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

Liu Yayun turned to He Xiaoyan and said with gritted teeth, "I told you to call the fourth brother over. Who can control his lawlessness?"

Liu Yayun moved her gaze to He Yanyu again, gently stroking He Yanyu's head that was wrapped like a dumpling, tears dripping down her face, "I don't care, He Xiaoyan, your He family must give my son an explanation today, otherwise I will die in front of you!"

One cried, two made trouble, and three hung.

He Yanyu joined in the fight, pretending to be a coward, touching his head and crying, "Mom and Dad, my head hurts so much, will I become a fool?"

The mother and son hugged each other and cried, feeling even more sad.

He Xiaoyan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at his nephew on the sofa, "Alang, tell me yourself, if you want to solve this problem this way, do you have to go to the old man before you are willing to give us an explanation?"

He Yanlang remained calm and continued to watch coldly.

Liu Yayun stood up from the bed, impatiently pushed the pretty girl standing next to her, pointed at He Yanlang and continued, "Yanyu is your own brother, you can be so cruel, you really have a cruel heart! What on earth is wrong with him, tell me? Tell me!"

So noisy and annoying!

He Yanlang stood up.

Liu Yayun was about to walk over here, but she was stunned and took a few steps back.

She was afraid of He Yanlang. He Yanlang had a sharp tongue and would attack everyone indiscriminately, regardless of whether they were elders or not. Sometimes, even the old man would be humiliated in front of him.

He Yanlang glanced at He Yanyu lying on the bed, and then his eyes fell on He Xiaoyan standing beside the bed, "Second uncle, I'll give you the building of the Sands Building as compensation, and this matter ends here."

He Yanlang didn't want to continue talking nonsense here and listen to Liu Yayun crying.

When Mr. and Mrs. He Xiaoyan heard this, they were stunned.

The building of Sands Tower has a market value of several hundred million. The two blows he received were worth a ton of money!

The couple exchanged glances, suppressed the ecstasy in their hearts, and watched the person leave the ward before they dared to scream in ecstasy.

Lin Shen followed closely behind him. The Sands Building is located in the center of the southern district of Longcheng, the most prosperous commercial district. How could the young master be so generous?

"Master, you just casually mentioned a few hundred million and it's gone? Otherwise, you should just shut up!"

He Yanlang put his hands in his pockets, his expression still cold, "I said I would give it to him, so I really give it to him?"

Everything will be returned.

His second uncle controlled the entire Sanshun Group's catering and supermarket businesses, and the Sands Building was located in a bustling commercial district, so he asked his second uncle to help him prepare for the wedding first.

Without grandpa, they are all useless and can't protect anything.

He Yanlang returned to his apartment in Shangchengyuan.

I didn't expect Ouyang Ling to be here.

His cold eyes seemed to kill Lin Shen.

He asked Lin Shen to send someone to keep an eye on Ouyang Ling, but Ouyang Ling could still come directly to his house.

The woman was half lying on the sofa, her black tube top dress outlining her perfect body curves, with a protruding front and a curved back, full of charm.

Ouyang Ling is a beauty. If she were not so wanton and playful, she would undoubtedly be perfect.

"Alang? You're back!" As she spoke, the woman swayed her body towards He Yanlang.

He Yanlang dodged and she missed.

"Who let you in?" He cast a cold gaze over, scaring Ouyang Ling so much that she shivered.

Before Ouyang Ling could refute, he spoke again coldly, "Throw it out!"

"I'm your fiancée!" Ouyang Ling stomped her feet and said aggrievedly.

"Why are you standing there? Throw it out!" He Yanlang said to Lin.

"Ah? Oh..." Lin Shen finally reacted, but Ouyang Ling was wearing too little. Lin Shen didn't know where to start, so he could only politely make a gesture of invitation, "Miss Ouyang."

He Yanlang sat down on the sofa in annoyance.

Ouyang Ling wanted to walk over, but just after taking two steps, He Yanlang cast a murderous look at her.

There was no desire for her in He Yanlang's eyes; he looked at her coldly, as if she were an object.

She was obviously dressed up carefully, and when she flirted with those men in a sexy and charming way, they would lose control and pounce on her like jackals, tigers and leopards.

Unfortunately, the man in front of her had no desire for her at all.

"Lin Shen!" He Yanlang called out to Lin Shen impatiently.

Lin Shen gritted his teeth, carried Ouyang Ling and walked towards the entrance, "I'm sorry, Miss Ouyang!"

Ouyang Ling reacted and screamed, "Ahh... let me go... bastard..."

With a "bang", the door was closed.

Lin Shen walked in.

"Throw these things away to her!" He Yanlang pointed at Ouyang Ling's bag and coat on the sofa.

Lin Shen quickly picked it up and turned to walk towards the entrance. The door opened and Ouyang Ling yelled from outside, "Just wait, I'll go back and tell my grandfather that you bullied me and you're dead..."

