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

On the open-air balcony, the sun was warm and the breeze was just right. He Yanlang crossed his legs casually and took out a cigarette box nonchalantly.

His lighter didn't light up, so Lu Yi came over and lit it for him.

"When did the young master learn to smoke?"

He Yanlang calmly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Is it strange?"

He has been addicted to smoking recently. He used to smoke only a few cigarettes a day, but now he smokes seven or eight cigarettes in the morning.

Work didn't make him so irritated, but Lin Qinghuan was the one that really upset him.

Earning 100 million is a small goal, and coaxing a little woman is harder than earning a small goal.

What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness.

"You go directly to the company tomorrow and follow Shiyou to familiarize yourself with the projects we have invested in."

Li Shiyou is a well-known investor of PE Group and head of the Asia-Pacific region.

Who would have thought that this young man, who is only in his early 20s, would become a partner with a nationally renowned investor and start an investment company together.

Their investments have never failed.

When he thought of this, Lu Yi was filled with admiration for the enchanting young man in front of him and wanted to kneel down and call him "Godfather".

But he was afraid of being scolded by He Yanlang, so he just replied politely, "Okay, Master."

He Yanlang shook the ashes into the ashtray and took another puff of the cigarette.

Lu Yi seemed to remember something and slowly said, "By the way, Master, Longcheng has urged you several times to go back. If you keep dragging Master He like this, he might get mad."

"Let him be!" After saying that, He Yanlang put out his cigarette, threw the butt into the ashtray, and stood up.

He was never afraid of the old man getting angry. He was not one of the eldest uncles or second uncles who expected to inherit the family property from the old man. What he was afraid of was that the old man would attack Lin Qinghuan in order to deal with him.

Although he knew it was dangerous to tie Lin Qinghuan by his side, He Yanlang just couldn't help it. He couldn't help wanting to keep her by his side all the time.

He Yanlang went towards the second bedroom.

A beautiful girl hidden in a golden house, this phrase popped up in Lu Yi's mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. He Yanlang was going to find his beloved daughter again to get angry. The only person who could make this noble young master fall into the mortal world and be emotional was probably the one inside.

"You can go now." Walking into the living room, He Yanlang turned around and said casually.

He is issuing an order to expel the guest.

Of course, Lu Yi felt embarrassed to stay any longer.

When the aunt saw He Yanlang coming in from the open-air balcony, she also came over and asked, "Master, the food is ready. Do you want to eat in the restaurant or take it to the room?"

"Let's leave it there for now." He walked across the corridor, went to the second bedroom and opened the door.

Lin Qinghuan sat on the bay window, her eyes fixed outside the window without even lifting her eyelids. Her knees were bent, her hands were folded, her shirt was loosely draped over her body, covering most of her long white legs, her long hair was as black as ink, casually draped behind her graceful waist.

"Your boyfriend is gone." He Yanlang walked over and said sarcastically. He knew that Lin Qinghuan and Luo Zhouran had broken up, but he still said this on purpose.

Lin Qinghuan turned around.

He was shocked.

Her small, delicate face was filled with tears, and a few more tears flowed down her face as her doe eyes stared at him.

The emotion in her eyes was easy to guess: disappointment and grievance.

She was disappointed about something.

What are you feeling wronged about?

Lin Qinghuan stood up and walked barefoot on the carpet. She unbuttoned her shirt as she walked. Her acting was terrible and her hands were shaking badly.

He Yanlang's incomparably superior face did not provide her with any good emotional value. Looking at this face did not make her feel pleasing to the eye, but only disgust and resentment.

"Go ahead, and let me go after you're done. You can do whatever you want with me from now on. I'll be there whenever you call."

Two more tears fell from the corners of Lin Qinghuan's eyes, silently but like thunder, hurting He Yanlang's heart.

The shirt slipped off her smooth shoulders and fell to the white woolen floor.

He is fully dressed.

She had nothing left.

He Yanlang stood there without moving. She walked over and hugged his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest. The faint scent of perfume on his shirt smelled very pleasant.

"He Yanlang, you win." She said softly, like a soft knife that can pierce into the skin, gentle enough and deadly enough.

Won?

hehe...

Lin Qinghuan's hand climbed up his cheek, raised her head, and smiled sadly, "You ruined me, are you happy? I never thought that this skin is so beautiful, but the inside is like a dark bug crawling in a stinky ditch, disgusting and makes people vomit..."

She was gambling that if she took the initiative like that, He Yanlang would lose interest in her, stop touching her, and let her go.

Any man with a conscience should not touch her again.

In He Yanlang's eyes, Lin Qinghuan was madly wandering on the brink of death.

He really hated the way Lin Qinghuan openly disliked him.

He was used to being in control of everything, and he was able to handle it with ease even under the high-pressure attack from an old fox like Mr. He, who was shrewd and influential in the business world.

But when faced with a look from Lin Qinghuan, he would be at a loss, go crazy, and lose his mind.

He can't be coaxed, and he won't listen to any explanation. He just wants to escape.

Feelings were indeed his weak spot, the old man had warned him. But there was nothing he could do, he just loved Lin Qinghuan, to the bone.

How did things come to this point? Everything seemed out of his control and had developed to the point where they were fed up with each other.

Bugs crawling in the darkness of the sewers.

Rape.

Lin Qinghuan described him like this, and He Yanlang couldn't tell how sad and chilly he felt.

Nothing is out of control, including emotions. He touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, lowered his head and grabbed Lin Qinghuan's arm, lazily and languidly, "What does it feel like to be fucked by a bedbug?"

He was used to hiding his emotions, even in front of Lin Qinghuan. He never showed his emotions, but always looked casual and cold.

In fact, you just need to coax her, tell her, and speak nicely.

But He Yanlang didn't.

When it comes to matters beyond his control, he is accustomed to using high-pressure violence and mental pressure to force the other party to submit.

After all, the blood of the He family flows in his bones. The old man developed a small fleet of transport companies into one of the top companies in the country. How could it be possible without means?

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Qinghuan, who had been looking so proud, turned extremely pale in an instant.

She looked up and tried to hold back her tears. Really, it wasn't worth shedding tears for such a rotten person in front of her.

"What kind of feeling can that be? Birds of a feather flock together. Come on, you jerk. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

She was betting that if He Yanlang had any conscience or compassion for herself, he would not touch her again.

There was a depth in his devilish eyes, and in just a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted up.

He couldn't guess what Lin Qinghuan was thinking or how much he meant.

He gave her an absolute sense of oppression and superiority.

"Lin Qinghuan, are you playing hard to get?" He pushed her to the French window.

"I'm acting here. You try it."

She lost the bet.

Lin Qinghuan closed her eyes, and a few tears unconsciously slid down and fell on He Yanlang's arms.

How could she hope that such a wicked soul still had a trace of conscience? He was blind to the embarrassment and pain he brought to her. He was so high and mighty, only caring about his own pleasure, how could he care about the feelings of a tool like her.

Just a tool.

What kind of hope do you have?

Her tears fell on his wrist. He Yanlang leaned close to her earlobe and bit it gently, not knowing whether he was coaxing or flirting. "Be good and be gentle. I don't like things getting out of my control."

She thought she was taking the initiative.

He wouldn't touch her.

The play of playing hard to get was extremely vulgar, and he did not indulge Lin Qinghuan.

"If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, take it. You don't want it but pretend to want it. If you play with me, can you beat me?"

Lin Qinghuan's fingernails dug into the wall as he held onto the wall. He gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"