black mandala

He Zhong is playing hide and seek with us. "

He Zhong had probably already thought of it a long time ago, He Qingwen would not be unwarranted of him, but Xiao Muyuan had never figured out why He Qingwen knew what He Zhong was doing, but still didn't move. What are you waiting for?

"What actions will He Qingwen's people take?"

"After He Zhong disappeared, this Weier seems to have withdrawn from tracking, and—"

Li Dongxu paused, looked at Xiao Muyuan, and was about to say something.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Muyuan sensed something was wrong.

"Mr. Xiao—" Li Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief, and said after a moment of pondering, "He Qingwen just—flighted back to the United States."

Xiao Muyuan raised his head abruptly, his brows moved faintly, he stared at Li Dongxu intently, and after a while, he seemed to digest Li Dongxu's words completely.

"Going back—" He murmured softly, put his hands on his body, searched up and down, but couldn't find what he wanted, and then realized that the cigarettes were not on his body, but in the pocket of his coat.

No omen, no farewell, no word left—

He Qingwen went so decisively——

In other words, in He Qingwen's heart, he, Xiao Muyuan, might really not be worth mentioning at all. He was isolated outside his circle, and he would never be able to enter his world.

"Mr. Xiao?" Li Dongxu tried to call him softly.

"Eh?" Xiao Muyuan was stunned for a moment, "Well, it's okay, let's do this first, let people continue to track down He Zhong's whereabouts, and let me know as soon as possible."

Li Dongxu nodded, "Then, Mr. Xiao, I'll go first."

"it is good!"

Li Dongxu left, Xiao Muyuan stood at the door, still thinking.

Maybe he was wrong in the first place.

He Qingwen came back for revenge, as long as he still hated him in his heart, he would choose to stay.

But he has been doing things that run counter to each other. He wants to resolve the hatred between him and He Qingwen, wants to untangle this knot, and wants to face him peacefully.

Thought that there is no hatred, they can get closer, but in fact, the two will only go further and further apart.

No matter what the result is, there will always be a river that cannot be crossed between him and He Qingwen.

This is fate, and they are destined not to meet each other.

He turned his head and saw Luo Jing lying on the sofa, having fallen into a deep sleep.

So, quietly walked back to the living room.

What a ridiculous fetter, this woman who has no blood relationship with him, whose relationship is inextricably complicated and unclear, and who even had a murderous revenge, is now his only relative.

yes!No matter how fragmented it is, it is still a home.

Other than that, he, Xiao Muyuan - has nothing.

☆, reunion

?JFK Airport in New York is still brilliant and crowded.

The appearance of He Qingwen attracted a lot of attention. As soon as he stepped off the plane, more than a dozen people surrounded him.

"Mr. Devon, welcome back!"

"Mr. Devon is very lucky!"

"The journey is exhausting, Mr. Devon—" "Welcome back, young master!"

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in a deacon uniform came up and bowed deeply to He Qingwen.

He Qingwen bowed his head slightly to this man and nodded, "Please, Huo De."

He is the steward of the manor, Howard War*, a special existence who has been dubbed the surname of War*.

He is different from others, he calls He Qingwen the young master, and in the whole manor, Huo De is the only one who calls him that, because he is the older generation of the Wo* family, and He Qingwen's identity is Doug Lang's adopted son , so this person's attitude can directly affect He Qingwen's status in the manor.

Doug Lang was very thoughtful.

After Huo De greeted He Qingwen, he took a step back and followed him, ready to listen to his orders at any time.

Walking out of the airport and getting into the car, Weier sat in the co-pilot, and Huo De sat in the back with He Qingwen.

The elongated Cadillac was on the way to the manor, and the convoy of guards almost occupied the entire street.

Obviously told Doug Lang not to make the reception so grand, but he just likes to greet him.

Knowing this, it would be better to follow his advice and let Wo*'s private jet pick him up, which would be much better than the current situation.

This bastard, must he attract a lot of attention!

"Where's Dougron?"

He Qingwen was a little surprised when he didn't see Doug Lang appearing at the airport crazily.

