black mandala

, Hodder. "

The door was opened, and Howard walked in from outside.

"What time is it, Howard?"

"It's ten o'clock in the morning, master."

Huo De walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the sun was shining brightly, filling the whole room.

Two days back, two days in bed, with Doug Lang, he always felt exhausted.

"Dougron, is he - is he back?"

Huo De was slightly taken aback, "Master, I only went out in the morning."

morning?That's right, no one will come to the room except him, and they will hug him to bed.

But why is there no trace of staying overnight?

Already—beginning to be disliked?

Because of his refusal, because of his ignorance.

Moreover, facing an extremely awkward person like him, Dougron's patience with him can be said to have exceeded the limit of a normal person.

That's fine, isn't this the desired result?

hehe!It's ridiculous, yesterday I was still swearing, but today I am as indifferent as frost.

The world—how fast it is changing!

Sure enough, nothing is believable!

"Master, do you want to go for a walk today?"

He Qingwen was stunned, "Aren't I forbidden to leave this room?"

"No, there is no such order." Hodder shook his head.

"Oh! Really!" He Qingwen hissed heavily, but he didn't feel excited at all.

Walk, where can he go?

Where is his homeland?

No piece of land in the huge manor belongs to him, he is just a crab living in someone else's shell.

Without the shell, he would be eaten and his body would be torn apart by the waves.

He is so soft, so fragile!

Only then did he realize that his world had always been in Doug Lang's hands.

☆, indifferent

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao——"

Li Dongxu yelled several times in a row, and Xiao Muyuan finally realized it. He glanced at Li Dongxu, and then flicked the cigarette ash that was about to fall from his hand.

"Mr. Xiao, Miss Rong has come to work."

"Oh? Is Rong Shiming's illness better?"

Li Dongxu shook his head, "Not yet. Although it hasn't gotten worse, it hasn't gotten better. It seems that he is slowly working hard."

Xiao Muyuan sighed, "Money debts are easy to pay off, but conscience debts are hard to pay off!"

Rong Shiming is punishing himself. His 30-year relationship has been squandered by him. Not only has he lost everything, but he also suffers from conscience condemnation all the time. This feeling is probably worse than Being stabbed late by a knife, it's even more painful!

What about him?

Why is he not like this? Although there is no betrayal relationship between him and the He family, after all, he is the one who destroyed He Qingwen's life and future. Even if he wants to make up for it now, it seems that he has no chance.

Because they are not in the same world, the person standing beside him is not Xiao Muyuan——

Clang, clang, clang - there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in!"

"Mr. Xiao!"

"Miss Rong!" Xiao Muyuan saw Rong Yuan standing at the door, and invited with a smile, "Come in and sit down!"

Rong Yuan bowed slightly, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down.

"Dongxu, pour a cup of coffee for Miss Rong."

"No, no need, thank you!" Rong Yuan waved her hands, smiled politely, then glanced at Xiao Muyuan, and then quickly lowered her head.

Li Dongxu checked his words and expressions, and he knew from Rong Yuan's expression that she must have something to say to Xiao Muyuan, so he resigned in a timely manner.

"Mr. Xiao, if there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

Xiao Muyuan looked at him and nodded, "Well! Okay, you can let the manager below take care of the winter shutdown of the resort!"

"Yes, President Xiao!"

Li Dongxu bowed his head and withdrew from the chairman's office.

Xiao Muyuan turned his head at this time and looked at Rong Yuan, "Is your father better?"

Rong Yuan didn't answer, but lowered her eyes, put her hands on her knees, and clasped them tightly.

Xiao Muyuan sighed, walked out from the desk, and then sat on the sofa beside Rong Yuan.

"It doesn't matter if you encounter any difficulties, just tell me, and I will do my best to help you!"

Rong Yuan raised her head and looked at Xiao Muyuan with red eyes.

Xiao Muyuan looked at her, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity. It's only been a few days, how could she be a watery person a while ago, but now she looks like a flower that is about to wither!

Her face was so pale that there was no blood in it, and her eyes did not have the look that a girl of her age should have. They were so fragile that people couldn't bear to touch them.

