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

Lin Qinghuan fell into the soft, white bed again, followed by He Yanlang's enchanting face. His flawless face was clean, just like the skin of a newborn baby.

The kisses fell like the drizzle in April, densely packed down.

Lin Qinghuan resisted and touched the man's chest. The skin was burning hot. She felt like she was electrocuted. She quickly retracted her hand, turned her head away and yelled.

"stand up!"

He Yanlang straightened her face and said with a smile, "Baby, why are you hiding? Look if you want to, touch if you want to, there is no part of my body that you haven't seen or touched before?"

Lin Qinghuan finally understood that no matter how charming a person's face was, they would be too much when it came to talking dirty.

She was thin-skinned, and the heat on her face spread to her ears.

Taking advantage of her anger, He Yanlang's hand restlessly reached into her sweatshirt.

"Get lost..." Before Lin Qinghuan could finish her sentence, her mouth was blocked again.

He Yanlang is serious and does what he says.

His hands were raised above his head and the loose sweatshirt was easily taken off by him.

animals.

Son of a bitch.

Is Teddy reincarnated?

"I'll be gentle and make you feel comfortable..." He Yanlang murmured.

You've tasted the sweetness, and you're at your prime age, so what's wrong with the desire?

Sudden.

The bedroom door was kicked open.

"Alang!" Ouyang Ling, who was kicked out last night, rushed in with five men in suits.

He Yanlang quickly pulled the bed sheet over Lin Qinghuan on the bed, blocking Ouyang Ling who was trying to pull the sheet over. His gloomy eyes were filled with anger, and he shouted, "Get out!"

"Who is the woman in your bed? I'm your fiancée. Why are you standing there? Drag that bitch out of the bed for me. It hurts..." Ouyang Ling could no longer make a sound.

Lin Qinghuan hid in the bed sheet, shivering, clutching the sheet tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She was afraid that someone would really come and drag her out to expose her to the public, as she was completely naked.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of fighting was heard from the bedroom, and various objects hit the ground, making crisp and harsh sounds.

Lin Qinghuan covered her ears tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably as she cried out loudly.

The fight lasted for nearly ten minutes. During these long ten minutes, Lin Qinghuan felt like she was in hell on earth. She hid under the quilt. The air was so thin that she could not breathe. She even had difficulty breathing. She did not dare to open a crack to let the air in.

fiancée.

He Yanlang's fiancée.

Suddenly, she felt someone walking towards her.

"No, no..." she begged, hoping the person would not lift the quilt.

She grabbed the quilt tightly.

The quilt was still lifted. Lin Qinghuan tried hard to grab the quilt to prevent herself from exposing herself in the air. The person who came just hugged her gently. It was He Yanlang.

He said, "Huanhuan, open your eyes. Are you okay?"

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, clutching the quilt. When she opened her eyes, the bedroom was a mess, with all kinds of furniture toppled over.

The door was closed, and there was no one in the room except He Yanlang, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

How nice it would be to have a dream!

She looked at He Yanlang coldly and began to cry loudly.

fiancée.

What about her? A mistress?

"Huanhuan?" He Yanlang murmured.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me..." She slapped and struggled, trying to escape from the arms of the man in front of her.

He Yanlang hugged her tightly.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't struggle.

She cried even more heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to cry her heart out and destroy her voice.

uncomfortable.

It feels like dying.

play.

Is this the kind of excitement that rich people like to pursue?

He has a fiancée, but he still wants to play with her emotions.

This is a thousand times more excessive than simply playing with emotions.

Is he satisfied?

He finally destroyed her and won a complete victory.

Lin Qinghuan cried for a very long time, so long that her voice became hoarse.

"Dong dong..."

Someone knocked on the door.

As if she was under stress, Lin Qinghuan began to tremble again. She grabbed the quilt and the tears that had stopped flowing began to flow again. Her eyes were filled with tears. She burrowed into the quilt, trying to hide.

"Young Master!" It was Lin Shen outside the door.

"Huanhuan!" He Yanlang was heartbroken.

He wanted to reach out to grab it, but the pitiful eyes looked at him. Lin Qinghuan kept shaking her head, grabbing the quilt, curled up at the head of the bed, with only her eyes exposed, "I didn't seduce you, I didn't seduce you..."

"Don't touch me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

He Yanlang's outstretched hand hung in mid-air.

Outside, Lin Shen was knocking on the door again, "Master!"