As for He Qingwen calling Doug Lang by his name, everyone seemed to be no longer surprised.

"The master is in the manor, but he has confessed that he will send you to see your mother first, or you can go back to see him after dinner."

"Oh?"

For him, this situation is obviously not normal.

What trick is Doug Lang playing?

The car entered from the south gate of the manor, passed through the strict security zone, and drove to the garden area of ​​the manor.

The environment here is the best in the whole manor, and it is also very quiet. Doug Lang Yujuan arranged here and gave him the best care.

In fact, no matter from which aspect, He Qingwen should thank Doug Lang, if——

If the two of them hadn't started that way, maybe everyone would have been better off.

Without coercion or humiliation, his heart would be easier than it is now.

The car stopped in front of a small independent building, and as the door slammed shut, the figure of the person standing in the living room also shook.

He Qingwen walked to the door, and that person followed suit.

"Mom—" He Qingwen stepped forward, hugging Yujuan tightly in his arms, "Mom, I'm back!"

"Son!" Yu Juan couldn't restrain her excitement, and buried her head in He Qingwen's arms.

I still remember that a few years ago, the person who performed this action was still an immature kid, but today, the roles are reversed.

Yu Juan leaned on her son and hugged her tightly. The person in front of her was the whole of her life and her mountain.

Without him, her life in this world would be meaningless.

The two mother and son hug each other, neither need to confide nor cry, wait for a long time, what they expect is to see each other's well-being with their own eyes.

Body language trumps everything else, and it's all in the silence.

After a long time, the two separated while supporting each other's shoulders. Yu Juan took He Qingwen's hand and walked into the living room.

The furnishings in the hall are extremely luxurious, with all kinds of items.

It seems that Doug Lang really puts his heart into it.

Yu Juan took He Qingwen's hand and walked to the innermost side of the hall, which is near the stove and is the warmest place in the room.

A bright red flame rose from the stove, reflecting the red light on people's faces.

Yu Juan smiled and touched He Qingwen's face, "Well, nothing seems to have changed."

He Qingwen said with a smile, "Mom, I've only been away for more than half a year, what can change."

"Won't it change after more than half a year? When you were young, you often looked the same when you went away, and you looked the same when you came back. The changes were so fast back then!"

He Qingwen laughed twice, "Mom, you said that was when I was a child. After I turned 20, my appearance hasn't changed."

"Why hasn't it changed? It has changed—a lot."

Yu Juan still remembered the situation when they first came to the United States. He Qingwen changed almost overnight, became mature, and no longer liked to laugh.

He used to be such a kid who loved to laugh, and his smile was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Yu Juan held He Qingwen's hand, and caressed the palm of his hand carefully.

This child's hand is delicate and slender, with ten pointed fingers, it is even more beautiful than a woman's hand. Even a mother can't get enough of it from childhood to adulthood.

She likes to see these hands, dancing and tapping on the black and white staggered piano keys, and only at that moment can she see the most beautiful expression on her son's face.

"Son, mom hasn't heard you play the piano for a long time, play a song for mom, okay?"

But He Qingwen put on a bitter face on purpose, and said, "Although I'm very hungry and I don't have much energy, but it's alright! As long as Mom is happy!"

Yu Juan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that her son was acting like a baby, and immediately smiled and gave him a light thump, "You——Okay, okay, let's eat first!"

"Well, it's been a long time since I ate the dishes made by Mom, what delicious food did you cook today—"

"It's all your favorite food, you greedy cat—"

The two mother and son laughed and walked into the restaurant.

At the dinner table, you come and go, and the two mother and son chat while eating. Although there are only two of them at the dinner table, it seems that the small building in this manor has not been so lively for a long time.

In winter, it seems that it is no longer so cold!

*****

The main house of the manor is in the center of the whole manor, which is a traditional European castle-style building.

At night, the place is still brightly lit, just like daytime. From a distance, it looks like a white temple of heaven, located in the world.

Doug Lang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows all night. From here, he could immediately see anything that happened in front of the main gate of the main house.

It is already eight o'clock.

