black mandala

Secret and seductive.

Charming but not slutty, this outfit not only did not make him lose his original nobility, on the contrary, it made him look like a holy body prepared to present to the devil.

He stood there, shaking his sin-stained wings, and kept gazing at heaven with his clear eyes.

☆, play with

? Doug Lang stared at him intently for a long time, then suddenly ordered, "Turn around."

He Qingwen raised his head, glared at him, and did not move.

Immediately afterwards, Dougron said to him again in a low voice, "I'll let you turn around."

He Qingwen gritted his teeth fiercely, cursed him inwardly, and then slowly turned his body around.

As his body swayed, the black tulle swayed gently, fitting against his skin, like a dark river gently flowing through the white snow.

But behind him, what appeared from top to bottom was a whole piece of black vines embroidered with needles, intertwined and entwined, climbing over his entire back.

He Qingwen's smooth body is hidden in the vines. At first glance, it seems to be attached by the wisps of vines, but when you look closely, it is more like being bound by the thorns - there is no way to escape.

yes!It's like they cling to each other, bind each other, struggle with each other, hurt each other——

Doug Lang walked over gently and stood behind him, as if admiring a beautiful scenery. It took a long time before the admiration gradually turned into passion/desire.

He Qingwen heard Douglang's slight footsteps, and he knew that he was standing behind him, because he could feel Douglang's fiery gaze coming towards him wave after wave.

Like a knife, peeling him away bit by bit.

And this posture with his back facing him also began to give him a sense of tension that he was facing the enemy behind him. He didn't know what happened behind him. This kind of unknown made him feel a little scared.

He didn't know what Douglang would do next moment.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a warm palm was pressed against his back. Unexpectedly, He Qingwen's shoulders trembled.

He tightly pinched the gauze on both sides of his thighs, and sweat broke out in his palms.

Dougron's hand moved slowly all over his back, as if following the branches and leaves of a vine, searching for its original roots.

His hands kept going down, sliding from the butterfly bones of both arms to the back spine, to the waist, and to——

Then, his fingers stopped on the gap between the two strands.

He Qingwen only felt a jolt all over his body, took a sudden breath, and involuntarily straightened his body forward.

And that finger moved forward along with his body.

"Diven, you are so beautiful!" Doug Lang sighed from behind him, soft and deep, compared to the cold and cold appearance of the previous moment, he was almost a different person.

Like, back in time—

He Qingwen was a little surprised, so he turned his head slightly, wanting to confirm the slight change, but then, a needle-like pain suddenly came from his thigh, which made him suddenly pull back his thoughts.

"Hmm—" He Qingwen straightened his body and let out a low muffled groan.

Doug Lang hummed lowly, and put down the thin tape hooked on his finger.

"What's the matter Diven?" There was evil in his inquiry, obviously, he did it out of the blue.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on the tip of He Qingwen's nose, he closed his eyes and took a rest for a while.

Doug Lang chuckled and held his slightly trembling body with his hands.

"Take it easy, Diven, I'll treat you very gently, and our night will be great!"

He Qingwen's memory suddenly flashed back three years ago, in the hotel opposite the hospital, in that room, Doug Lang pushed him on the bed and said to him, "Don't be nervous, I will treat you very gently, we It's going to be a great first night, Diven—"

Then Dougron started tearing his clothes like a wild man, tearing the expensive gown to shreds, and he remembers being terrified, not knowing what to do, rolling over, trying to run out of bed, But Douglang pulled him back and turned him over. Afterwards, Douglang used his own body to hold him down firmly, and poured a cool liquid on his back, using his body to hold him down. Fucking/fingering with his fingers--

When He Qingwen thought of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body. He turned around quickly and avoided Doug Lang's hand.

Doug Lang's hand stopped in the air, with a very dissatisfied expression on his face.

"What? Can't I even touch you now?"

He Qingwen was still shocked, his throat rolled, and he looked at Doug Lang with twinkling eyes, and then quickly hung down.

