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

"Yeah!" Lin Qinghuan on the opposite side lowered her head and hugged herself unconsciously.

She was shaking.

He Yanlang approached and asked anxiously, "Lin Qinghuan, what's wrong with you?"

Sweat began to seep out of her forehead. She looked up at He Yanlang and said tremblingly, "I have claustrophobia. I'm afraid when the elevator doesn't work."

damn it!

He Yanlang pulled Lin Qinghuan into his arms and took out his cell phone to call Lin Shen.

"Hey, Master..."

"Open the door, she's claustrophobic!" he yelled at Lin Shen angrily.

"Ohhh...right now!"

Lin Qinghuan trembled even more violently in his arms, "He Yanlang, I can't breathe... wuwuwu... I'm dying..."

He patted her back gently and said softly, "It will be fine soon."

"Wuwuwu... I'm so unlucky... I've been so unlucky since I met you last night... Wuwuwu..."

With a "beep", the elevator returned to normal, but Lin Qinghuan didn't notice it. She was still hiding in He Yanlang's arms, crying and recounting the bad luck that had happened to her since she met him.

With a beep, the elevator door opened and we arrived at the 4th floor.

She was still curled up in He Yanlang's arms. He didn't move, but just held her, patted her gently, and coaxed her softly.

One second, ten seconds, thirty seconds, until the elevator door closed and there was another "beep" sound, she was fully awake.

"I'm sorry!" She pulled away and found that the elevator had returned to normal and had reached the fourth floor. She wiped her tears while pressing the door-opening button and did not dare to look at him again from beginning to end.

She trotted into the studio.

He Yanlang also stepped out of the elevator, and Lin Shen, dressed in a suit and tie, walked out from the corner of the stairs, "Master."

The boy's eyes were sharp and cold. Lin Shen took one look and immediately lowered his head. He followed He Yanlang into another compartment and said, "The master has already sent a special plane to pick you up. I'm afraid you will have to leave for Longcheng tonight."

I’m so annoyed, old man.

"Master Yanyu has also been called back to the country by the master. He should be arranged to attend Beijing University as an exchange student when the time comes."

"Oh? The prodigal son is back?" He was feeling down and couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on.

"There's news from the old house that the old man's health is getting worse day by day. This family dinner should be to select an heir."

It's not like he hasn't heard from his father about his grandfather's health condition.

"Young Master." Lin Shen suddenly became nagging.

"Just fart if you have to." Anything that can make Lin Shen fuss must be something that can easily anger him.

"At this family dinner, I think we'll arrange a marriage partner for you!"

For wealthy families, marriages between business and politics are the most effective ways to strengthen family power and resist competitors.

He looked through the glass wall and his eyes suddenly fell on Lin Qinghuan in the opposite cubicle. He had done this countless times before, watching her from afar and not daring to get close.

As long as he didn't have sex with her, he could restrain himself from looking for her. But once he touched that red line, he went crazy and wanted to be close to her every minute and every second.

"Master, for her safety, you have to control your emotions for a moment."

He Yanlang was annoyed and reached out to open the door, but Lin Shen called him again.

"Young Master, then tonight..." He looked in the direction of Lin Qinghuan, then at He Yanlang.

"Do you think I'm a Teddy Bear? I'm in heat all the time." Damn, is it so obvious that he wants to do something bad with Lin Qinghuan?

"Okay, after this trip back to Dragon City, it will take you at least ten days or half a month to come back."

He retracted his hand and said helplessly, "What can I do? As for her, I just met her for the second day and I don't even know her name. Will she be willing to have sex with me? She won't even let me hold her hand!"

Lin Shen was also stunned. Was this really his abstinent young master? The young master who used to look at women like they were plagues, now wanted to wag his tail beside Miss Lin every day.

Sure enough, once a man wants to fall in love, especially when the relationship becomes more in-depth, his IQ drops sharply.

"Ahem..." Lin Shen coughed symbolically. He waved to He Yanlang to come over. He Yanlang walked over. He put his arm around his shoulders and looked at He Yanlang's face affectionately. "Master, do you know how enchanting your face is? Not to mention girls, even a boy like me might be attracted by you..."

"Get lost..." He Yanlang kicked Lin Shen away. Damn, he was a straight man, but he felt creepy when he was stared at by him.

Lin Shen returned to his mature and steady bodyguard appearance, "Master, it's actually very simple to pursue a girl. Just be genuine."

Just be real...

He reached out to turn the door handle. There were Lin Qinghuan, one other girl and two boys in the studio.

When he went in, everyone was surprised except Lin Qinghuan.

"School Prince, are you also here to participate in this cultural and creative project?" One of the girls said in surprise. She never thought in her life that she would be able to work on a project with He Yanlang before graduation.

