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

Lin Shen stepped forward and pulled He Yanlang away, whispering in He Yanyu's ear, "Master, if we continue to fight, it will be difficult to explain to the Third Master."

Only then did He Yanlang move his feet away from He Yanyu's face. He was so stingy that he didn't even want to give He Yanyu a look.

Indifferent, he is indifferent to everyone.

He Yanyu moved his feet away from his face, lay on his back, wiped the blood around his eyes, and his vision became a little clearer.

"Second brother, did I do something wrong?" He Yanyu tilted his head and looked at his second brother, asking tentatively. He was confirming his guess.

It would have been fine if he didn't mention it, but once he did, He Yanlang instantly got angry.

He Yanlang grabbed He Yanyu's collar again and lifted him up. If Lin Shen hadn't stopped him, he would have punched him a few more times.

He did not answer He Yanyu's question, but threw He Yanyu to the ground and walked away with big strides.

The group of people who were shivering in the private room finally dared to come over and help He Yanyu.

He Yanyu impatiently kicked away the two boys who came to help him and cursed, "Are you f*cking blind? Didn't you see that I was shot in the head? Why don't you give me first aid?"

"Call...call now..." The crowd panicked, took out their cell phones and dialed 120 immediately.

He Yanyu held his forehead, feeling dizzy. He sat back on the sofa, legs spread wide, half lying down. A group of people around him lowered their heads like children who had done something wrong, not daring to look at him.

It hurts. It really fucking hurts.

He looked around with a sinister look, like a rogue, and pointed at a boy next to him casually, "You, come here."

The boy looked up and confirmed that he was being pointed at. He trembled all over and walked over in fear.

"Come on, lower your head."

With a "bang", He Yanyu hit the boy on the head with a wine bottle.

In an instant, the wine splashed everywhere, residue flew everywhere, and blood slid down the boy's forehead.

The people around covered their mouths in surprise, trying to stifle their screams. The person in front of them was a second-generation rich kid, and they were afraid that they would be the next one to be called out.

"come here!"

The next lucky person has been born.

The man walked over tremblingly.

“Lower!”

"Bang" a wine bottle broke.

He Yanyu exploded, and the only sound in the entire room was his roar, "I told you to lower your voice!"

"Bang" another wine bottle broke.

The boy was hit twice and blood flowed down his forehead. His face was instantly covered in blood. Ouyang's appearance could not be seen clearly and he fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

He Yanyu was very satisfied and felt much happier. Finally, he was not the only one who was shot in the head.

He looked around bloodthirstily again, smiling viciously. Everyone was afraid of him. Some were already trembling, and some had even wet their pants out of fear.

He pointed at the women in the private room in a vicious manner.

"Do you guys want to drink or get shot in the head?"

"Drink, drink." The women ran over frantically, leaned over the table, picked up the wine bottles and started drinking.

Very embarrassed.

The women drank the 40-50 proof whiskey without adding ice, and their faces turned red from choking.

"Cough cough..."

It was too spicy, so one girl stopped drinking. He Yanyu then pulled the girl's hair, tilted her head back, and forcefully poured the liquid in, "You can't stop until I tell you to stop!"

With a "bang", He Yanyu threw the bottle onto the table, glass shards flew everywhere, and he began to laugh wildly again, like a madman.

"Hahaha..."

Now, he dominates everything again.

*

After Lin Qinghuan treated Wen Yijing to dinner, her hearing had almost recovered and she could communicate with others normally.

The counselor called and asked Lin Qinghuan to go to the Student Affairs Office to see Teacher Chen to deal with the fight that happened in the afternoon.

Wen Yijing was originally going to go with him, but was called away by the counselor for questioning, so Lin Qinghuan went alone.

The Student Affairs Office is located in the General Building, and most of the teachers have already gone home after get off work.

Lin Qinghuan didn’t know Teacher Chen, and normal people couldn’t get in touch with teachers in the Student Affairs Office. She was just looking for someone according to the house number given by the counselor, 1401.

All the doors on the 14th floor were closed, only the lights in the corridor remained on.

Room 1401 is at the end of the corridor, but it is open and the lights are on. It is the only room with its door open.

Out of politeness, Lin Qinghuan knocked on the door, "Teacher Chen?"

The only sounds echoing in the empty corridor were her voice and the sound of knocking on the door.

"Teacher Chen?"

nobody.

Suddenly, someone wrapped Lin Qinghuan up from behind, took her into the office, and locked the door.

Before she could exclaim, He Yanlang kissed her.

Lin Qinghuan had to use a lot of effort to get him to move away.

Her chest heaved violently as she stared at the person who came.

He Yanlang's bony hands fell on her swollen face, rubbing it carefully and repeatedly. His voice was very gentle, as if it had a magical power that could easily suck people in. "Does it hurt?"

he asked.

How could it not hurt? My whole face was swollen, and there were several bruises and blood on my fair cheeks.

Lin Qinghuan frowned slightly, with an impatient look on her face, "Are you here to seek justice for your brother?"