He took out the pocket watch in his coat pocket, opened it for a glance, then quickly closed the cover, and then started pacing back and forth in front of the French windows again.

"Why so long?" He muttered in a low voice, folded his arms around his chest, and kept looking out of the French windows.

Sitting on the sofa, Mansi was obviously much calmer than he was. She casually smoked a cigarette, trimmed her red nails, and laughed at Dougron's behavior from time to time.

"I said brother, calm down, you can only let Diven beat you even harder, look at him now, he is almost climbing on top of you!"

Doug Lang ignored her and let her talk to herself.

Mancie was also used to his ignoring, whether he wanted to hear it or not, as long as she was happy, she would keep talking.

"If you want him to come back earlier, just make a phone call. Why bother to let yourself be so restless all night." She glanced at Doug Lang, sighed, and continued, "You man, want to To be a love saint, to help their mother and child reunite after a long absence, I don't necessarily accept your love, maybe at this time, I have already forgotten you to the horizon."

She took another look at Dougron's reaction, and found that he was already frowning impatiently. Knowing that her words had touched his itchy spot, she laughed secretly in her heart.

The head of the Wo* family, Mr. Douglan Wo*, this man who can easily destabilize the American economy, is invincible in the tide of business, fearless, and doesn't care about anything, but the only thing he cares about is that he is in that world. position in people's hearts.

"Okay, my brother, let's call him and ask him to come back. I've already said that you indulged him too much—"

"That's enough, Mansi—" Doug Lang roared in a low voice, his eyes swept towards her viciously, and the blue pupils gradually turned dark blue. "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind. I don't care how you mess around with me when you're usually outside. But, Diven—you'd better think about the consequences of touching him."

Seeing Dougron's fierce reaction, Mansi was stunned for a moment, and then instead of being afraid, she burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, brother—" She clutched her aching stomach from laughing, a little out of breath, "My dear brother, look at you, look! You have let yourself go so far just because of a man. What a shame!" She slowly put away her smile, and snorted coldly, "I'm your own sister, am I not as important as a hair of his hair compared to your baby? You really make me sad!"

"For the last time, don't compare Diven to any of your fucking bitches out there."

"Yes, your Diven is extremely noble, but so what? You have pressed him on the bed countless times for two years, and you have done all kinds of things, but in the end what have you got? Humph!" Mansi stood up, about to burn The exhausted cigarette butts were pressed on the back of the sofa that he had just sat on, and he twisted it fiercely on it as if venting, smelling the burning smell of the leather after being scalded, enjoying this sadistic pleasure/sensation.

Doug Lang watched her go crazy, sniffed and dismissed her.

But her words were like a needle, and every sentence pierced his heart.

"I really hope you wake up earlier, my brother! You saw it too. I told him about the women living in your villa, but what about his reaction?" She took off her red leather shoes that were covered with soot , kicked aside, gritted his teeth and said, "He doesn't care at all—"

"Mancy, I warn you again, this is between me and Diven, you don't need to meddle in my own business!"

"But, brother—"

Mansi walked towards Dougran with bare feet, wanting to continue to fight with him. At this moment, a beam of strong and dazzling light shot over, and the front of the French windows was suddenly white.

Doug Lang turned around and ran out without hesitation.

☆, dirty

?The car stopped in front of the gate of the main house, and Huo De got out of the car first to open the door for He Qingwen.

He Qingwen got out of the car, his white clothes looked extraordinarily bright under the dazzling lights.

Still came back, came back to face this cage, face Doug Lang.

He sighed softly, turned around and gave instructions to Hodder, "Tell Doug Lang that I'm tired, so I'll go back to my room first."

Huo De gave him a slight bow, and was about to respond, but was cut off by a "clang" sound.

Everyone was startled by the sudden noise and turned their heads one after another.

The door of the main house was pushed open roughly, making a loud noise.

People saw Dougron panting heavily, quickly searching among the vehicles with his usual dark eyes.

Then his eyes converged and he found his target.