"Yeah!" He just responded lightly. In fact, he was the investor of this project.

He sat down opposite Lin Qinghuan. She probably hadn't recovered from the fear she had just experienced, and her face still looked sad.

"Is that red McLaren 720s in the garden yours?" one of the boys asked.

He Yanlang nodded lightly.

"Can I have a look after the meeting?" the boy asked cautiously.

"Ok!"

"Really? Thank you so much!" The boy was obviously very interested in her.

He Yanlang didn't say anything else. No one dared to talk to him. He once again set his gaze on Lin Qinghuan.

She lowered her head and looked at her phone.

The atmosphere in the entire studio was unusually quiet until Wei Zhengming arrived, and the situation improved.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I kept you waiting for so long. The dean called me to work overtime." Wei Zhengming walked in and saw He Yanlang as soon as he came in. "Yanlang is here today too?"

He Yanlang smiled and nodded in response.

"Do you all know each other?" Wei Zhengming asked, "Except Yan Lang, you are all from the same college."

"do not know!"

"Okay, I'm sure everyone knows Yan Lang, our Jingda God of Wealth, so the three of you should introduce yourselves! Qinghuan, you go first!"

He Yanlang frowned?

It turns out that in the teacher's eyes, he is the God of Wealth.

Lin Qinghuan stood up and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Lin Qinghuan, from the 20th Journalism Class."

"My last name is Lin, too. Lin Yiyi, Class 20 Advertising 2."

"Luo Zhouran, 22nd editing and directing class."

Lin Qinghuan set his eyes on Luo Zhouran. He had such a pretty and well-behaved appearance. He was still a junior, but he was still a freshman and yet he could participate in the project. He must be so outstanding!

If He Yanlang wasn't here, he would undoubtedly become the focus of the whole audience. Unfortunately, with that person here, even the most outstanding people would be outshined and become his foil.

"Zhang Senda, 20th Product Design Class."

"Okay, thank you all for coming to participate in my cultural and creative project. Next, I will give you a brief introduction of this project," Wei Zhengming said, opened the PPT and began to talk.

Lin Qinghuan was looking at the blackboard. He Yanlang stared at her from time to time, and their eyes would occasionally meet. She would blush and lower her head shyly, and then continue listening.

She was very well-behaved when she was listening to the lecture, and she kept taking notes in her hand.

Taking advantage of Wei Zhengming's free time in the bathroom, Lin Yiyi came over and whispered, "Why do I feel like the school hunk is always staring at you?"

She was thin-skinned to begin with, so she quickly denied it, "No, no, you're seeing things!"

"Really? But I think he's really staring at you? Of course, the three people on the other side like to stare at you. You're so beautiful."

Lin Qinghuan quickly waved his hands and denied, "No, no, it's still okay."

She has a people-pleasing personality and would feel uncomfortable and uneasy when being praised by others.

The entire meeting lasted two and a half hours. Finally, Wei Zhengming assigned them tasks. "Senda and Qinghuan will be responsible for the main painting, Zhou Ran will be responsible for the post-production of the pattern and other coordination, and we will be responsible for the market promotion one by one."

"I thought the school hunk was working with us, but it was all for nothing. Turns out he was just here to invest money." Lin Yiyi complained. This meant she couldn't see He Yanlang every day.

Lin Qinghuan comforted him, "You can earn money and gain experience, so why would you want a handsome guy?"

Lin Yiyi nodded as if he understood.

"Does anyone have any questions?" Wei Zhengming asked.

"No more!" everyone responded in unison.

"Thank you for your hard work. It's getting late today. It's hard to get a taxi around here. If you don't want to go back to school, you can go to the front desk on the first floor to register and get your key. Stay overnight and go back tomorrow. I'll reimburse you for the taxi fare."

He Yanlang sat there without moving, watching Lin Qinghuan and three other people discuss whether to go back to the dormitory. In the end, it turned out that only Lin Qinghuan wanted to go back.

"Qinghuan, it's very dangerous for a girl like you to go out so late at night. Let's take a taxi back together tomorrow." The little puppy Luo Zhouran advised. He really wanted Lin Qinghuan to stay.

"No, no, I can get a taxi."

"Then I'll go back with you. It's safer this way." Luo Zhouran suggested.

Not far away, He Yanlang's face fell. Where did this bastard suddenly appear and pick a fight with him?

Wei Zhengming spoke up, "Zhou Ran, you rarely have freedom without your parents to discipline you, so you can just play here with me. I'll drive Qing Huan back home."

"No need, Teacher Wei, I can get a taxi." She refused again and again.

"I called you out, so I must be responsible for your safety?" Lin Qinghuan was stubborn and had to compromise. She got into Wei Zhengming's car and returned to school.