"In fact, there is no need to rush back to work. The publicity work of the resort will not be officially launched until next year. You can use this free time to spend time with your father at home. Go back and take care of your body. Look at you , How haggard! When you come to work like this, outsiders will think that I, Xiao Muyuan, abused the employees. Hehe!" He tried to comfort Rongyuan with words that made people feel relaxed, hoping that she could let go of the psychological burden, after all, it was a long time. It is not an easy task for the eldest lady who is used to being spoiled by others to suddenly let her set up a family.

Moreover, it seems that Rong Shiming's illness is not the only reason why she came here, is it——

"Has brother Qingwen left?" She suddenly raised her head and asked him.

"Uh——" Xiao Muyuan turned his head unnaturally, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then replied, "Well, it should be."

Rong Yuan bit her lip, twisted the corner of her clothes with her hands, and took a breath, "Then—will he come back?"

This sentence obviously asked the wrong person, Xiao Muyuan felt like a straw, being blindly grasped by someone, but sank to the bottom of the water with that person.

"It seems—he will come back! He didn't say goodbye to you, so it means he won't be away for too long!"

After all, Rong Yuan is different from him, she is very important to him, but he is not, he stands outside his circle, separated by a line, separated by the sky cliff.

However, Rong Yuan raised her red eyes, looked out of the window weakly, and said softly, "I didn't say goodbye, last time, I didn't say goodbye either—"

He walked decisively and silently.

Xiao Muyuan couldn't help being a little astonished. Could it be that He Qingwen really wanted to give up his previous life and all the people who had ever appeared in his life?

Those who hate, those who do not hate, give up all——

However, he thought he walked very freely, but in fact, he took away more things instead!

Rong Yuan looked out the window, turned back, and saw a lonely expression on Xiao Muyuan's face.

It seemed that she had found the right person.

It's really strange, why would she want to talk to him about these things, obviously, he and He Qingwen are hostile and disagree, but why?When she has nowhere to settle her mind and no one to talk to, will the first person she think of be him?

It seems that only he can understand her suffering, and let her longing be vented. There is no need to say or do anything. As long as the two of them sit quietly, they can be worth thousands of words of persuasion from others.

really weird--

"Mr. Xiao!"

"Huh?" Xiao Muyuan turned his head to look at Rong Yuan.

"If those things didn't happen, how wonderful it would be! You, maybe you can become best friends!"

Xiao Muyuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Rong Yuan inexplicably.

"us?"

"You and brother Qingwen, hehe!" Rong Yuan laughed bitterly twice.

Xiao Muyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled wryly at him, "Maybe, unfortunately, time cannot be turned back. Besides, if those things hadn't happened, He Qingwen and I would never have met in our lifetime."

Rong Yuan nodded, "Yes, what a pity! There is such a tacit understanding between you."

"Tacit understanding?" Xiao Muyuan was stunned again.

"Well, you guys sound like—like, a complementary pair."

It's like a game of chess, black and white are constantly besieging each other, attacking each other, or retreating to advance, or both attacking and defending, that is, fighting, and making up for every negligence of the opponent.

This kind of complementary, encircling, has become a chess game that never wins or loses.

Father, like son.

Xiao Muyuan was horrified, he never thought that he would have such a bond with He Qingwen!

I don't know whether to be happy or regretful!

Perhaps, it is just a hopeless expectation!

At this time, Rong Yuan suddenly grabbed Xiao Muyuan's hand, which was soft but full of firm strength.

She looked at Xiao Muyuan, and said word by word, "Bring brother Qingwen back!"

"What?" Xiao Muyuan was taken aback, thinking that he had hallucinations in his ears.

However, Rong Yuan's expression made Xiao Muyuan suddenly aware that her seriousness and determination made him irresistible.

She said, "Bring brother Qingwen back!"

******

"what--"

He Qingwen suddenly woke up from the dream, sat up abruptly, but what he saw was the darkness of the room.

The room was empty, so quiet that it made people panic. For a long time, only one person's breathing could be smelled, which was his own panting.

He turned on the light, and the room was filled with orange light, which gradually calmed his heart.