"No, I'm just—" He lowered his head and shook, just halfway through speaking, he didn't want to suddenly see the thong on his lower body, and immediately turned sideways, with red tide all over his face.

"Just what?" Doug Lang asked him, taking another step closer to him.

He Qingwen then stepped back, raised his loose sleeves, and stood in front of him slightly.

Doug Lang saw this subtle movement, and his eyes became dark, and he squinted to look at He Qingwen's face carefully.

Of course, He Qingwen's blushing face could not escape his eyes, so he had another evil thought.

He grabbed He Qingwen's hand in front of him, raised it high, and pulled his body back, facing him head-on.

"I said, I want to see, take your hands away!"

"You—" He Qingwen hurriedly used his other hand to block it, but Doug Lang just moved his wrist tightly.

Both hands were raised high above the head, and the sleeves slipped off, revealing two snow-white arms.

That posture is like a lamb nailed to the shelf and ready to be slaughtered.

And Dougron seemed to be playing tricks on him on purpose, his eyes were fixed there tightly.

"Well, it's so beautiful! Hehehe!" He smiled strangely, and then moved his eyes up the little black cloth bit by bit, and after seeing the two pink buds, , smiled again, "Well! This place is also very beautiful!"

Finally, he looked at his face.

"Doug Lang, do you know what you look like now?" He Qingwen's face was burning hot under Doug Lang's gaze, and he said hurriedly, breathing steadily.

"Like what? Like a pervert?" Doug Lang laughed even more wildly. He freed up a hand and patted He Qingwen's red and feverish face, "Don't worry, baby! There are even more perverted ones, you Wait a moment."

He walked to the stereo, picked out a gold disc from a row, and put it back in the player.

The music started with a woman's lazy and sexy moaning sound, followed by an extremely rhythmic dance song, and the ecstatic moaning/groaning was interspersed throughout.

Doug Lang walked back and stood behind him, holding He Qingwen's waist with his hands, and twisting with the beat.

"Diven, what beautiful music, are you still moving?"

"What did you say?" He Qingwen didn't move, his body remained stiff.

Dougron chuckled, "Dance, Diven, twist your waist up and dance—sexy!"

His body was against He Qingwen's back, and his lower body was tightly against his buttocks.

As the rhythm of the music intensified, Dougron writhed behind him, and the friction increased.

He Qingwen had already felt the changes in Douglang's body, and he was eager to break free from the restraint of his pants.

"Diven, move, hurry up!" Dougron panted roughly, hot air spraying into his ears.

He Qingwen's body suddenly became more tense, and he remained motionless. Afterwards, Doug Lang forcefully turned his body around.

She pushed her head-on towards him, and then grabbed his buttocks with both hands and kept kneading them.

"I tell you to move faster, hurry up!" He yelled, and the strength in his hand became heavier every time.

"Doug Lang, you are such a pervert!" He Qingwen finally couldn't bear it any longer, yelled at him loudly, pushed him away with all his strength, flung his sleeves, and walked towards the door.

"Diven?" Dougron called his name with a sullen face. "Diven?"

He Qingwen ignored him and continued walking angrily towards the door.

"Diven, if you dare to go one step further, I'll have everyone in the manor stand in the corridor right now, and let them see what kind of a dissolute/slutty man their young master is."

He Qingwen stopped and turned his head abruptly.

"Hmph!" Doug Lang snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand towards him, "Come here."

He Qingwen didn't move forward or back, he clenched his fists, and suddenly, he started to tear at the clothes on his body, and shouted, "Doug Lang, I've had enough, I've had enough!"

However, Doug Lang stepped forward to stop him. He grabbed his wrist and forcefully pulled it off the torn thin coat.

"But I'm not enough, I'm not playing enough!" he roared.

He Qingwen used almost all of his strength to snatch back his wrist from his hand, then without saying a word, he ran straight to the huge bed and threw himself on it.

"Just do it—" he yelled, panting, his eyes staring wide at the white roof.

He lay on the bed, waiting—

It's like waiting for the butcher's knife, only he's more pitiful.

