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

He Yanlang, who was chasing Lin Qinghuan, felt a little hot in his ears, as if someone was saying bad things about him behind his back.

He Yanlang didn't understand which stairs Lin Qinghuan took at first, but later he realized that Luo Zhouran also lived in this building and she was afraid of being seen.

She walked in front and he walked behind with his hands in his baseball uniform.

He was in a very good mood and Lin Qinghuan was very cooperative throughout the day.

"Are you really going to walk down from the 10th floor?" he asked. "Didn't you just say your legs were weak?"

Lin Qinghuan didn't answer him and walked ahead silently.

Not only did my legs feel weak, I even felt numbness and weakness in my waist.

Son of a bitch.

She ignored He Yanlang, and he continued to ask, "Are your legs not weak anymore?"

He looked Lin Qinghuan up and down from behind and could not see anything unusual. Her long skirt reached her ankles, revealing only a small section of her fair legs.

It was easy to go downstairs, even the tenth floor.

After walking from the tenth floor to the third floor, Lin Qinghuan turned around, with no emotion in her eyes, "I can go back by myself, you don't have to follow me."

He touched his nose, smiled slightly, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and waved it in front of Lin Qinghuan, "You don't want your cell phone anymore?"

Only then did she remember that the cell phone had been in He Yanlang's hand.

Lin Qinghuan reached out for her phone, but He Yanlang took it back and put his arm around her shoulders, "I'll give it to you when we get to school."

She endured it.

If you just endure it for a little longer, you will be out of his control.

He Yanlang hugged her and walked towards the elevator, but Lin Qinghuan still refused.

He asked knowingly, "What are you afraid of?"

She was silent.

"Hmm?" He made a nasal sound and pressed Lin Qinghuan again, meaning that she had to answer this question.

"Luo Zhouran!" Lin Qinghuan answered with gritted teeth.

He kept smiling, let go of Lin Qinghuan's shoulders, and pressed the down button of the elevator. "He already knows everything. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Ding...

The elevator had reached the third floor. He Yanlang walked in and stared at Lin Qinghuan.

Indeed, on Saturday noon, Luo Zhouran came to He Yanlang's house to find her.

This bastard who likes to play tricks on others and builds his happiness on the pain of others should have given her up long ago.

Lin Qinghuan walked into the elevator.

He Yanlang pressed the button for the basement floor.

The elevator reached the basement level smoothly. Lin Qinghuan was glad that she didn't run into Luo Zhouran, or even meet anyone else along the way.

He Yanlang no longer drives any fancy cars, and Lin Qinghuan recognizes the car logo.

Just the general public, much more low-key.

He Yanlang opened the passenger door for Lin Qinghuan. After Lin Qinghuan got in the car, he got into the driver's seat.

Those people said that he had a cold personality, but He Yanlang felt that Lin Qinghuan's personality was truly cold.

The whole way, she leaned her head against the seat, staring out the window. She never looked at him once from beginning to end, looking depressed and unhappy.

While waiting for the traffic light, He Yanlang asked, "Is there anything you like? I can buy it for you."

Lin Qinghuan was startled and felt cold all over.

In He Yanlang's eyes, she was ultimately nothing more than an object with a price tag, a vain, materialistic woman who traded her body for material things in exchange for money.

He insulted her.

But she felt that even her rebuttal was feeble.

"No need." She said coldly, holding the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, trying to suppress it.

No need, save the money to buy yourself a coffin later.

Of course, Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to curse him out loud.

Her expression became increasingly ugly, and He Yanlang saw it all.

Don’t girls all like shopping?

He spends money to let her buy whatever she wants, how can she not be happy?

It's really hard to appease him.