"master--"

"President—"

Everyone bowed their heads to salute him, waiting for orders. When they raised their heads again, they found that Dougron had quickly walked in front of the white figure. Then, with a low cry, the white figure flickered, She was carried on the shoulders by that crazy man, and carried into the mansion eagerly by him.

All the people standing outside the door looked at each other, raised eyebrows, shrugged, and then left.

"Dougron, what are you doing, are you crazy? Put me down!"

He Qingwen hung upside down on Dougerang's shoulders, feeling that the world was spinning, and he tried hard to break free, but he couldn't find a point of strength.

So he could only push Douglang's back with one hand to make himself face up as much as possible, and clenched his hand into a fist, not daring to hammer his back too hard.

"Can't you hear? Hey! Bastard!"

"Honey, save your energy and wait until you yell."

Doug Lang laughed and said, he was very excited, and no matter how surprised the servants in the house were, he ran from the first floor to the third floor with He Qingwen on his shoulders, then walked to the end of the corridor, and kicked open the door of the bedroom. door.

He Qingwen only felt that the ground and the roof exchanged positions in an instant, and then his back touched the soft mattress, he jumped and lay back on the bed again.

The dizziness was still there, but he suddenly felt that the weight on his body had increased a lot, making He Qingwen almost out of breath.

He took a quick breath, coughed lightly, and opened his eyes, just in time to see Dougron's face, close at hand, staring at him intently.

"Are you - why are you crazy?" He Qingwen slightly annoyed, raised his arms to block the glaring light from above his head.

Doug Lang lay on his body, almost face to face, breathing heavily on He Qingwen's face, with a faint smell of red wine, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Diven—" he called He Qingwen foolishly, his voice extremely gentle.

"I can't stand you!"

Unable to bear Douglang's scorching gaze, He Qingwen subconsciously turned his eyes aside.

However, Doug Lang laughed wildly a few times, propped up his upper body, and sat down on He Qingwen's body instead, and then began to reach out to undo the tie and buttons around his neck.

He's hot all over now, he's seething, he's burning—

"Wait—wait a minute!"

Seeing that Doug Lang had started to fall into a state of madness again, He Qingwen quickly raised his upper body to stop him.

But Douglang was even faster. He lowered his body and blocked He Qingwen's voice with his lips.

The two light pink thin lips were wrapped by fiery lips and tongues, and Douglang sucked, bit, and kept pulling/touching with his teeth.

After a while, He Qingwen felt that his lips were a little numb, congested, and swollen to the point of numbness, so he could only slightly open his mouth to relieve the numbness.

Douglang had invaded enough of his lips, and took advantage of this moment to continue to probe in. He used his tongue to pry open He Qingwen's tightly closed teeth, and then penetrated all the way into his mouth, sweeping passionately inside, not letting go of every single one. corner.

The tongue is entangled with each other, the mouth is stimulated by the senses, and more body fluid is produced, and the sound of squeaks from the two mouths is even more lustful and harsh in this large and quiet room.

The overflowing body fluid flowed down the corner of the mouth, forming a shallow watermark.

He Qingwen was a little choked, he groaned, and then reached out his hand to push Doug Lang's face regardless.

"Don't move—baby!" Dougron took his resisting hand, twisted it upward, and pressed it above his head.

"Ahem——" He Qingwen swallowed his saliva, and panted, "Let me go—" He took advantage of the gap in his speech to twist his body, but instead let Doug Lang take advantage of the loophole.

Dougron took the opportunity to push one of his legs with his knee, then twisted his lower body and squeezed desperately between the two legs he wanted to join.

That proud hard thing was clamoring, even through two layers of trousers, He Qingwen could clearly feel that the blood-filled hard muscle was standing straight and ready to attack at any time.

He Qingwen stared at him with wide eyes, "Can't you wait? I've been on a plane for two days, and I haven't showered since I got back! I'm so dirty!"

"It's all your fault for coming back so late!"

He Qingwen was taken aback, "Didn't you tell me to come back after dinner?" Then he narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "You capricious villain!"

"That's right, I promised, but—you're slow to die! I'm going to punish you!" Doug Lang panted roughly, his eyes full of greedy desire.

