to speak for a long time.

She felt sorry for Luo Zhouran, both conscientiously and morally.

She couldn't speak, she just covered her mouth and cried.

Luo Zhouran didn't force her, but just listened to her crying. Her silence allowed him to guess something.

Who you went out with and what you did.

"Are you outside? I'll pick you up!" Luo Zhouran asked softly at last.

He wanted to pretend to be ignorant and pretend that nothing had happened.

"Send me the location and I'll pick you up!" He was obviously the biggest victim, but he was still trying to be nice to Lin Qinghuan. His emotions were suppressed, even though veins on his hands were throbbing.

Lin Qinghuan was already crying loudly, with tears and snot mixed together. She stammered, "Luo... Zhouran... take revenge on me... I... accept any... outcome."

You can say she is cheap or you can say she is a promiscuous person.

silence.

Only Lin Qinghuan's intermittent sobbing could be heard for a long time.

There was a soft laugh from the other side, and Luo Zhouran consoled her in return, "Lin Qinghuan, I've figured it out. You said you didn't love me, but I was the one who was clinging to you. It's your freedom to make any decision you want."

He just didn't want Lin Qinghuan to feel any burden.

She was crying so sadly, probably because she was dumped again after having sex.

I told her that the young master from a top wealthy family was just playing around, but she insisted on getting in bed with him.

He should laugh at Lin Qinghuan and say that she deserved it, that she had brought this upon herself, and that she was a worthless person. He could even push her to the ground and trample on her, and spread her affairs everywhere, so that she would be ruined.

It would be easy for him to take revenge on Lin Qinghuan.

But, he didn't want to.

I just feel my heart aching, as if it has been broken into millions of pieces and cannot be mended no matter how hard I try.

He was only 19 years old, and his first relationship was an experience that could go down in history as a bootlicker.

Maybe the first half of my life was too smooth and too successful.

Therefore, God sent Lin Qinghuan to him to have such an ill-fated relationship.

"Yes, yes... I'm sorry... It's... I'm a jerk..." As if thinking of something, Lin Qinghuan asked cautiously, "We... we... have broken up..."

Lin Qinghuan felt that she was really despicable.

In order to make her reputation sound better and to comfort herself, only if she broke up with Luo Zhouran, would it not be so unbearable to talk about the fact that she had just slept with He Yanlang.

She forced Luo Zhouran, even though she knew in her heart that there was no way Luo Zhouran would agree to break up just because of that news.

If he really agreed to break up, he wouldn't have gone to the girls' dormitory to find her, and he wouldn't have called her name in the crowd regardless of everyone's strange looks.

The dark side of human nature is fully displayed at this moment.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then he continued along with Lin Qinghuan's words, "Yes, we broke up."

Two lines of tears slowly fell from Luo Zhouran's eyes.

If they didn't break up, it would mean that Lin Qinghuan was sleeping with another man behind his back.

Stealing people? It is indeed a very ugly word.

She is cheap, and at the same time he has no dignity and is cuckolded.

Admitting the breakup is undoubtedly the last bit of dignity given to each other.

Luo Zhouran continued, "I'll pick you up and send you the location."

Silence over there.

In fact, both parties should be very embarrassed and should not meet. At least now they should be extremely jealous of each other when they meet.

"Is your location safe? If it's safe, forget it."

silence.

There was another long silence.

Lin Qinghuan struggled with the decision in her heart, and finally gave in, "You...you come to pick me up...I'll send you the location."

"Okay!" he responded.

Lin Qinghuan opened WeChat, removed Luo Zhouran from the blacklist, clicked on the location and sent it.

Luo Zhouran looked at the location and replied quickly.

【Luo Zhouran: Find a convenient store with people sitting there. I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.】

【Lin Qinghuan: Yes.】

Perhaps he thought of something, Lin Qinghuan took out his cell phone again and transferred 10 yuan to Luo Zhouran.

【Luo Zhouran: ???】

Lin Qinghuan herself knew that mental damages were necessary. What she had done was too absurd, and she really didn't know how to compensate Luo Zhouran except for money.

It was a thirty-minute journey, but Luo Zhouran arrived in just over ten minutes.

Lin Qinghuan sat alone on a bench, feeling the cold wind, the tear marks on her face not yet completely dried.

"Lin Qinghuan?" Luo Zhouran called.

She looked up.

What caught Luo Zhouran's eyes were the dense marks on her fair neck, her hair was a little messy, and her beautiful deer-like eyes were broken. She seemed to still have the faint scent of a man's confusion.

It was hard to describe the feeling. Luo Zhouran was so heartbroken that he seemed unable to breathe.

He took off his coat, put it on Lin Qinghuan, and zipped it up for her.

Lin Qinghuan finally reacted.

There should be many ambiguous marks on her neck.

Luo Zhouran said nothing and asked nothing, but just helped Lin Qinghuan put on the helmet.

"Go to my house?" He was referring to the apartment that Lin Qinghuan went to last time, which was given to him as a coming-of-age gift by Luo Zhouran's parents.

Lin Qinghuan responded, "Yeah!"