The door was closed again with a "bang", and Ouyang Ling's voice was isolated outside the house.

When Lin Shen came in, He Yanlang had already stood up and took out another cigarette from his pocket. "Go check the surveillance. This woman has touched those things. Replace them all for me."

He went to the balcony to smoke.

Lin Shen was annoyed by He Yanlang's obsession with cleanliness, which was very tormenting. Ouyang Lingxiang was very soft, but he hated her so much that he suggested, "Master, why don't we just move to another house?"

"Change?" He turned his head and stared at the sofa on the open-air balcony. In his restless mind, bad thoughts arose. Although the thoughts were bad, they could also bring him some comfort and pleasure.

He slept with Lin Qinghuan here.

On the sofa, on the balcony, in the bathroom, on the floor...

Memories are everywhere.

At that time, Lin Qinghuan curled up in his arms, crying and begging. Unlike today, she was fierce and aggressive, trying to clear off all ties with him.

He Yanlang felt annoyed when he thought about Lin Qinghuan trying to distance herself from him.

He Yanlang took a puff of his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. "Why not replace you?"

The prosperity of the capital city is right at his feet. He looks down on everything and his heart is higher than the sky.

He sat back on the sofa and shook the ash into the ashtray. It was not a question, but it made people feel even more creepy. "Didn't I ask you to send someone to keep an eye on Ouyang Ling? How did she get into my house?"

Lin Shen felt his body a little stiff, like a lackey, and touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "Master, believe me, this was an accident!"

He Yanlang put out his cigarette, leaned lazily on the sofa, looked up at him, and looked intimidating without being angry, "Lin Shen?"

Before He Yanlang could speak, Lin Shen had already run to the living room, his flattering tone echoing in the living room, "Master, I will send someone to keep an eye on Ouyang Ling, and by the way, find a way to trick Miss Lin out for you!"

The only person who can relieve the young master’s worries is Lin Qinghuan.

He Yanlang raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already half past ten in the evening.

I took out my cell phone and saw countless missed calls.

But he knew that none of these calls were from Lin Qinghuan.

What is she doing? Is she back to the dormitory?

*

After coming down from the Student Activity Center, Lin Qinghuan sat on a bench behind the dormitory for a long time in a daze. It took him a long time to gather his emotions before he dared to go back to the dormitory.

As soon as we returned to the dormitory, Wen Yijing and the other three surrounded us.

"Huanhuan, where have you been? You didn't answer the phone or reply to messages. We were so worried." Wen Yijing asked.

Lin Qinghuan forced a smile and said embarrassedly, "Jingjing, don't you know that I went to the student affairs office to deal with the following matters?"

Wen Yijing lowered her head and whispered, "You've been gone for too long. We're worried about you!"

Yan Xia and Jian Yan came close to Lin Qinghuan's face, examined it carefully, and asked with a worried look on their faces, "Huanhuan, does your face still hurt? Oh my God, it's still swollen after such a long time! How could that bitch be so cruel!"

"It's okay, it's okay now. I've applied the medicine and it doesn't hurt much anymore!" Lin Qinghuan replied quickly, raising his face to show everyone.

"Where are your ears? Huanhuan, how are your ears?" Wen Yijing just then remembered and asked anxiously while grabbing Lin Qinghuan's hand.

"I'm completely fine. The doctor also said it's nothing serious, it's just stress! Everyone don't worry, I'm fine, right? Hahaha..." Lin Qinghuan tried to laugh, but it was awkward.

Jian Yan was a little frustrated and sighed, "I'm now worried whether He Yanyu will take revenge on Huanhuan in the future. His family is rich and powerful. If he really takes revenge on Huanhuan, what should I do?"

Jian Yan's worries are not without reason.

He just raised his hand and slapped a girl. How bad and scary is his character? He is a typical second-generation rich kid.

Lin Qinghuan tried her best to pretend that it didn't matter. "With the school's support, what's there to be afraid of? It's a fair world. What else is there to be afraid of?"

It's just words of comfort, everyone knows the situation clearly.

Yan Xia suddenly remembered something, "Don't we have He Yanlang's WeChat? Isn't there a rumor that He Yanyu is his brother? Let's send a message to He Yanlang, tell him about this, and let him take care of his brother."

"Yes, He Yanlang looks very righteous. He is nothing like He Yanyu who has kidney deficiency and looks like a rich second-generation dandy," Wen Yijing also nodded and added.

It’s He Yanlang again.

bother!

Lin Qinghuan just wanted to clear things up with them and tried to stop the three of them, "No need, don't bother others, it's not good."

Yan Xia and the others were not going to listen to him at all. They picked up their phones and started editing a message and sent it to He Yanlang.

Wen Yijing was very worried, "Will he not reply?"

Jian Yan added, "Who cares? It's better to try it out than to sit and wait for it to die."