He Qingwen glared at him with eyes full of anger, trying to pull out his clasped hands, but Douglang's strength was too great, his wrists were clenched tightly, the more he wanted to use more force, Breaking free, the more the hand is twisted, it almost looks like it will be broken.

He Qingwen let out a low snort in pain, and this sound was like a kind of temptation. Doug Lang's eyes sank, and his face immediately moved closer.

The target was his mouth, but He Qingwen shook his head vigorously, making it difficult for Doug Lang to catch him, so Doug Lang didn't care which part of his face was under his mouth, and kissed it randomly.

It's just that, still unable to capture what he wanted, Douglang was a little out of control by the desire/fire, his lower body moved involuntarily, and pushed him hard.

"Hmm—" He Qingwen couldn't help but hum when he was suddenly hit by a strong impact.

Right at this moment-

There was a light cough at the door, followed by the sound of tapping on the door with knuckles.

Dougron turned his head abruptly, and found Mansi standing at the door with his arms folded in a leisurely manner.

"Brother, don't you close the door when you do this kind of thing? You are so bold!" She raised her eyebrows, looking forward to a good show.

"Why are you still here? Get out of here, get out—"

Doug Lang lifted his upper body from He Qingwen, and yelled at her with dark eyes.

Manxi didn't take it seriously, and waved her hand at He Qingwen fearlessly, "Diven? Are you still alive? Hehehe——" She covered her mouth and let out a strange laugh. Her voice echoed in the empty bedroom, and it was shocking Feel weird.

Doug Lang was so angry that he turned over and stood up, ran to Mansi in two or three steps, grabbed her arm and walked out.

"Hey, I haven't said hello to Diven yet!" Mansi was dragged all the way downstairs by Doug Lang, and then kicked out by Doug Lang.

"Someone-"

"Master—" Hodder came out from nowhere.

Doug Lang stared at Manxi, and said in a cold voice, "From now on, within half a year, don't let her step into my manor, don't let her dirty feet step on my ground!"

Huo De was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded, "Yes, master!"

"What—why are you doing this to me? I'm your own sister, you bastard—" Mancy screamed, snarling at Dougron's back as he turned and walked through the door, "Dougran, you Bastard!"

Although it is not clear why the two brothers and sisters turned their faces again, no matter what the reason, Doug Lang's order will always be the first and will be executed immediately.

Doug Lang's figure disappeared again on the stairs, Hodder looked at Mansi, and then made an invitation gesture to her, but this invitation was to ask her to leave.

"Miss Mancy!"

Panting heavily, Mancy gritted her teeth at Hodder, "Cut—" angrily knocked off his hand, and then walked out.

"Miss Muncie, wait—"

"What else?" Mansi turned around angrily.

At this time Hodder snapped his fingers, and a maid came out.

"Go into the parlour, and get Miss Muncy's shoes." Then added, "Don't disturb your master!"

"Yes!" The maid walked back into the house.

Hearing Huo De's words, Manci realized that her feet were cold. When she lowered her head, she saw that her feet were still bare, and then she remembered that she took off her shoes in the living room just now.

It's no fun standing barefoot on the ground in December.

Mancy let out a long sigh, and looked towards the French windows in Dougran's bedroom.

For a man who doesn't love him, he threw out his own sister like trash, Doug Lang, is this how you treat yourself as a brother?

Hehe, maybe they are born enemies, because they are so much alike as brother and sister, they are both possessive monsters.

They have the same personality and the same preferences, so Doug Lang deeply knows what kind of trouble her existence is for him.

"Hmph! My feet are dirty—and yours? My brother!"

Who in the entire Wo* family is clean, from the heart to the body, inside and out, everything--terribly dirty.

That's why you fell in love with that clean soul, He Qingwen - an angel who fell from heaven.

But, please don't forget, my brother, who has been in hell for a long time, is pure - and will be defiled!

snort!

"Miss Mancy!"

Mansi heard Hodder's soft call, lowered her head, and saw Hodder lowered his body, squatting in front of her, holding her dazzling red leather shoes with one hand, and touched her heel with the other hand.

