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

Lin Qinghuan watched He Yanlang walk out of the room.

About five minutes later, she walked to the door and reached out to pull it, but the door wouldn't open. He Yanlang had locked it from the outside.

What a pervert.

She turned and went to the bathroom, cleaning up the stickiness left by the battle.

After I came out of the shower, I found that my aunt had already put lunch on the table.

She had just finished a big bowl of crab roe noodles an hour ago, but each of the dishes on the table was small and exquisitely presented, with tempting aromas.

No matter how sad or depressed you are, you must never go against food. Sometimes food can give you a brief relaxation.

Lin Qinghuan took a small bite of each dish. Needless to say, after taking a bite of the delicious food, her mood instantly improved by several degrees.

Once people become depressed, they must learn to adjust themselves.

After eating a few bites of food, she tried to open the door again, but still couldn't open it. Her aunt did not forget to lock the door from the outside.

She sat back in front of the bay window. Only from there could she see some of the scenery outside.

It's sunny today, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is blue.

Once people become quiet, they tend to have wild thoughts and degrade themselves.

Lin Qinghuan had to accept the fact that she would be locked up by He Yanlang for another two days, and during these two days, she would be pinned down by him, played with, and taken advantage of by him again and again.

He Yanlang has a fiancée.

But he didn't care at all and continued to have an affair with her.

They were caught in bed together in the morning, and they did it again around noon.

Sure enough, once people abandon morality, they can do anything crazy.

Ah.

Lin Qinghuan felt like he was crazy.

He Yanlang is a psychopath!

She returned to the bed, pulled the quilt over her, and couldn't help but cry.

Once again, her sense of morality overwhelmed her, forcing her into a corner and sucking out all the air around her, making it seem as if she couldn't breathe.

Her chest heaved violently and she sat up abruptly, clutching the quilt tightly. It turned out that she had forgotten to breathe and was holding her breath.

Her mental state was very bad. If she didn't get some sleep, she might collapse.

She spent the entire afternoon and evening in a daze, without even anyone to talk to.

The aunt would come in only to deliver meals or clean the room, and the door would be kept tightly closed at other times.

Lin Qinghuan tried to communicate with her aunt, but before she could open her mouth, her aunt said, "Miss, the young master won't let me talk to you, so please don't embarrass me."

She has no hobbies or interests that would ruin other people's jobs.

Since people said so, she knew what to do and shut up, then lay down and continued to lie there like a corpse.

I lie in bed, awake and crying, then feel sleepy, and fall asleep in a daze. Then I am awake again, sleepy again, and fall asleep again, repeating this over and over again, killing time.

*

It was past three in the morning when He Yanlang's plane arrived in Beijing.

Lin Shen opened the car door for him.

At this time, He Yanlang rushed back to Beijing from Longcheng. It turned out that the little wife hidden at home was too charming.

He Yanlang loosened his tie in the car.

I was scolded, beaten, and attended meetings, and I didn't miss a single thing.

Lin Shen saw that He Yanlang's face looked unpleasant, ugly and a little pale. He was probably humiliated by Mr. He again. Lin Shen knew what to do and did not say anything.

"Have you found out about Ouyang Ling?"

"It's the Third Young Master!"

He Yanlang was stunned and a little surprised. It was not the eldest uncle or the second uncle, but the useless He Yanyu.

This loser couldn't even stay still in the hospital, and this happened to him.

What's the use of waste materials?

He can't kill him, can he?

"Open the window."

Lin Shen rolled down the car window.

He Yanlang took out a cigarette and lit it.

His back still ached slightly. Every time the old man beat him, he hit him very hard. He was hit by the barbed whip eight times in total.

He never kowtowed to admit his mistake, but just knelt straight and endured it.

Being whipped is secondary.

"Lang'er, no matter how confused you are, don't blame Grandpa for not thinking about our relationship as grandparents and grandchildren."

Mr. He's intention was very clear, he wanted him to break up with a girl like Lin Qinghuan who had no money, no power and no influence.

If your surname is He, you have to serve this surname all your life.

Marriage, love, and life path are not up to us.

"You dare to touch her!"

He Yanlang was confused. Lin Qinghuan was his Achilles' heel. He instantly lost his mind and threatened the old man.

This statement also directly acknowledged his special feelings towards Lin Qinghuan, and at the same time put Lin Qinghuan in greater danger.

Old Master He was furious. He was hit by the cane again, and with the eight whips just now, his waist was finally broken. If he hadn't used his hands to support himself, he would have fallen to the ground in a mess.

"Unfilial son, do you think you can stop me?"

Can't stop it.

He is still no match for his grandfather.

He is still white, but the old man has long been a leader in robbing other thieves.

With his current strength, he had to bow down to He Yanhe.

He is He Yanhe's grandson, so there is still a trace of family affection when he is playing tricks on him. However, Lin Qinghuan, in the eyes of the old man, is as small as an ant, and it is easier to crush her to death than to crush an ant.

With all the power and financial resources of the He family, how could they have come this far with a clean record?

It's inhumane, there's no doubt about that.

"It's just for fun. Grandpa is so narrow-minded that he keeps staring at my trivial matters every day!"

His collar was grabbed by the old man, who was over seventy years old, but still energetic and majestic. He spoke every word clearly and would not tolerate any refusal or questioning.

"Lang'er, you are my favorite grandson, He Yanhe. From now on, everything in the He family will be yours. Grandpa will not allow you to have weaknesses. Emotions will only hinder your progress."

He Yanlang poked his cheek with his tongue, smiling insincerely.

Fuck that bullshit, this old guy is getting more feudal as he gets older.

I finished a cigarette.

The car also arrived at the community.

Lin Shen opened the car door for him.

The young man in a suit and tie had an abstinent and cold look.

It’s past three in the morning.

He Yanlang entered the elevator, which stopped on the first floor. Luo Zhouran, who reeked of alcohol, was helped into the elevator.

What a coincidence.

The moment he saw him again, Luo Zhouran's eyes turned blood red.

"What a coincidence, senior also comes home at this time." Luo Zhouran said coldly.

I am two years younger than him, have an average appearance and come from an ordinary family. How can I compare with him?

He Yanlang replied calmly, "Yeah." The elevator reached the 10th floor. In the eyes of outsiders, he rarely showed low-level interests. But when he thought of the past relationship between the young boy in front of him and Lin Qinghuan, he said calmly, "Go home and be busy sleeping with other people's girlfriends."

He turned and walked out of the elevator, only to hear a "bang" behind him. Luo Zhouran was using the elevator as a target for venting his anger again.

In the second bedroom, Lin Qinghuan was already asleep. He impatiently took off his suit jacket and leaned over to press her down.

Feeling that there was something heavy on her body, Lin Qinghuan was confused, "Hmm?"

"I miss you so much, baby."