It will be a blunt knife that stabs him, and every knife will make him die of pain.

I can't die, and I can't live comfortably.

Get it over with, he's about to break down!

Doug Lang was still not having fun, he walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, "Get up, I said I haven't played enough, I want to—"

At this time, He Qingwen sat up suddenly, and relying on inertia, he brought Doug Lang down on the bed at once, and then stretched out his hand to remove his belt.

Doug Lang was obviously taken aback by his actions. Watching He Qingwen's hands flipping up and down on his belt a few seconds ago made him forget his purpose for a moment.

It wasn't until He Qingwen's hand touched his swollen and tense lower body, and he turned over and sat astride him, that he realized He Qingwen's intentions.

His lower/body trembled violently, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, Doug Lang grabbed He Qingwen's hand and pushed him away from him.

He Qingwen staggered and fell on the bed, and then heard Doug Lang say in a low voice.

"go out!"

incredible!He Qingwen thought there was something wrong with his ears.

He frowned, and glanced at Dougron's lower body from the corner of his eye. That place was clearly standing upright, screaming, looking eager to be relieved.

But Dougron told him to—get out!

He froze on the bed, unable to react, but at this moment, Douglang stared at him fiercely, and shouted again, "I'll let you out!"

Dougron turned over suddenly and dragged him off the bed, twisted his wrist, rushed straight to the door, threw him out, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Before He Qingwen could fully react, he stood at the door in a daze for a few seconds.

Finally, when he looked down and saw the torn clothes on his body, he woke up with a start. He hurriedly looked around, and ran back to his bedroom in a panic while there was no one in the corridor.

The water in the bathroom was splashing wide open. Doug Lang stood in the water with his clothes closed. He had adjusted the water temperature to the lowest level, but his desire/desire still could not be resolved.

"Diven!" He silently read He Qingwen's name, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand while thinking.

☆, insult

"Hi-Yuan! I'm here!" With a large bouquet of flowers in his hand, Jack cheerfully greeted Xiao Muyuan who had just appeared at the exit.

Xiao Muyuan had a coat hanging on his arm, and when he saw Jack running towards him, he opened his arms very enthusiastically.

"Hey—Jack! Why are you here yourself?"

Jack ran over and hugged Xiao Muyuan tightly. He was a head taller than Xiao Muyuan, and his body was also stronger than him. After a long absence, this hug almost strangled Xiao Muyuan to death.

Then they separated, and Jack patted Xiao Muyuan on the shoulder again.

"It's really you, Yuan, for business, business—forget about your best friend, tell me, how should I punish you!"

Xiao Muyuan clasped his hands together and apologized very sincerely, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really don't know how to separate myself. Please, Master Jack, be magnanimous and let the villain go!"

Jack laughed heartily, and put his arms around Xiao Muyuan's shoulders, "Forget it, I will detain you when you come to America this time, and stay for a while longer, so don't you just run back for me easily."

Xiao Muyuan laughed again and again, "Okay! Okay! I will follow your orders, Master Jack!"

After retrieving their luggage, they walked out of the airport, got into the car, and drove all the way to downtown New York.

Christmas is approaching, and Christmas songs are played everywhere in the streets and alleys of the urban area. On Christmas Eve, colorful Christmas trees stand in front of various stores, and Santa Claus in red suits, spreading a festive atmosphere everywhere.

Jack drove the car, whistling to those cheerful tunes, and purposely detoured onto Fifth Avenue, passing in front of St. Patrick's Cathedral.

"Listen quickly, far away, the pipe wind music from the church is the best, especially the carol of joy, oh - I can never tire of listening to it!" Jack made a very exaggerated movement, and then echoed the sound in the church. The incoming music sang loudly.

People in Jack's family are very devout Catholics, and every child in the family has to go to the church to be baptized after birth.But Jack is okay, although he is a believer, he still doesn't have to say a whole prayer before every meal, which makes Xiao Muyuan, who has no belief, heaves a sigh of relief.

