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

"I refuse!" Lin Qinghuan frowned and said calmly, "Your time is time, and my time is also time."

Lin Qinghuan felt dangerous every minute and every second with He Yanlang.

She didn't want to spend time alone with He Yanlang, and was even terrified, worried that he would pounce on her at any time like a mad dog in heat.

So many people flocked to him that even being close to him felt like a blessing accumulated from the previous life.

Lin Qinghuan, however, discarded it like a worn-out shoe.

"Just keep me company!" He Yanlang hugged Lin Qinghuan tighter in his arms, put his chin on her slender shoulder, and breathed on her neck.

I was afraid that she would stand up and run away in the next second.

Lin Qinghuan just felt annoyed.

"Mr. Lu Xun once said that wasting other people's time is equivalent to murder and robbery. You are murdering me!"

He Yanlang was amused by Lin Qinghuan.

The sexy lips fell beside her swollen cheeks, with a faint herbal scent.

He said, "Can I pay?"

Lin Qinghuan bit her lip and remained silent, becoming even more angry. "Can you please stop teasing me? Is this fun?"

It was like he bought her with his own money.

Even after being slapped several times by He Yanyu, Lin Qinghuan didn't cry.

But I feel extremely aggrieved just by chatting with the person in front of me.

"He Yanlang, I beg you, let me go!"

Lin Qinghuan's tears fell and dripped onto He Yanlang's fingers, burning hot.

He drew his hand back slightly.

Why, she's crying again, has he done something to her again?

She raised her hand to wipe her tears. "What makes you keep doing this? Why do you keep pestering me? Tell me, can't I change it?"

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, the angrier she became, and the more outrageous her words became.

He Yanlang straightened Lin Qinghuan and sat opposite her. He leaned down slightly and wiped her tears carefully with his fingers, "Don't cry, it will hurt if your tears touch the wound."

Lin Qinghuan turned her face away, tears streaming down her face again, and she choked up and said, "Don't touch me!"

He Yanlang's hand was hovering in the air. Lin Qinghuan didn't even look at him from beginning to end. She just tilted her head to the side and shed tears.

It seems like everything he does is wrong and incorrect.

The air fell into silence again.

He Yanlang stood up from the sofa. He didn't let Lin Qinghuan leave, and Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to leave.

He took the notebook from the desk, returned to the sofa, pulled Lin Qinghuan into his arms, and changed the subject.

"I'll make money for you to spend, okay?"

"I am not interested!"

The computer turns on.

Lin Qinghuan wanted to escape, but her back was already against the man's chest.

"You can't refuse, right?" He was very domineering and enjoyed spending time alone with Lin Qinghuan. "If you can't refuse, then you have to accept it."

Ambiguous posture.

It's thought provoking.

"If forcing yourself makes you happy, then just do it." Lin Qinghuan seemed to have no heart, and she cut He Yanlang's heart with a knife.

He pretended not to hear, continued as he pleased, held her in his arms and began to work seriously.

Lin Qinghuan didn’t understand the data on the computer screen. It was colorful and all in English, and it looked extremely advanced.

But she could probably guess that He Yanlang was playing stocks and futures.

During this period, several calls came in, all in different languages.

He Yanlang looked at the data on the computer and explained it to the opponent one by one, switching freely between English, Chinese and other languages, as if he was playing.

He knows at least seven languages.

Without exception, everyone on the phone was full of admiration for He Yanlang and responded with a smile.

For the first time, Lin Qinghuan truly felt what it meant to plan and win a battle from thousands of miles away.

He Yanlang just sat here and made a lot of money in just a few hours.

"I'm tired."

She whispered.

He Yanlang seemed not to hear clearly and was still communicating with the person on the other side in bird language.

"I'm tired!" Since he couldn't hear her, Lin Qinghuan increased the volume. The people on the phone were silent for a short time, and they should have heard her this time.

She crawled under his armpit, and He Yanlang seemed to understand that she wanted to get out.

He let Lin Qinghuan go out, but his eyes followed her all the time.

When Lin Qinghuan walked towards the door, He Yanlang's eyes darkened and he stared at Lin Qinghuan threateningly, "Come back!"

Lin Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and opened the door.

He Yanlang threw the computer casually, climbed over the sofa and chased after the person.

With a "bang", the door was closed, and He Yanlang reached out and opened the door again.

It's only a second before and after.

The next second, Lin Qinghuan's arm was grabbed by He Yanlang. He didn't blush or feel nervous, but Lin Qinghuan was a little out of breath.

He asked, "Why are you running?"

Like a prison escapee.

"Let go, I want to go back."

He Yanlang was speechless. Was he such an unreasonable person? "If you want to go back, tell me. Am I imprisoning you or something? Why are you running away?"

Haha...a stinky man who doesn't admit what he did.

"I just said it's okay and I want to leave. Did you let me go?" she said aggrievedly.

Although she admitted that He Yanlang looked very charming when he was working, who could stand maintaining that posture for dozens of minutes?

He was obsessed with his work, in a state of trance, enjoying the value that his work brought him.

Where was Lin Qinghuan? She looked confused and didn't understand anything. She just sat hunched on the sofa, exhausted.

"Wait for me for another ten minutes. I'll take you back after I finish the work at hand." He Yanlang coaxed patiently.

"No need." He Yanlang causes a sensation wherever he goes. She is a socially anxious person and doesn't like being treated like a monkey and watched by others.

"Be obedient!" He pulled Lin Qinghuan back to the room.

Lin Qinghuan was pulled back unwillingly. This time he did not hold Lin Qinghuan in his arms, but let her sit on the sofa by herself.

Putting on the headset, He Yanlang started working again, "Okay, let's start again!"

His eyes were still fixed on Lin Qinghuan from time to time, but she behaved a little better and just looked at her phone instead of looking at him.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qinghuan reminded him on time.

"It's time!"

He Yanlang pointed at the phone, indicating that he was not finished yet.

She lowered her head again and looked at her phone.

Another ten minutes passed, and He Yanlang's eyes were no longer fixed on her. Instead, he was fully immersed in his work.

Lin Qinghuan stood up, got a cup of water from the water dispenser, and then walked straight to He Yanlang. A shadow loomed over him, and He Yanlang looked up at Lin Qinghuan.

"Stop it!" Even though Lin Qinghuan had already placed a glass of water above his head, He Yanlang remained calm.

He put the computer aside and stood up. He was very tall, more than 168 centimeters taller than Lin Qinghuan ( cm). He snatched the cup from Lin Qinghuan's hand and put it on the table.

Of course Lin Qinghuan couldn't really pour the water, she was just trying to scare He Yanlang.

"Do you know how much less I will earn if you pour this glass of water? 1000 million!"

For Lin Qinghuan, it was indeed an astronomical figure.

Lin Qinghuan may never earn that much in her entire life, but He Yanlang only needs a few dozen minutes.

Some people make money in seconds, some in years, and some in their entire lives.

"Can I go now?" She really couldn't stay any longer.

The person on the other end sighed, reached out and rubbed Lin Qinghuan's head, but the words were irrelevant, "The swelling on your face has gone down a lot!"

"Can I go now?" Lin Qinghuan repeated again.