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

A man in a suit followed He Yanlang.

He was just about to take a step towards him when Lin Qinghuan stood up from the sofa behind him and hugged Luo Zhouran from behind, with her head buried in his back, looking very intimate.

He Yanlang only felt his whole body stiff and his breathing was difficult. He could not see Lin Qinghuan's expression, but her hug made the two of them seem more intimate.

He Yanlang smiled with a fake smile, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and he tried his best to suppress the urge to rush up and hit someone, "Excuse me for disturbing you two?"

Luo Zhouran was also surprised by Lin Qinghuan's sudden action. She took the initiative to hug him. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer the living devil opposite her. But Lin Qinghuan behind her took over the conversation and said, "I know I'm disturbing you, why don't you leave?"

Luo Zhouran knew that Lin Qinghuan was on his side. "Senior, why did you suddenly barge in and kick the door so hard? Is this my dad's office?"

He Yanlang glanced at the two of them.

Luo Zhouran's clothes were in disarray, and Lin Qinghuan's clothes behind him were even more messy.

Angry, but he remained calm on the surface.

He turned around and motioned Lin Shen to close the door, then he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit the cigarette with a lighter with a "ding" sound.

He stretched out his long legs and walked straight towards the two people opposite.

Luo Zhouran turned his body, and Lin Qinghuan followed him. He always faced He Yanlang, in a self-defense posture.

Lin Qinghuan knew that her clothes were a mess, but she just didn't tidy them up.

He Yanlang sat on the sofa, his long legs casually folded, one hand on the sofa, the other holding a cigarette, and said nonchalantly, "I heard some noise inside when I passed by, and I was afraid something might happen."

The arrogant and noble man brought an absolute sense of oppression to the two of them.

"Senior, it's nothing, you can leave. This is my dad's office!" Luo Zhouran said.

He Yanlang lowered his head and smiled contemptuously, and flicked the ash into the ashtray.

"Skipping classes and hiding here to do *?" He paused for a moment, even though he knew that during the time he was away, Lin Qinghuan had become involved with the boy in front of him.

At this moment, I saw with my own eyes that the two of them were lying on the sofa in dishevel, kissing and touching each other, and I felt so distressed. She was obviously my own, my own...

He Yanlang took another puff of his cigarette, looked past Luo Zhouran, and said directly in the direction of Lin Qinghuan, "Lin Qinghuan, come out."

It was a commanding tone, and it could not be refused.

He still wanted to hear Lin Qinghuan's explanation.

Luo Zhouran stood in front of Lin Qinghuan, not wanting her to come out.

Lin Qinghuan pulled Luo Zhouran's hand, which in He Yanlang's eyes meant comfort. Then she stood up and stared at He Yanlang.

The clothes are half-undone, revealing a large area of ​​spring scenery.

Has Luo Zhouran touched her?

Luo Zhouran's hand unconsciously rested on Lin Qinghuan's shoulder. Lin Qinghuan did not refuse, but leaned into Luo Zhouran's arms.

It was as if they were just an ordinary couple.

Lin Qinghuan smiled and looked at the evil-looking man in front of him, "What? The Student Union also wants to meddle in other people's private affairs?"

This scene hurt He Yanlang. He laughed at himself, took out a cigarette from his pocket, hunched over, and lit it. Then he sat up straight and looked at Luo Zhouran again. He answered casually, "Whatever."

He Yanlang is very good at not showing his emotions on his face. His face is always calm and composed, as if he has no emotions at all.

He really acts like a feudal patriarch, feeling deeply guilty for breaking up Lin Qinghuan and her lover.

The atmosphere in the air was quite tense. After a brief silence, He Yanlang stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, and Luo Zhouran put his arm around Lin Qinghuan's shoulders and took a few steps back.

He Yanlang's sense of oppression was so strong that it made people feel afraid unconsciously.

He ignored the two of them and walked straight towards the door, "Take care of yourself."

The door was opened and then closed.

He Yanlang is gone.

Lin Qinghuan's tears instantly fell.

"Lin Qinghuan, look..." Luo Zhouran just opened his mouth to call her, lowered his head to look at Lin Qinghuan, and saw her tears flowing down uncontrollably.

Sadness, sadness that was beyond words, wrapped her tightly.