He turned his head and looked to the side, which was also expected.

Empty, and still empty.

Sighing slightly, he stepped out of bed, walked into the bathroom, washed his face with his hands, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

The eyes are covered with red threads, which is the proof of staying up late, because in the past few days he has always been in the dark, looking at the roof with his eyes open, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

Not insomnia, just a bitter wait.

This is the fifth day.

Doug Lang disappeared for five days, not only at night, but even during the day, he was nowhere to be seen.

I don't know if he returned to the manor or went elsewhere during the five days.

Elsewhere, including that villa.

Of course, even if he came back, there would be many vacant rooms in the manor, so he could go to another room, not necessarily living in the same room with him.

However, it has become a habit for a long time.

Dougran never left him alone, and even if he came back late, he would come back here and hold him in his arms, if only for an hour.

Over time, this habit has subtly become a matter of course.

Because it was taken for granted, I didn't care about it at all before, but now I realized that I had been relying on his love and being proud of him.

This cognition is like the transformation of heaven and earth, since he returned to the United States, or earlier.

So what is he waiting for?

Wait for the verdict!

exile?Or, eternal imprisonment.

Even if he doesn't want it anymore, he still has to stay here and is not allowed to leave.

Is this another form of punishment for him?

Because I know that what is more tormenting than the death sentence is the endless waiting before the sentence.

If this is the case, then he can wait, and take it as the price of his disobeying his heart and hurting Dougron!

Thinking about it this way, it can make myself a lot easier.

Early the next morning, as usual, he went to visit Yu Juan after breakfast.

"Mom! I—"

A familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes, which made him startled.

yes!They are too familiar, but because of the separation of just a few days, they feel a little strange to each other.

"Qingwen, what are you doing standing at the door, come here quickly, today Mr. Douglan brought me special products from our hometown, you see, they are all shipped from China."

Sitting opposite Yu Juan, Doug Lang just smiled and said, "As long as Auntie likes it!" While speaking, his eyes only stayed between him and Yu Juan, and he didn't glance at He Qingwen.

He Qingwen walked over in a daze, looking at the clear Chinese characters on the packaging of those special products, his brows were filled with emotion.

"Look at you, I didn't even know to bring some back when I came back, but Mr. Doug Lang remembered it instead."

Seeing Yu Juan's happy expression on her brows, He Qingwen felt a little uncomfortable.

"Auntie, then I will take my leave first, and come to see you in two days!"

"Okay, you are busy first, I don't dare to stay here any longer!"

Doug Lang got up and bowed slightly to Yu Juan, then walked out towards the door.

Passing by He Qingwen, he kept looking ahead.

☆, tear

?Doug Lang left, Yu Juan replaced the hot one just now, ordered the servant to take the things into the kitchen, then walked to He Qingwen's side, and took his hand.

"Son, come here!"

"Mom?" He Qingwen followed Yu Juan to the fireplace.

Yu Juan sighed, "Son, did something happen recently?"

He Qingwen was startled, and shook his head, "No way! Mom, you're overthinking!"

Yu Juan stared at his face, stroked his cheek with her hand, and said, "Silly son, do you know what mother-child connection is? Besides me, who else can understand your mood better than me."

He Qingwen held Yu Juan's hand in the same way, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Are you in a bad mood recently, why?"

"My son is frowning all day long. How can I be in a good mood as a mother. I have pity on the hearts of parents in the world. When you have a child, you will naturally know."

child--

He Qingwen smiled wryly, would he still have this chance in his life?

Would Dougron allow him to have children with other women?

In fact, even if he allowed it, I'm afraid he would not allow it. He is so dirty, how can he touch others.

"Mom!" He Qingwen got off the sofa and squatted down in front of Yu Juan, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so old, and I still worry about you."

"Fool, you are still a mother's son at the age of 80. A mother will always miss her child, it has nothing to do with age."

"Really?" He Qingwen showed a smile, "So, you can live to a hundred years old, and live to be more than 100 years old. If that's the case, it's worth your trouble."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Do you really plan to make me close my eyes when I lie in the coffin?"