She thought he was causing trouble for her because of that loser He Yanyu.

He Yanlang sighed, "I'm seeking justice for you."

"A weasel wishing a happy new year to a chicken?" Lin Qinghuan retorted sarcastically. The two of them were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

"It's swollen like this? It's so ugly." Although He Yanlang complained verbally, his actions were like a pervert. He carefully held Lin Qinghuan's swollen face and said, "I asked someone to bring some imported medicine. It's very effective in reducing swelling and relieving pain. I'll apply it on you."

He pulled Lin Qinghuan and wanted to pull her to sit on the sofa.

Lin Qinghuan shook off his hand. She still leaned against the wall, motionless, staring at him in disbelief with cold eyes. She was completely different from the way she was when she was under him that morning.

Lin Qinghuan asked, "What do you want?"

He picked up the ointment on the table, opened it, and replied softly, "Apply the ointment!"

He really just wanted to apply medicine to Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan still seemed unconvinced.

He Yanlang squeezed out some ointment on his fingertips and was about to apply it to Lin Qinghuan's face, but Lin Qinghuan opened it with disgust.

"Do you two think it's fun to tease me? One of you plays the bad guy, insulting and scolding me in public, and slapping me a few times; the other one plays the good guy, pretending to be kind and righteous here, and wants to apply ointment on me."

His eyes were full of reluctance, yet helplessness.

She knew that as an ordinary person, she had no right to fight against the young masters of wealthy families.

It is as easy for people to control her as it is to control an ant.

Xie Jingxing was such an awesome person, the general manager of Tianyu Group, but he was sent to jail in a matter of minutes.

The same thing happened to Luo Zhouran. He Yanlang only made a phone call, and within a few dozen minutes, he was taken away on suspicion of insult.

"Young masters, can I avoid you when I see you next time?" She couldn't afford to offend them, so she could just hide from them.

"Are you done?" He Yanlang was in a rare good temper. After listening to Lin Qinghuan's words, he patiently coaxed her, "Apply the ointment. I'll listen to you no matter how you want to deal with him."

What exactly is he up to?

Lin Qinghuan did not resist anymore and let He Yanlang pull her, then pressed her down on the sofa and squeezed out the ointment to apply on her face.

Resistance is useless, Lin Qinghuan understands this better than anyone else, so she is too lazy to resist.

He Yanlang's movements were very gentle.

The ointment has a light and refreshing fragrance, and it feels cool when applied on the face. The pain is really relieved immediately, and the pain is relieved a lot almost instantly after applying it.

There is no more burning pain.

After applying the medicine, He Yanlang pulled Lin Qinghuan over again and hugged her into his arms almost naturally, like a treasure. He said, "Huanhuan, I'm sorry for putting you through this."

There were so many things that wronged her, but Lin Qinghuan wouldn't listen. He just let her hug him if he wanted to.

She didn't resist him, nor did she disobey him, but just disgusted him with her cold and fearless look.

"You tricked me into coming here in the name of a teacher just to apply medicine? Now that the medicine has been applied, if there is nothing wrong, can you let me go?"

He Yanlang's body stiffened.

He didn't even dare to look at Lin Qinghuan's expression.

I was afraid of the disgusted look on her face, which I could hardly even hide.

She was like that, no matter what he did she wouldn't love him, she would just feel annoyed.

"I've already given He Yanyu a beating and avenged you."

"Oh? Really?" Lin Qinghuan was pretending to be sympathetic, with a face full of suspicion.

"You don't believe it." He asked, and the suspicious expression on Lin Qinghuan's face was too obvious.

"Since ancient times, has anyone helped outsiders to punish their own brother?" She didn't believe that He Yanlang would punish his own brother just to please her.

The reason why He Yanlang is still willing to patiently coax her is simply that he hasn't had enough fun and hasn't gotten tired of sleeping with her.

"Then what else do you want from me?"

"Send him to jail for a few days, and pay for my medical expenses."

"Sure!" He Yanlang answered quickly.

He Yanlang took out his cell phone and saw dozens of missed calls on the screen, all from his third uncle and aunt. He Yanlang ignored them and blocked them all.

He quickly typed on the keyboard and sent a text message to Lin Shen.

[He Yanlang: Put that rubbish in there for a few days.]

After the work was done, he went to see Lin Qinghuan again, "As for how much compensation you want."

Lin Qinghuan still didn't believe that he would put He Yanyu in jail, "Medical expenses plus mental damages are 3000."

"Open the payment code and I'll transfer it to you."

Lin Qinghuan opened the payment code, He Yanlang scanned it, and the amount transferred in the end was 5 yuan.

"There's no need to give so much!" Lin Qinghuan said, but when she thought about it carefully, He Yanlang had taken advantage of her so many times, why should she bother paying him?

She should be pursuing the same thing, money and people. Why would she pursue that illusory love?

People who pursue love are just like fucking idiots. Whoever is tempted will lose the most.

"Turn back?" He Yanlang teased.

"No!" She stood up, "If nothing else, can you let me go?"

"Work with me!"