Luo Zhouran could no longer open his mouth. He reached out to hug Lin Qinghuan, but she pushed him away.

Lin Qinghuan said coldly, "Luo Zhouran, if you do this again in the future, don't blame us for not being friends anymore!"

He stood stiffly in place, watching Lin Qinghuan turn around, walk towards the door, and open the door that couldn't be closed in the first place. The door had been kicked out of shape by He Yanlang.

There was such a big commotion, but no one showed up on the entire floor. Luo Zhouran knew it must be He Yanlang's doing.

...

Lin Qinghuan left the office and ran to the stairs on the top floor of the science and technology building and sat down alone.

She knew that He Yanlang came to Professor Luo's office to find her on purpose. He must have gone to their class to check the attendance rate and found out that she had skipped it.

In such a large campus, He Yanlang easily found out her whereabouts and finding her was a piece of cake.

In the face of absolute financial strength and power, she and Luo Zhouran were as small as ants and could be slaughtered at any time.

So it was obviously Luo Zhouran who was forcing her like a madman, but she took the initiative in front of He Yanlang.

First, it was to protect Luo Zhouran, fearing that he would be retaliated by He Yanlang; second and most importantly, she really didn't want to play with He Yanlang anymore, so she just let He Yanlang think that she was the kind of girl who could sleep with anyone.

Luo Zhouran was right. He Yanlang would never touch a woman who had slept with another man. He thought she was dirty.

He Yanlang just left like that, without showing any paranoia or possessiveness.

He should let her go.

Maybe, she could timidly finish this last month of classes, wait for the exams, and then go directly to an off-campus internship next year.

But for some reason, when He Yanlang stood up from the sofa and ignored her and Luo Zhouran, her heart still ached at that moment.

He said, take care of yourself.

Ha ha.

He should take care of himself.

Her biggest mistake was that she really fell in love with this extremely playboy man.

Live it!

*

Lin Shen followed He Yanlang closely, not daring to breathe. He also saw the erotic and ambiguous scene in the office.

The young master has never been humiliated in his life. He is arrogant, noble and otherworldly.

But the girl he loved most was being held down by another man.

No one could stand it.

"Master, the wind on the rooftop is so strong, are you cold? I'll take off my coat and put it on you."

He Yanlang stood in front of the railing, looking down from the science and technology building at the country's most famous university.

He had completed all his subjects a year ago and minored in law. The reason he stayed at Peking University was because of Lin Qinghuan.

"Let Luo Yuming come to see me in the evening."

Luo Yuming is Luo Zhouran's father.

Lin Shen responded.

It was only a matter of time before Luo Zhouran was the target. He could like anyone he wanted, but he had to like Lin Qinghuan. How could it be possible that he was competing with the person in front of him for her?

"Where are He Yanyu and Ouyang Ling?" He Yanlang asked again.

Lin Shen sighed, the young master's awesomeness lies in the fact that even though he was emotionally hurt, he still did not forget to do the right thing.

"We've made preparations. It's 360 degrees with no blind spots, and it's very high definition. We guarantee that they will be captured clearly."

He Yanyu and Ouyang Ling got together when they were abroad, and now they are both in Beijing. How could they miss this opportunity when they are both wild and exciting people?

Lin Shen saw He Yanlang take out another cigarette from his pocket, lowered his head to light it, and raised his head with the cigarette in his mouth. His words were a little vague, "Let me be alone for a while."

Lin Shen was startled, but still spoke boldly, "Master, how about I let this old servant help you solve your problems?"

Lin Shen was full of expectations.

He Yanlang said casually, "Get lost!"

cut.

He walked towards the rooftop exit, but before he reached the door, he saw Lin Qinghuan sitting on the stairs.

Hey.

It’s fate.

But whether or not to tell the young master, there is no guarantee that he will do something beastly in his emotional excitement and make the girl cry again.

Forget it, the master is important.

He turned around again, but before he could walk over, He Yanlang spoke again, "Get lost!"

"Young Master! You'd better turn around and look at me." Lin Shen said.

The people in front were indifferent.

He went on to add, "It's about Miss Lin!"

He Yanlang finally turned his head back with an extremely ugly expression on his face. If Lin Shen couldn't explain it, he would die miserably.

Lin Shen pointed to the exit and said, "Miss Lin is sitting on the stairs inside."