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

As soon as Lin Qinghuan left, Lin Shen drove over. He roared at the exhaust of Luo Zhouran's motorcycle, "My dear little aunt, I was just slacking off for a while and sent a message but you left with that little bastard again. Doesn't this mean my life is no longer a life?"

Lin Shen sighed and quickly sent a message to He Yanlang.

【Lin Shen: Master, good evening. I am here to pay my respects to you.】

The other side responded quickly.

【He Yanlang:? 】

Lin Shen thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and sent the message.

[Lin Shen: Miss Lin has been picked up by Luo Zhouran. She should be safe. Are you relieved?]

【He Yanlang:? 】

Lin Shen already felt the pressure of this question mark.

Soon, the phone calls bombarded me.

Lin Shen had a shy face and greeted He Yanlang with a smile, "Master? Tonight..."

"Is that how you stare at people?"

"Master...I..." Before Lin Shen could finish his words, the phone was disconnected with a "beep, beep, beep" tone.

Lin Shen: You blame me?

-

Riverside.

He Yanlang stared at the data jumping on the computer screen, tapping the computer from time to time with his slender knuckles.

You still dare to run away from Luo Zhouran? Are you turning a deaf ear to his words?

After all, Lin Qinghuan still owes too much to the sun.

He took out his cell phone, skillfully entered Lin Qinghuan's phone number, and called.

I didn’t answer the first time.

I called again, still no answer.

The third call finally got through.

Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, Lin Qinghuan's voice was soft and sticky, but with a hint of sadness, "Hello, who is that?"

The wind was very strong around her, and her emotions probably had not fully recovered yet, as she was still sobbing from time to time.

"Stay away from Luo Zhouran!" He Yanlang spoke with a warning tone.

"Psycho!" Lin Qinghuan cursed, and the phone was hung up with a beep.

Hang up on him?

interesting.

He Yanlang tried to call again, but the number had been blocked.

Ah...

He rubbed his temples. He had exhausted a lot of energy tonight and looked a little tired.

Let her be, we have to make money right now!

Only by making enough money and making the company bigger and stronger, surpassing my grandfather’s Sanshun Group, can we avoid being bullied.

He Yanlang's gaze returned to the computer screen, and another remote video conference popped up.

Lin Shen had also arrived at the riverside, staring at He Yanlang in the back seat of the Bentley. No matter when, a young master who worked hard to make money looked handsome.

He Yanlang had deep eyes and brows, and when he spoke, his tone was neither slow nor long, and it sounded like he was giving instructions on how to deal with things.

Lin Shen didn't understand what He Yanlang was talking about. He was a rough man who didn't understand the financial industry, let alone how to make money. But he knew that the young master was so young, but his net worth was already several billion. He earned it with the 100 million yuan given by his family.

Lin Shen wants 100 million yuan. His purpose is very simple. He plans to deposit it in the bank and earn interest every day. The interest can make him live a full life.

How can you make the rich poor and the poor rich?

Chen Jiajia secretly sent a message to Lin Shen.

【Chen Jiajia: Isn't it 2 a.m. in Beijing now? Young Master He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and woke us up to cover our positions.】

Chen Jiajia has just been sent on a business trip abroad.

Lin Shen is He Yanlang's number one anti-fan. He really cannot agree with the way He Yanlang treats Lin Qinghuan, so he continues to blacken him.

[Lin Shen: Your behavior is too beastly. I just got dumped by a girl and I’m in a bad mood. You guys should keep your tails between your legs.]

The other side responded quickly.

【Chen Jiajia: ???】

In line with the principle of not asking too many questions, Chen Jiajia immediately added another sentence.

[Chen Jiajia: No wonder I was so irritating today. Thanks for reminding me, brother!]

Lin Shen looked up at He Yanlang again. He was still very focused. He then looked down at the watch on his wrist. It was already past 3 a.m., so he decided to take a nap.

As a world-class Sanda champion, a super macho man who can fight ten people at once, and the best bodyguard in the country, his current task is to keep an eye on a girl every day.

He Yanlang is really wasting his talent.

A lackey, what Lin Qinghuan said was right, he was a lackey.

Who cares? There's money to be made and the work is free.

Be a lackey so be it, the happiest thing is to give up.

Tomorrow is the end of the month and salaries will be paid. It will be easy to get a million.

No matter how you spend it, no matter how you spend it, you can never spend it all.

Lin Shen had just squinted his eyes, perhaps due to his natural vigilance as a result of his professional ethics, when he felt a gloomy aura surrounding him.

When she opened her eyes, she saw He Yanlang's enchanting face.

"Sleep well?" He Yanlang half-closed his eyes, and it was impossible to tell his emotion.

"Master? Are you done with your work?" Lin Shen quickly sat up straight, opened the car door, and got out of the car happily.

He Yanlang took out two more cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Lin Shen. In recent days, his smoking frequency had obviously increased.

"Young Master?" Lin Shen called.

He Yanlang glanced at him nonchalantly, and his eyes seemed to say, "If you have to fart, do it quickly."

"Do you feel that you have treated Miss Lin..." Lin Shen no longer dared to say the following words, even though he had been with He Yanlang for ten years.

Ice-cold, without a trace of warmth, and ruthless.

"Are you aware of your own identity?" He Yanlang put out his cigarette and got into Lin Shen's car.

Lin Qinghuan is He Yanlang's Achilles' heel.

He Yanlang does not allow anyone to interfere in this relationship.

He was restrained, tolerant, rational and wise in everything he did, except for matters involving the three words "Lin Qinghuan". He paid no attention to morality and ethics at all, and let his dark thoughts spread and consume him bit by bit.

Lin Shen looked at He Yanlang driving away in his old car and curled his lips.

Waiting for you to chase your wife to the crematorium.