"Then never close your eyes, Mom, and you will live forever."

He Qingwen rested his head on Juan's lap. No matter how expensive a high bed soft pillow is, it is not as comfortable here. This is his harbor, and when he is tired and sleepy, the place where he can truly feel at ease, and his heart is quiet. Yes, don't think about anything.

There is no guessing, no mutual concern, no calculation of who pays more, and no lies.

He just wants such a simple world!

Even if it's only for one day, that's fine!

Yu Juan stroked his head and let out a long sigh, "Son, do you know what Mom worries you the most?"

"what?"

"I don't know how to love myself!"

He Qingwen raised his head and looked at Yu Juan.

"Son, when you can't hold on to everything, don't hold on. No one can be a strong person all his life. Even the people who stand at the highest point, there are times when they can't do anything, so sometimes letting go of yourself is also a kind of relief. And There are some things that should not be taken too seriously. You are too serious about everything, so you will be tired. From now on, what you have to learn is to choose people with your eyes wide open, and to deal with things with your eyes closed. The way to get along, you know?"

"Mom, what are you—" He Qingwen was a little dazed, as if Yu Juan wanted to reveal something to him, but she couldn't hear any special meaning.

But Yu Juan stopped there, didn't say anything else, gathered the shawl around her body with her hands, and leaned on the sofa.

*******

"Hodder, tidy up my original room."

Huo De was taken aback, "Master, do you want to move back?"

He Qingwen sat on the sofa and looked at the bedroom with his eye ring. This was Doug Lang's bedroom, and it was the most luxurious residence in the entire mansion.

Since being forced to stay overnight by Douglang for the first time, he has never lived in his own room.

Therefore, in the past few days, I let it go and forgot about it. I became a thief occupying the magpie's nest, leaving the real owner outside, and I actually lived there shamelessly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's prepare first, maybe it will be used."

Prepare to come out first, at least, if Dougron really drives him out of his bedroom one day, then he won't be too embarrassed.

Until then, wait and see.

Night fell again, He Qingben thought that he could sleep till dawn this night, but unexpectedly he woke up in the middle of the night.

This time, I was not awakened by a dream, but felt that there was someone beside me.

I really felt the heavy breath of the person next to me.

"Dougron?"

In the darkness, He Qingwen saw a vague silhouette, but the person didn't move, and kept his sideways posture.

So He Qingwen reached out to press the switch of the bedside lamp, intending to light up the room.

"Don't move!" came a deep voice.

He Qingwen paused for a moment, then took it back.

Why?Don't want to see him?

Then why choose to come back in the middle of the night and show up in the bedroom?

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized!

By the way, this is his room, and the master doesn't need a reason to go back to his bedroom, instead of letting him turn on the light, he just wants to ignore his existence.

His indifference this morning had already made him realize this.

What the hell is this!

He slid back into the quilt again, silently making no sound, but at the same time, he was also prepared. If he sensed Dougron's slight disgust, he would choose to leave immediately.

Holding the quilt in his hand, He Qingwen kept his eyes open in the dark, observing Doug Lang's movements.

After a while, the people around him moved, and Doug Lang turned over and sighed heavily.

So, He Qingwen gently pushed back the quilt, groped in the dark, and walked to the door of the room little by little.

"Where are you going?" Following Doug Lang's voice, the lights in the bedroom were turned on.

He Qingwen turned around, blocked the light that was not too dazzling with his hand, and saw that Doug Lang had sat up on the bed.

It was still the daytime outfit, and even the clothes hadn't taken off.

Really, do you even want to avoid physical contact?

Then, he would have no reason to stay, and he had to be a little self-aware so that he wouldn't be annoying.

"You have a good rest, I - go back to my own room."

He Qingwen hissed softly, stretched out his hand, and turned the door lock.

"Come back, who allowed you to leave." Doug Lang's voice was not loud, but slightly angry.

When He Qingwen heard this, his hands trembled unconsciously. He bit his lower lip and didn't answer.

And his hand, has been holding the door lock, did not let go.

"Can't you hear me? Come back!"

