The Vicious Villain is Beauty and the Strong [Quick Transmigration]

He Qing was locked in the room by Lin Qingyu at night. Lin Qingyu came to give him medicine once, but he never came again.

The phone was thrown by Lin Qingyu on the side of the road, and now he can only pass the boring time in a daze.

He Qing lamented to the system: I hope this kind of life can last a little longer.

System: [The player is about to leave this world, please don't indulge too much in the virtual world. 】

He Qing shook his head, opened the window, and there was a person standing under the window.

Isn't that Lin Qingyu?

What is he doing down there?

In the middle of the night... Could it be that the room is too stuffy, so go out to get some air?

He Qing opened his mouth, but the name "Lin Qingyu" was stuck in his throat and could not be called out.

Forget it... Lin Qingyu should be very worried now, right?

He Qing lay on the window and stared at Lin Qingyu quietly. Suddenly, the back of that perfect head moved, and He Qing bumped into the man before he could react in time.

"Ah..." He Qing hastily closed the window, his heart was beating rapidly, his palms were cold, and the veins on his face twitched.

"Why was the look in your eyes so scary just now?" He Qing muttered to himself, and he had to follow the plot tomorrow, hoping that people would be fine tomorrow.

After being caught by Lin Qingyu... He Qing didn't dare to think about it.

After expending too much energy during the day, He Qing was struggling to hold on, and fell asleep immediately after his body touched the bed.

The next day, he felt something teasing his neck, he moved his fingers, and kept shrinking back.

The itch came from under the skin, and every tick made him want to jump up and hit someone.It's a pity that the two eyelids are stuck together, and I can't wake up, I can't open them, and I can't lift my hands.

Moaning and leaning against this man, smelling the familiar smell of tobacco in his nose, He Qing felt a little uncomfortable, wrinkled his face, tore his body from the man in disgust, and fell on the bed.

After bouncing on the bed twice, He Qing found a good position and fell asleep again.

Suddenly there was a hand on his face, moving randomly on his face, and entered the collar along the arc of his neck.

He Qing twisted his body, not wanting the man to do anything wrong to him,

"Don't move." The man's voice was very pleasant, but it was too far away, as if it came from the sky, and the rustling was very magnetic.

"Don't move." He Qing held the man's hand in a daze, and rubbed his face on it, "Don't move, I still have to sleep."

"He Qing." The man's voice sank into the frost of ten thousand years, and He Qing wanted to shiver in the cold.

"stand up."

Why is this voice so familiar?

He Qing was startled, and he pulled himself together, opened his eyes, and the man's face slowly entered his eyes.

Lin Qingyu?

He Qing patted his head, how could he forget, he was locked up by Lin Qingyu.

"Don't come here!" He Qing panicked and hid at the head of the bed, covering his chest, his face was pale and his lips were chapped.

Lin Qingyu actually did those things to him yesterday... Lin Qingyu actually...

"Put on your clothes." Lin Qingyu lifted her chin, pointed to the clothes placed beside the bed, "It's not that you said you were going to He Xinran's funeral."

He Qing's sanity recovered a little bit, and after seeing the black suit on the bed clearly, he turned his head slowly, "Thank you."

Lin Qingyu said: "You're welcome, just listen to me obediently from now on."

He Qing looked pained, and his body tensed up even more, taking a defensive posture.

Lin Qingyu said: "You haven't changed it yet, are you waiting for me to wear it for you?"

He Qing hurriedly picked up his clothes, tore open the packing bag and stuffed them on his body.

"I'll wear it myself, thank you." He Qing's movements were chaotic, and he put it on in a mess.

Taking off the shirt on his body, the red mark on the skin is very conspicuous, every bluish-purple trace, every ambiguous color block, all show that He Qing is his man.

Lin Qingyu's eyes gradually darkened.

Pulling He Qing's arm, Lin Qingyu easily held He Qing's hand in the palm, and the other hand clamped one end of the clothes, and He Qing's head was stuck in the collar.Lin Qingyu tugged at one end of the collar.Little by little, he pulled down along the direction of He Qing's neck.

He Qing tried to struggle, but Lin Qingyu's strength was far stronger than his. He Qing felt the backlash of his strength when he moved, which made him gasp.

"Lin Qingyu... let me go." He said through gritted teeth.

Lin Qingyu let go of He Qing's wrist, He Qing heaved a sigh of relief, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him.

Those overly good-looking hands moved and stretched out to his chest.

He Qing reflexively stretched out his hand to block it, but heard Lin Qingyu laughing lightly.

He opened his eyes, and Lin Qingyu's eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.

"So afraid of me?" After Lin Qingyu sneered, the corners of her mouth curled into a long thin line, and her eyes were even more icy cold.

He Qing calmed down and said, "I... I can do it myself."

Lin Qingyu smiled cruelly, grabbed the tie on the bed, grabbed He Qing's hands, and tied He Qing's hands with a blue tie.