As he moved away from the most lively and bustling areas in the city, the festive atmosphere gradually faded away, and Jack gradually calmed down, but he still seemed very excited, excited for Xiao Muyuan's arrival.

"By the way, Yuan, let's be honest, what is the reason for coming to the United States this time, is there anything I can do for you?"

Xiao Muyuan smiled calmly, and said, "I really can't hide it from you, hey! I really have something to do when I come to America this time."

"Is it business again?"

Xiao Muyuan thought for a while and replied, "Well, you can also say that, yes, it's a business matter."

Jack shook his head and sighed, "You are a person who always puts work first, like a superman, why don't you know how to relax yourself! Like me, every day is like a happy bird! Hahaha—— —”

After hearing Jack's words, Xiao Muyuan smiled wryly, "Dear Jack, are you making me jealous that you have a good father? How could I be like you? Back then you learned Taekwondo just for fun, but I really wanted to self-defense."

Hearing this, Jack suddenly remembered something, he patted his head and exclaimed, "By the way, far, I forgot to tell you, I just got promoted to the black belt a few days ago, why don't you hurry up and congratulate me Me! Come on, come on, say something to please me."

"Really!" Xiao Muyuan couldn't hide his joy, and patted his shoulder, "Not bad, Jack, I didn't expect you to improve so fast."

Jack smiled smugly, and sighed again and again, "Hey - a secondary master like me, who has nothing to do, must have an advantage so as not to embarrass his father too much! My old man - hey - He shook his head repeatedly and sighed, "Hey, when will you develop your business in the United States, the old man has been looking forward to cooperating with you. He expects more from you than from my own son. The day before yesterday When he heard that you were coming, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep for two days, if he sees you later, his blood pressure will rise again."

Xiao Muyuan laughed, and after thinking about it, he said, "I really want to have a good discussion with the old man this time, to see if the United States can allow me, Xiao Muyuan, to have a place."

"Really? Far?" Jack couldn't help shouting excitedly, "I've been looking forward to this day, oh my god, it's great, this is the best news you brought this year, wow! "

Jack's eyes were full of twinkling lights, and he wished he could throw down the steering wheel immediately, hug Xiao Muyuan tightly, and celebrate.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Amidst the joyous laughter, the car drove to the most expensive private villa area in New York City.

*******

Doug Lang finally lifted the ban and allowed him to walk out of the gate of the house, but no matter where he went, the four bodyguards still followed behind him.

When He Qingwen went to visit Yu Juan, they just guarded outside the door, they didn't go in to disturb him, let alone leave, and when he walked out of the small building, those four people followed closely like four tails, never leaving.

"Hey! You—" He Qingwen stopped suddenly and looked back at them, "Will I still encounter any danger in the manor?"

The four looked at each other and replied respectfully, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devon, it was the order from the president. He said that as long as you leave the house, we must follow you. Please forgive me, we also obey orders—"

"Follow orders, right?" He Qingwen looked up at the sky feebly, "Alright then, let you do whatever you want."

He shook his hand and continued walking forward.

Originally, I wanted to return to the main house immediately after visiting Yu Juan, but when I thought about it, it was like a cage, which often made people feel oppressed and breathless. After thinking about it, I turned back halfway and walked towards the gate of the manor past.

Most of the injuries on his back had healed, so He Qingwen walked quickly. Just as he was about to reach the gate, four bodyguards rushed up from behind him and blocked him.

"Mr. Devon, I'm sorry!"

"What do you mean?" He Qingwen raised his eyebrows and looked at them.

The four bowed and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devon, the president didn't say that you can leave the manor."

He Qingwen clasped his hands tightly and stood there staring at them. After a while, he took a step forward.

"I want to go out and see who of you can stop me."

"Mr. Devon!"

"Step aside!"

Every time He Qingwen took a step forward, the four of them would take a step back, but no one dared to let him go. The four of them finally formed a row, body to body, firmly blocking his way.

"Mr. Devon, please don't embarrass us, or—"

"Otherwise what? To what extent Dougron allows you to do? Tie me up?" He squinted his eyes and looked at each of them. Seeing their flickering expressions, he knew that it was not to that extent.