He knew that it was an urgent matter, so Lin Shen was so persistent and dared to knock on the door even when he was most angry.

He stood up, his eyes full of affection, "Don't be afraid, Huan, I'll be back soon!"

He Yanlang walked out of the bedroom reluctantly.

Lin Shen stood at the door. He didn't dare to look at He Yanlang. The bedroom door was closed by He Yanlang. He couldn't see the condition of the person inside, but he guessed that it should be very bad. The sound of "Don't touch me" just now was so scary. Who else but her would dare to yell at the person in front of her like that?

In just a moment, He Yanlang had hidden his emotions. He sat lazily on the sofa, his legs casually folded on the coffee table, with some blood at the corners of his mouth.

Lin Shen thought, he can fight five people at the same time, why does he need a bodyguard?

Perhaps he was still in a bad mood, He Yanlang picked up the cigarette on the table, and took a light with his slender hands. His hands were shaking a little, and he took several tries before he lit the cigarette.

Lin Shen raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.

He Yanlang took a breath and cast a death-like gaze over, "How did you stare at her? How dare she break in?"

"Master, I was entangled by someone this morning, and then..."

With a loud bang, He Yanlang kicked the coffee table away. He stood up angrily and said, "Find out who sent the letter to Ouyang Ling. Why are you looking for death so early in the morning?"

He didn't care if Ouyang Ling saw his intimacy with Lin Qinghuan. What he cared about was Lin Qinghuan's emotions. She was stubborn and had a strong sense of morality.

What he was afraid of was that he would not be able to appease Lin Qinghuan.

The door of the master bedroom was opened. Lin Qinghuan was stunned when she saw the two people in the living room. Her big eyes were red and swollen from crying and looked pitiful. She walked straight to the entrance.

He Yanlang stood up and blocked her way. "Where are you going?"

She said nothing and walked around him, but He Yanlang blocked her again.

He Yanlang patiently coaxed Lin Qinghuan and begged, "Huanhuan, please don't leave, I will explain to you."

The one who spoke with a husky voice was really the young master who was so arrogant just now. Lin Shen turned his head away, feeling ashamed to watch.

"Get out of the way!" Lin Qinghuan said coldly, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.

He Yanlang stood there without moving.

Lin Qinghuan pushed it open.

But her hand was grabbed by the person behind her and she couldn't struggle free. She turned around, grabbed He Yanlang's arm, and bit it hard. He Yanlang didn't even struggle and just let him vent.

His clean white shirt was soaked with blood, but Lin Qinghuan couldn't bear to do it, so he just left a shallow tooth mark and let it go.

Lin Qinghuan yelled, "Let go! I told you to let go! What on earth do you want to do?"

Lin Shen really wanted to make himself invisible.

Sin ah.

I cursed the young master every day to chase his wife to the crematorium. Now he has caught up with me. I am really afraid that He Yanlang will make him buried with her!

He Yanlang was pushed away by Lin Qinghuan. Lin Qinghuan reached out to open the door, but was dragged back.

Lin Qinghuan was forced into a corner, and in desperation she picked up a vase from the entrance and smashed it on He Yanlang's forehead.

In an instant, blood flowed down He Yanlang's forehead and dripped onto his white shirt. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his eyes, his emotions still stable, "Have you vented enough? Go back and stay here."

Lin Shen carried the two of them on his back and wiped his sweat.

He Yanlang went to pull Lin Qinghuan again.

Lin Qinghuan grabbed the door handle and refused to move, crying and begging, "Please, let me go, let me go..."

"Please let me go. I will never be greedy again. I will never hope that you will like me a little bit. I will never like you again. I will never be a cheapskate again. I will never have any hope again..."

How miserable she cried.

It was so miserable that He Yanlang felt it would be a mistake to keep him here for even a minute longer.

But he couldn't let go.

"Huanhuan, don't cry, okay, I will explain to you..."

"Let go, let go..." Lin Qinghuan shouted, his voice already hoarse.

He Yanlang picked her up and walked into the second bedroom.

Lin Qinghuan struggled desperately, "Believe it or not, I will report it, I want to report it..."

The door was closed with a bang.

The hoarse voice inside was still so clear that Lin Shen raised his head and wiped the sweat off his face.

He must immediately investigate the matter of Ouyang Ling's sudden intrusion, otherwise, he was afraid that He Yanlang would let the group of people below him be buried with him.

He sighed.

Master, I told you a long time ago that you can't chase girls like this.