"Miss Mancy, please take care of yourself, sir, I won't be really angry with you!"

Mansi frowned slightly, followed Hodder's hand, and put her feet into her shoes.

"Hodder, how long have you been at W*'s house?"

"I've been here since I was eight years old, 35 years." Hodder stood up, bowed his body, lowered his head, and didn't look at Mansi.

Mansi took a step forward, next to Hodder, stretched out his hand, and brushed his back hair that had been combed for a long time.

"Miss Muncie?" Hodder took a step back in surprise.

Mansi smiled, looked at him now, and said, "You look much younger this way!" He waved his hands and turned around, "Goodbye! Huo De!"

"Good-bye! Mancy--Miss!"

☆, change

? When Dougron returned to the bedroom, the person lying on the bed had disappeared, leaving only a wrinkle, which proved that they had indeed been lingering on it just now.

However, He Qingwen didn't leave, and Doug Lang could feel his breath.

Turning to hear the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom, Doug Lang saw a moonlight gold silk tie lying on the door of the bathroom.

So he also walked to the bathroom door and began to undress.

His clothes were scattered all over the floor, and he walked into the bathroom naked/naked.

The bathroom was sprayed with water, and there was some heat just now. The time was too short, and the water mist hadn't risen yet. He Qingwen turned his back to the door of the bathroom, and Doug Lang, who pushed the door open, could see his naked body in full view. .

He walked over, hugged He Qingwen from behind, put his lips on the back of his neck, and kissed him lightly all the way to his butterfly bone.

He Qingwen sighed, "Wait a minute, I——haven't washed it yet!"

Doug Lang snorted softly, responded to him, and began to walk over He Qingwen's body with his hands, slowly scrubbing him with water along the texture of his skin.

He gently rubbed He Qingwen's chest with his hands, feeling the delicateness and smoothness of his skin.

Body to body, Dougerang's firm/stiff object was tightly attached to He Qingwen's back, but he tried his best to restrain his desire/desire, and kept forbearing, enduring the unrelenting pain , did not rush in like before, which made He Qingwen feel a little surprised.

"Douglang—" He Qingwen called him softly.

Doug Lang put his face on the back of his neck, closed his eyes, and lightly abused those sensitive areas on He Qingwen's body with the tip of his tongue and kisses. He deliberately intensified his breath, with a provocative and provocative meaning.

"Diven, why did you come back early? Is something wrong?"

He Qingwen was slightly taken aback, then shook his head, "No, why? Don't you want me to come back sooner?"

Dougron licked/touched his earlobe lightly, "Hope, it's just—feel weird."

He Qingwen paused for a moment, pulled his hand away, glanced at him, and then stepped into the hot tub that had been filled with hot water.

"Diven!" Dougron also stepped in, supported his chin with his hands, and asked with a chuckle, "Are you angry?"

"Doug Lang, your suspiciousness annoys me!" He Qingwen frowned and slapped Doug Lang's hand away.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you! Nothing else."

He Qingwen bit his lip and turned his head away.

Doug Lang chuckled, took He Qingwen's hand, crossed his fingers, and dragged him to sit in the bathtub together.

The two of them sat in the water, and Dougron's hand began to swim unscrupulously around his body. He moved his hand along his lower back to his chest, touched the two bumps on his chest, and rubbed it. After a while, he clearly felt its changes, so under the physiological provocation, Dougron's lower body/body swelled even more, trembling and twitching slightly.

Although a little impatient, this body has been in a state of abstinence for several months, any casual touch will cause a physiological reaction.

He Qingwen bit his lip, enduring the sensory stimulation brought by Doug Lang's hand, holding his erection part, and pulling him up and down.

"Ah—hmm—" he couldn't help moaning/groaning, igniting the desire/fire that Dougron had endured to the limit.

Doug Lang supported him and let him straddle his body.

He frowned, and said with a painful expression, "I'm sorry baby, I can't help it, I—— I'm going in!"

The thick fog in the bathroom has risen, and He Qingwen's eyes have already revealed a misty watery light, but he doesn't want Dougron to see that he has the same desire for this desire, so he closes his eyes, bites He raised his body slightly with his lips drawn.