Just like what he said to Weier, no matter how Dougron treats him, it is between them. He will never allow others to disrespect him, or even cause the slightest harm to his body.

He will not allow others to touch him.

Whether it is body or dignity.

He Qingwen wanted to walk out of the gate of the manor, but the four of them tried their best to stop him.

At this moment, the gate of the manor opened slowly, and an elongated black Rolls Royce drove in through the gate, and stopped when it passed by them.

"Hey! Let's see who is here." The car window was slowly lowered, and a joking man's voice came from inside.

He Qingwen looked over upon hearing the sound, and saw a brown hair protruding from it, he frowned.

"Diven, when did you come back? What? Have you been caught by my cousin?" Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of shrill laughter.

Seeing that face, He Qingwen turned his head to the other side.

"Hey! I still don't like to care about people so much. Really, how did my cousin teach/teach you? It's too inappropriate."

He Qingwen bit his lower lip, trying to pretend he didn't hear, turned around quickly, and walked back into the garden.

The bodyguards followed closely behind, but unexpectedly the car also chased after them.

"Diven, stop for me." The car circled in front of He Qingwen and blocked his way, and then the people in the car opened the door and got out of the car.

"Jen Sen, what on earth are you trying to do?" He Qingwen had no choice but to stop, frowned, and looked at that person impatiently.

Jansen took two steps forward, but the four bodyguards stretched out their arms to block him. He laughed a few times and curled his lips.

Then he looked at him through the four of them, saw He Qingwen's slightly angry look, and smiled instead, "Nothing." After finishing speaking, he looked him up and down with his wretched eyes, "I haven't seen you in half a year, You are getting more and more interesting, tsk tsk! What? Did you sneak outside behind my cousin's back?"

He Qingwen gave him a hard look.

"Tsk tsk! Don't look at people with that kind of eyes. It will make me think——you are seducing me."

He Qingwen gritted his teeth, "Dirty!"

Jansen laughed a few times like a rascal, "No matter how dirty I am, what you did on the bed with my cousin is still dirty? Why pretend to be pure, Diven, to put it bluntly, you are not my cousin's pet .”

He Qingwen suddenly grasped the sides of his trousers tightly with his hands. If he didn't do this, his nails would have already pierced his palms.

Looking at the contemptuous smile on Jan Sen's face, he wished, wished he could punch him.

However, he could only endure because he couldn't refute.

It's even more unstoppable, everyone in Wo*'s family thinks so.

At this time, another car drove in from outside the gate of the manor.

It's Douglas's.

Doug Lang's car stopped behind Jenson's body, and then the door opened, and Doug Lang walked out from inside.

He glanced at Jan Sen, and then at He Qingwen.

When He Qingwen saw him at this time, he suddenly felt a sense of a crack in the city wall collapsing, and he didn't want to show it in front of outsiders.

So he forced a calm look at Jansen, quickly turned his head around, and ran back towards the main house quickly.

When Jan Sen saw Doug Lang, he immediately withdrew his joking attitude, and smiled flatteringly at him, "Cousin!"

Doug Lang glanced at him coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Jansen rubbed his hands together, and said, "Dad asked me to come to you, cousin, as you know, the company in Eastern Europe is not doing well recently, so—"

Doug Lang stretched his cuffs with a disapproving expression on his face.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jansen took another step closer to him.

"Cousin—ah!"

There was a deafening "snap" in his ears, and Jenson felt the world spinning, his eyes were full of stars, and he woke up a little, only to realize that he was slapped far away by Dougron.

"Cousin—cousin—" Jansen saw the fire in Dougron's eyes, and he sat down on the ground in fright, rolled back twice, covered his face, and said, "Cousin— Cousin, I was wrong!"

Doug Lang came over, stood in front of him, put his foot on his chest, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Jenson rolled his eyes and said something in a low voice, "That—I, I just said—"

Before he could finish speaking, Dougron kicked him hard in the ribs again.