"What are you doing?" He Qing stretched out his hand, but Lin Qingyu grabbed his hand firmly, unable to escape even an inch.

"Don't move," Lin Qingyu moved closer and closer, her fair face was so close, He Qing could feel the other person's breath teasing her.

"One more move, and I'll kill you."

He Qing: ...you can't ask for it.

"You!" He Qing gritted his teeth, staring straight at Lin Qingyu with hateful eyes.

Lin Qingyu dressed He Qing, because of Lin Qingyu's threat, He Qing sat obediently without moving.

In fact... the system is constantly reminding him not to ooc.

Otherwise, how could He Qing waste this great opportunity...

Although Lin Qingyu spoke harshly, her movements were extremely gentle when dressing him.

He Qing raised his head, Lin Qingyu undid two buttons on the front of his shirt, and buried his delicate collarbone under the shirt, constantly seducing He Qing.

The string called reason in He Qing's brain bounced -- it broke.

[The player's emotional instability is detected, please control the player in time! 】

He Qing seemed at a loss, and slowly stretched out his hand.

[Zi——] A sharp contention pierced through He Qing's brain.

He Qing: ... What are you doing?

MD, my mind is full of echoes of this ghost's voice.

He raised his eyes and looked at the ridiculously handsome man in front of him, moved his fingers, and instantly withered.

There were not many people at the funeral. Since the He family went bankrupt, few people cared about the He family.

He Xinran passed away, and no one would care.

What He Qing was waiting for was this day, he just wanted to see how He Xinran died with his own eyes, and who would cry for him after he died.

He followed Lin Qingyu into the church.

There were not many people, and He Qing saw Nanmen Hui and He Miao at a glance.

The expressions of the two were very relieved, without any sadness at all, as if the one lying on it was just a stranger.

After the bankruptcy of the He family, Nanmenhui brought He Miao back to the Nan family. He Xinran lived alone all the time. This time when He Xinran died, Nanmenhui had to bring her daughter to his funeral.

Lin Qingyu held He Qing's hand and walked towards the two people.

Nanmenhui was originally absent-minded, but when she saw Lin Qingyu walking towards her, she immediately regained her energy.

These years, Lin Qingyu has become the leader of the business circle, and she often heard her brother mention Lin Qingyu's name at home.

Logically speaking, she can also be regarded as Lin Qingyu's elder, and she has met Lin Qingyu before, so Lin Qingyu will not disrespect her, right?

Taking a step back, Lin Qingyu's ability to come to He Xinran's funeral today shows that Lin Qingyu still has a little impression of them.

"Mr. Lin..." The smile on his face froze.

He Qing...? !Why is he here?

Nanmenhui's mind collapsed, her face distorted, "He Qing? Do you still have the face to come back?"

"Mother." He Qing came out from behind Lin Qingyu.

The relatives who came today are distant relatives and neighbors of the He family, and some are from the Nan family.

Know more or less what happened that year.

If it weren't for He Qing, who is a foodie, how could the He family go bankrupt?

"Get out of here! You still have the face to see your father!"

"Xinran died and you didn't let him go! You goddamn loser! How much misfortune did the He family have to give birth to such a prodigal son like you?!"

He Qing endured everyone's disdainful gazes and wanton insults, and Lin Qingyu who was on the side never found out to say a word for him.

"Mom, calm down." He Miao grabbed Nanmen Hui and said smoothly for Nanmen Hui: "He Qing just wants to see Dad for the last time, so don't be angry."

"Where's his face?!" Nanmen Hui glared at He Qing viciously, she pointed her finger at He Qing's nose, "Your father was killed by him! He came here just to see what your father has You're not dead! If it wasn't for him, you would still be He's princess now! He ran away with the He family's money and left the mess to our mother and son, and you still speak for him?!"

"Mother... I'm sorry."

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry now?!" Nanmen Hui pulled the wooden stick off the ground and threw it at He Qing's body.

He Qing didn't hide, the wooden stick hit his body, He Qing didn't feel any pain or humiliation.

Nanmenhui was right, he just came to see if He Xinran was dead.

Only when he saw He Xinran die with his own eyes, could he feel at ease.

"But I don't regret it." He Qing said: "I did all of these, and I just want He Xinran to die."

"You wolf-hearted thing!" The man stepped forward and grabbed He Qing's collar, and slammed his fist hard on He Qing's face.

One punch can ruin a person's face.

He Qing closed his eyes, waiting for the punch to come.

Suddenly a hand was blocked in front of his eyes.

He Qing was startled, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Lin Qingyu's frosty face.

"You..." He Qing lost his voice, "I deserve this."

"Don't help me."

Lin Qingyu let go of the man's hand, with a dark complexion, and said sternly, "You are mine."

He Qing saw someone winking at him not far away.

Is that the one who came to pick him up?