There was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and soon there were bursts of panting and humming.

In the empty and silent space, there are clear echoes of various voices, like the collision of flesh and spirit, like the roar of wild beasts rushing out of the cage, shouting, struggling, and venting——

In the fog, it is no longer clear what is water, what is sweat, and what is the liquid that burst out again and again with passion.

Dougron changed different bodies/positions again and again, and entered the place so tight that he flew up to the clouds again and again.

His huge size and amazing physical strength can always easily turn He Qingwen upside down. At the same time, he has been abstaining from sexual intercourse for several months. Even though he has tried his best to control it, he is afraid of causing a burden to He Qingwen's body, but every time it is an afterthought. Only then did he realize that his self-control was limited, and He Qingwen almost fainted a few times.

He didn't want to hurt him, he just wanted to hug him, and wanted He Qingwen to merge with him and never be separated.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, resisted the thought of wanting again, and picked up He Qingwen who was lying in the water.

"I'm sorry, Diven!" He kissed He Qingwen, who was already drowsy, and lightly kissed his ravaged lips that were as red as blood.

He carried him out of the bathtub, wrapped him in a bathrobe, sent him back to the bedroom, and lay on the bed with him.

"Diven, I'm so happy, I'm looking forward to it every day, I hope you can come back to me as soon as possible, let me touch you, kiss you, let me feel your real existence, and only you can hold you in my arms At this moment, I can truly appreciate the happiness and joy of having you." He put his arms around his head, wrapped him in his arms, and then gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

He Qingwen's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly. He lifted his heavy eyelids and opened them a thin slit. What he saw was Doug Lang's strong chest.

Then he leaned his head in, next to Dougron, and opened his eyes again.

Doug Lang didn't let go of this subtle movement, he was almost ecstatic, his arms around He Qingwen tightened suddenly, and he chuckled happily.

"Sleep, baby! From tomorrow on, I'll try to change myself. Let's start over, shall we?"

He lowered his head and saw that He Qingwen had his eyes closed peacefully, and he was breathing steadily and evenly, so he raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

A dreamless night, waking up to the scent of flowers and the sound of birdsong outside the window.

He Qingwen's sleeping position had hardly changed all night, but when he woke up, he found that his surroundings were surprisingly empty.

Doug Lang didn't hold onto his body as usual and refused to let go, and he disappeared early in the morning.

He Qingwen propped up his upper body vigorously with his arms. Apart from a feeling of being broken in his waist, the pain in his body was not that strong.

He leaned on his waist and walked step by step to the bathroom, almost exhausting all his strength.When standing in front of the sink, his legs were still shaking.

fine!He saw in the mirror that there were no unnecessary marks on his body except for two purple hickey marks on his collarbone and a shallow tooth mark.

This is a bit unlike Doug Lang's style!

still--

yes!There is another woman living in the villa, even if he is not there, Doug Lang still has a place to satisfy his desires.

Did he finally—figure it out?

Find a woman and have a child?

But why?Don't bring that woman to the manor?Wouldn't that be more convenient!

And last night—

Doug Lang asked him why he came back early, but he couldn't answer.

Yes, why did he come back early, what did he come back to avoid?

He fled back almost in a panic, what exactly was he trying to avoid?

The faucet was wide open, and the water was rushing. He Qingwen silently watched the water fill the washbasin, turned off the faucet, and plunged into it.

He closed his eyes and felt the water overflowing his face. The pressure of the water forced him to temporarily stop breathing, and his brain went blank at this moment.

Floating and sinking, like being in a chaos, ignorant, unconscious, and insensitive.

"Diven—"

At the same time as a roar, a hand pulled him out of the washbasin, causing him to fall to the ground, his wet hair flicked into a beautiful arc, and the water dripped all over the man.

"Diven, what are you doing?"

Doug Lang stared at He Qingwen in horror, covered his slightly dazed face with his hands, then suddenly hugged his head and stuffed it into his arms.

"Cough-cough-Dougron