"If you dare to insult him again, I will let you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, and never want to play with women again! Remember?"

"Remember—remember." Jansen was trembling with fright, watching Doug Lang tidy up his clothes, and sat back in the car again.

☆, encroachment

? "Gonnamakemescream, wannacauseariot, makealotofnoise, Idko'twannabequiet—"

The electronic music vibrates, spotlights and five-color ball lights gather on the strippers/girls on the stage.

The blond dancer/girl shakes her body, sticks her hips on the pole, and performs hard.

New York's underground strip clubs are usually where the rich kids congregate, immerse themselves in the place, splurge and tip big bucks.

Jenson just tossed a thousand dollars into the panties of the dancer who squatted in front of him, doing sloppy movements, and then whistled at the dancer who gave him a wink .

"Baby! Come with me tonight."

The dancing girl blew him a kiss, blinked, and turned the other way.

Jansen smiled lewdly, and casually picked up two gorgeous girls sitting beside him, and greeted acquaintances while smiling.

"Hite, come over to play a game tomorrow night, and bring the chick you brought with you last time, it was very comfortable last time!"

The man poked his head out, waved his hand, and shouted, "Go away, Jansen, you played too much last time, and made her look like a dead person in the middle of the night. I didn't have the fun at all."

"Then take two—"

"Jenson, he is really a pervert, be careful to die on a woman in the future."

"Hahaha, I am happy."

Jansen smiled wretchedly, put his hands on the breasts of the two gorgeous girls and rubbed them vigorously.

He took the two women to the bar, patted the bell, and called the bartender.

"Three whiskeys."

The temperature in the venue was too high, he unbuttoned his shirt, then turned his head, kissed each of the two faces, the light flickered, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, hey, I thought I was dazzled, isn't this Cousin Mancy?"

Muncie, smoking upwards with a cigarette in his hand, glanced at him at the sound of his voice.

"Jenson?" She flicked the ash with her red nails.

"Cousin, why are you alone today?" Jansen looked around, and all the beautiful nightclub men who often surrounded Manxi were gone today. "Aren't you lonely alone? Would you like me to help you find some fierce ones to accompany you well?"

He giggled, let go of the two women, and walked towards Mansi who was sitting by the bar. Manci just took a puff of cigarette and sprayed it all on Jenson's face.

"Ahem——" Jenson coughed a few times with his eyes closed, fanned the smoke with his hands, and looked up again to see that Mansi had left the bar, "Hey, cousin, why don't you go back so early, let's play for a while !"

He stepped forward and grabbed Mansi's arm with his hand. Mansi turned around, glanced at him coldly, and looked at his hand again, "Take your hand away."

Jansen still didn't let go, and said with a smile, "Why, Cousin Mansi, we haven't seen each other for a long time, let's sit down and chat!"

Mansi snorted at him contemptuously, "You want to borrow money again? Hmph, Jenson, has the company in Eastern Europe almost defeated you?"

"There's no such thing." He was stunned for a moment, then blinked guiltily, "Hey, cousin, you're not going to die, are you?"

"Willing die?" Manxi rolled her eyes and pointed her chin in the direction of the two women, "But I think you are living a good life, let's talk about it when you are really going to die!"

"Cousin Mancy—"

"I told you to let go."

Jansen tugged at Mansi's arm, Manci pushed his hand and pressed it against his ribs, and Janson howled immediately.

Mansi was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

Jansen squatted on the ground and didn't get up for a long time. The two women thought that something happened, so they ran away in fright and hid in the crowd.

Mansi hugged her chest, lowered her head, and pouted, "Stop playing tricks with me, Jenson."

Janson raised his arm and waved his hand. Mansi saw that something was wrong with him, so he gave him a hand.

"Did you fight with others to grab a woman, Jansen, you really will embarrass the Wo* family." Mansi rolled her eyes at Jansen who stood up slowly.

When Jansen heard what Mansi said, he looked angry, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm ashamed? Bah, it must be someone else who really made Wo*'s family lose face!"

"Who is this person you are referring to?" Mansi heard something wrong with what he said, looked at him twice, and asked carefully.