Doug Lang's voice came again, He Qingwen panicked for no reason, and quickly unlocked the door with his hand.

The door was opened, and there was a slight "squeak" in the silent night, but the bedroom was eerily quiet.

He Qingwen was a little embarrassed, he didn't know whether he should step forward or not.

However, since this was the case, even if he had to bite the bullet, he had no choice but to walk out of this door.

He gritted his teeth, raised his foot, and stepped out.

Backhand, close the door again, and close it.

The door behind him made a soft sound, and the door lock was closed, and the sweat on his hands was already stained with the doorknob.

It seems that you can leave safely, right?

He Qingwen stroked his chest lightly, stood in front of the door, and let out a long breath.

Look around, remember, your room should be on the other side of the corridor!

He lifted his foot and tried to walk over there.

"boom--"

A sudden loud noise echoed throughout the corridor, and He Qingwen was startled, almost thinking that the door behind him had been smashed to pieces with the loud noise.

He turned around in panic, and saw Doug Lang appearing behind him, with fire in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn everything.

He subconsciously took a step back, his throat rolled, and he swallowed unconsciously.

"Dougron, I—" He glanced at the door to the bedroom on the other side of the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, looking back from the corner of the eye, Doug Lang rushed up one step at a time, holding He Qingwen's arm tightly.

"Ah—let go—"

Doug Lang grabbed his arm with one hand and his waist with the other, dragging him forcefully all the way back to the room.

The arm was twisted, and the pain on the shoulder seemed to be pulled out of place forcibly, and the pain made He Qingwen sweat profusely.

He was dragged to the foot of the bed, and Doug Lang didn't care whether it was the clothes or which part of He Qingwen's body he was grabbing, he just threw it on the bed.

He Qingwen only felt that the ground was out of his line of sight, and when he regained consciousness, his arms were pulled over his head together.

"Ah—" The severe pain hit again, and the arm seemed to be really misplaced.

He was covered in sweat from the pain, his lower lip was bitten by his teeth, and blood was flowing down his pink lips.

"Dougron, it hurts—"

Doug Lang turned a blind eye to He Qingwen's yelling. He tied He Qingwen's hands tightly to the head of the bed with a tie, then turned over and got out of bed, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of vodka, opened the lid, I took a sip.

"Dougron, what are you doing?"

He Qingwen's consciousness was already in a trance, he only felt that Douglang pinched his jaw, pried open his mouth, his fiery lips perched up, pressed his lips, and poured the wine in his mouth.

"Hmm—cough cough—" His throat was hot, his lips were stinging from the burn of the wine, and his whole body was aching, as if he was about to fall apart.

Pain and alcohol tormented him wave after wave, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, feeling like the whole room was spinning.

But just when he was about to pass out, there was another huge pain in his lower body.

"what--"

The pain brought him back a little bit of consciousness, and he saw that Dougron was rampaging through his body vigorously and without restraint, advancing into the deepest part of him one after another.

There was no caress beforehand, no affectionate words of love, those shocks made He Qingwen feel like he was about to be torn apart.

Shouting and sobbing replaced the previous groaning/groaning/squeaky/panting, except for the pain, there was no desire/longing in the past.

He Qingwen used all his strength to dodge, but every time he was dragged back abruptly and stabbed/inserted again.

Finally, he was powerless and allowed himself to be tortured.

However, just before he fainted, he heard Dougron yelling at him tearfully, "Deal, see, this is what you call a deal. If you want me to treat you like this, then I will fulfill you!"

☆, scars

? "Master, let's eat something!"

"Take it!"

"Master—"

"Go away—" He Qingwen swept away the bowl of ginseng soup that Huo De personally handed over with his palm, and all kinds of supplements, together with the soup, spilled all over the bed.

"Come on—" Huo De quickly clapped his hands, and immediately, two maids walked in from the door, "Clean up the young master quickly."

"Yes!"

Following Huo De's order, the two maids came forward together. One of them reached out to help He Qingwen up, and the other reached out to lift the quilt he was covering.