Jansen glanced at her twice, thought for a while, and then muttered back, "No matter how embarrassing I am, I only play with women, but what about him? He raises a man at home, huh!"

"You mean brother?"

"Who else." Jenson hummed unconvinced.

Muncy let out a breath, folded her arms around her chest, and asked, "Did your brother hit you? Why did he hit you?"

Knowing that the two siblings had always been at odds, Jenson took the risk and complained to Mancy, "It's not because of that man/whore, bah, something."

Mancy glanced at him, then unhurriedly pulled a cigarette out of his bag, lit it, let out a breath, and raised his arm, listening to his abuse.

"I don't know where it came from. I just know how to lie on the bed, twist my waist and swing my hips, and sell my dirty ass. Is my cousin stupid? It's okay to just play around, but he still treats him like a treasure all the time. By the way, cousin, I heard that it's because of him, this bitch, that my cousin didn't let you go to the manor."

Mansi raised his eyebrows and let out another puff of smoke.

"You went to the manor and scolded him, so brother beat you?"

Asked this, Jenson was even more angry, holding his ribs and gasping while gritting his teeth, he said, "Cousin Douglang is crazy, I just said a few words to him, and my cousin almost kicked my ribs." Damn, I really don't know what kind of medicine that bitch gave my cousin, and my cousin is really shameful. Doesn't he know that what he has done is about to make the entire Wo* family a laughing stock in America? "

"Jenson—"

When Janson heard Mancy calling him, he turned his head and looked at her. Unexpectedly, Mancy took the half of the cigarette butt and pressed it directly on his mouth, causing him to scream.

"Mancy, you're crazy—"

Mansi approached him, pulled his ear, made him look up at her, and said coldly, "Be careful with your mouth, Jenson, don't think my brother doesn't know what you're doing."

Jansen was burned on the mouth by Mansi, and his ears were pinched in his hands. The pain was so painful that he burst into tears, and yelled, "Mansi, cousin—cousin, let go!"

Unexpectedly, Manxi raised his ears hard with his hands, and said with a wicked smile, "How could outsiders know about this? Huh? Jason? My brother has already blocked this matter from the outside world, but Or someone leaked this matter, who did it, do you think brother can’t find out? If it wasn’t for Uncle Hewin’s sake, Jason, where do you think you would be now?”

Hearing this, Jansen was so frightened that he stopped screaming immediately. He looked straight at Mansi, at the face that was very similar to Douglang, and the expression that was very similar.

Even with a knife in his smile——

He is so stupid, how could he have forgotten that they are brothers and sisters, no matter how they are at odds, they are also brothers and sisters connected by blood!

He was so stupid that he asked her to complain!

Mansi snorted and sneered, "How come you are such a stupid guy from Wo*'s family, you dare to touch your brother's taboo." She let go of his ears, patted his face, and said, " Remember that man's name, his name is Diven, Devon Waugh*, be more polite to him next time, idiot!"

Then Mansi stroked and patted his hair like a puppy, got up, turned and walked away.

Jansen was gasping for breath, daring to speak his anger, and when Mansi had gone a long way, he spat and cursed in a low voice, "This pair of brothers and sisters are fucking insane, lunatics, bah! "

*******

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

He Qingwen stood in front of the window, his eyes fixed on the direction of the gate of the manor, and when he heard the door open, he immediately turned his head.

With that question, the lights in the room turned on, and then changed from bright to warm.

He Qingwen covered his eyes for a while.

"Hodder said you ate very little for dinner, didn't you find anything to your liking?"

He Qingwen turned his head and looked at the person who came.

Seeing Dougron sitting on his bed, he took off his coat casually, threw it on the sofa, and started to untie his tie.

He Qingwen subconsciously took a step back and leaned against the glass window.

Doug Lang paused his hand, and then asked, "Where do you plan to go when you leave the manor today?"

He Qingwen took a breath, "I didn't want to go anywhere, I just wanted to go for a walk."

"Yeah." Dougron simply