Unexpectedly, He Qingwen acted like crazy, while brushing away the two people's hands indiscriminately, he yelled, "Go away, go away, get out—" He grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands and lifted the cover over his head , shouted loudly, "Get out of here—"

The two maids looked at Huo De with embarrassment, Huo De raised his hand and let the two maids back out.

Huo De walked to the bed again, looked at He Qingwen who was tightly wrapped in his quilt, thought for a while, and said, "Master, I don't want to see you like this."

He Qingwen made a sudden move and was dragged down, staring at Huo De fiercely, "Don't mention that bastard in front of me!"

Seeing the tears in He Qingwen's eyes, Huo De frowned and didn't say any more.

Yesterday morning, when he came to wait in front of the master's bedroom door as usual, he found that the door was open, the floor and bed were messy, and He Qingwen's hands were still tied on the head of the bed.

He was taken aback, and hurried over to release He Qingwen's hand.

At this time, He Qingwen was still in a coma. He called twice, but got no response. Then, his eyes fell on He Qingwen's naked/exposed neck and collarbone, and saw that it was covered with tooth marks and dry skin. blood foam.

Although, in the past, Doug Lang would inevitably be rough with He Qingwen in terms of sex/love, but such a serious situation had never happened before. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt.

When I opened it, I was surprised.

Under the quilt, there was a mess, it was horrible.

It seems that the master is really angered?still--

Huo De sighed, and swallowed back the words he wanted to persuade He Qingwen.

Because, what is painful is not only him alone.

Next, when he found Doug Lang in the study, he saw Doug Lang sleeping on the floor in messy clothes, with empty wine bottles scattered all over the floor.

This situation has never happened before.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Hodder walked over and opened the door.

"Henry, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The family doctor Henry walked in, nodded to Huo De, and walked towards He Qingwen together.

Seeing the medicine box with the red cross on it, He Qingwen unconsciously grabbed the quilt even harder.

Thinking of these irrelevant people going to inspect the dilapidated private part that was forcibly entered by Dougron, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground and get in.

What could embarrass him more than this?

Dougron, you did this to him!

Henry approached him a little bit, and bowed to him respectfully.

"Mr. Devon, are you feeling better today?"

He Qingwen bit his wounded lip, held the corner of the quilt in his hand, and lifted it up on his body.

"Mr. Devon, may I have a look at your wound?" Henry leaned over with a smile.

He Qingwen involuntarily moved his body back a little bit, but this move involved the wound on his lower body and caused heart-piercing pain, but he would rather grin his mouth and let the sweat all over his body than No sound was said.

Shouting was useless, he finally realized this helplessness.

Henry saw that He Qingwen didn't want to talk to him, so he looked at Huo De for help again.

Huo De had no choice but to walk to his bed, pulled down the quilt slightly, and persuaded softly, "Master, let Henry apply the medicine for you! Only in this way, you can recover faster!"

"Get better soon?" He Qingwen snorted and laughed, his lips were bitten just now, and the wound opened again, dripping down his pink lips onto the already stained quilt.

The bloody taste came into his mouth, and he swallowed it into his stomach together with his bitterness.

"Hodder, tell me, why do I need to get better so quickly?" He squinted his eyes and glanced at Hodder.

"Master—" Hodder was unable to answer his question for a while.

He Qingwen shook his head, "No, don't come and give me medicine, anyway—" So what, let Doug Lang hurt him after he's done?

Healed again and again, then torn again and again.

He never knew that Dougron could be so cruel to him.

Facing He Qingwen's resistance to treatment, Henry and Huo De expressed helplessness. He Qingwen refused to listen to persuasion, and the two of them were not good at forcing him, so they lost their minds.

The key is the two of them, how should I explain to Doug Lang?

He was paying attention to the condition of the person on the bed all the time, every time he ate, every diagnosis, every medication, every detail, every reaction, he had to report.

The two looked at each other, and He Qingwen said at this moment, "Everyone go out, I want to be alone."

"Master, it's still—"

"go out--"

Henry spread his hands towards Huo De, expressing his helplessness, and the two had no choice but to follow He Qingwen's wishes and walk towards the door.

But as soon as he walked to the door, the figure of that person appeared.

"master!"

When He Qingwen heard Huo De's address, his body trembled suddenly, he hugged the quilt, curled up his legs, and huddled in the innermost part of the bed.

Doug Lang walked in, but he didn't rush to He Qingwen, but sat on the sofa outside and asked the two of them.

"How is he today?"

Henry and Hodder looked at each other and could only tell the truth.

"The young master hasn't checked today."

Doug Lang frowned, "Have you eaten yet?"

Hodder didn't dare to say anything casually, and just shook his head facing Doug Lang's gaze.

Dougron clasped his hands, pinched them a few times, and then stood up from the sofa.

The two of them followed Douglang into the inner bed, and saw He Qingwen curled up in the quilt, his face was pale, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't dare to look towards the door. His posture was like that of an overly frightened kitten. hid in the corner.

It was the first time that even Huo De saw him like this, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

Why bother!

Doug Lang walked towards him, and He Qingwen shrank back again.

Seeing the stains all over the bed, Doug Lang frowned even tighter.

"what happened?"

He turned his head and looked at Howard.

Huo De came up and said to him, "Young master accidentally knocked over the soup when he was drinking it."

Doug Lang gave him a fascinated look, but said nothing.

"Why haven't you checked today?"

"This—" Henry looked at Doug Lang, then at He Qingwen, and lowered his head.

Doug Lang sighed deeply, sat on the bed, and stretched out his hand to He Qingwen.

He Qingwen hurriedly hid for a while.

Doug Lang was taken aback, then stretched forward again.

With nowhere to hide, He Qingwen could only whisper weakly, "Don't touch me!"

Doug Lang closed his hand into a fist, squeezed it tightly, then jumped up, leaned over, and was dragged away from the bed with him.

"what--"

He Qingwen felt as if his body was being torn apart, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

This time his face became paler, the veins on his forehead stretched, and he was slightly purple, and the cold sweat slid down there to his cheeks and onto his mouth, matching the blush on his lips, flowing into his mouth.

He lay prone on the bed, gasping for breath, trying to relieve the pain.

Then, he just saw Dougron's body moving behind him again in a daze, knowing what he wanted to do, so he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.

"don't want--"

Doug Lang's movements were faster, and He Qingwen felt a chill all of a sudden.

The quilt was lifted, and He Qingwen's entire lower body was empty.

Because of lying prone, people can see the situation behind them more clearly.

"Henry, check."

Doug Lang held He Qingwen's waist and gave orders coldly.

"Dougron—you bastard—bastard!"

He twisted his waist desperately, but he couldn't break free at all, and every time he moved, he felt severe pain from his back.

Henry put on disposable gloves, opened his back to check him, the back was red and swollen and swollen, but compared to yesterday, it has improved, Henry took out the liquid medicine from the medicine box, disinfected him, and applied the medicine.

"Mr. Devon is recovering very well, please rest assured, master."

After a series of diagnosis and treatment, Henry packed up the medicine box and withdrew from the room.

He Qingwen was still lying on the bed, staring blankly at the sheets. The pain and struggle consumed his little physical strength, and he lay there powerlessly, motionless.

"Huo De, get someone to clean up the bed." Doug Lang got up and tidied up his clothes, then glanced at the quilt with disgust, and said coldly, "It's so dirty!"

He Qingwen didn't know where he got the strength from, so he propped his upper body up from the bed, turned over and got out of the bed, but just after taking two steps, his feet became weak, and he fell heavily on the ground with a thud.

"Master!"

Huo De ran to He Qingwen, intending to help him up, but he heard Doug Lang roar.

"Let him stand up by himself!"

Huo De supported He Qingwen's shoulders, raised his head, saw the fierceness in Doug Lang's eyes, and understood that persuading him at this time was not only useless, but on the contrary, it would only increase his anger, so he silently let go of He Qingwen, stepped aside.

Doug Lang was angry, and said fiercely, "Is it dirty? Yes, you are in such a dirty place. I, including everyone here, are all a pile of garbage in your eyes, even Worse than rubbish, what about you? What about you? You're pure, you're proud, you don't want to sleep with a filth like me, but don't you forget,