black mandala

There was a crackling sound against the railing.

"Is that why you don't believe me?"

"No, no, it's you and me—I can't afford to lose at all!"

What Xiao Muyuan said is right, there are too few things they can grasp!

Moreover, he had joined hands with Doug Lang just now, how could he secretly communicate with Xiao Muyuan in the blink of an eye.

Then what has he become?

Then, both ends of the phone fell silent at the same time. Xiao Muyuan rolled his throat and swallowed his thoughts one by one. Because of the time limit, he couldn't explain on the phone, and he couldn't express his thoughts on the next five years. The plan was fully revealed, but he could tell that what He Qingwen said was indeed from his point of view.

He could tell that He Qingwen didn't want to see him destroyed.

Then, he should do something for him even more, because he wants to atone for his sins, because he wants him to live happily.

Standing on the floating deck, Xiao Muyuan looked at He Qingwen with a binoculars, watching every expression on his face.

He knew that he was in pain, he was struggling, and he——was not indifferent.

He was silent for a while, and then asked, "What do you want me to do most now? I will agree to all your requests."

He Qingwen was taken aback for a moment, raised his head, looked back at the shining lights in the gate behind him, and then looked at the ink-like sea again.

"Go back, Xiao Muyuan, go back to your original battlefield, restore our original position, and wait for my return on the battlefield."

Xiao Muyuan held the phone in his hand, let go of it several times and then clenched it tightly.

They - the original position.

Still want to be an enemy?

However, he also said, let him wait on the battlefield for his return.

He will be back!

Well, if that's what he wants, he can do it.

"Alright, He Qingwen, I'll be waiting for you!"

As the cruise ship sailed slowly, Xiao Muyuan kept turning up the binoculars, trying to keep the expression of the person in his line of sight as clear as possible, but unfortunately, he had to put it down after all, and the thing that should go away would still disappear.

In the end, He Qingwen's face could only be seen as an outline in the binoculars, his eyebrows, his smile and anger were all gone.

He lowered the binoculars so that he could only see the splendor of the whole building.

He Qingwen leaned against the railing, holding the earphone tightly in his hand, facing the sea, letting the wind take away all his shock and emotion.

Jack had been standing by the side silently listening to the conversation between He Qingwen and Xiao Muyuan on the other end of the phone. He originally thought that the friendship between He Qingwen and Xiao Muyuan was at best a mutual admiration, but obviously, what he heard The content greatly exceeded his imagination. If what happened in the dining hall before shocked him, then the conversation he had with Xiao Muyuan just now was enough to shock him for three days and three nights.

Only at this moment did he truly understand that his old friend had traveled all the way to the United States to rob the supreme ruler of the Wo* family—a man!

oh! My God!

This man is indeed a vixen!

Moreover, if his goddess finds out, and he helps his old friend to rob her elder brother—a man, even if he dies ten thousand times, he may not be able to extinguish the anger in her heart.

Jack rubbed his hair in horror, approached He Qingwen, and was about to speak——

"What are you two doing?"

☆, sensitive

Hearing that person's voice, Jack immediately jumped away from He Qingwen's side as if stepping on a nail, but after all, he was guilty of a crime, and his eyes were fixed on He Qingwen's right hand holding the earphone. "A layer of sweat broke out on the ground.

In contrast, He Qingwen seemed much calmer. He faced the sea, and under the cover of his body, he opened his palms and let the earphone slip silently into the dark sea, and then slowly turned around. He turned his head and looked at Doug Lang, who was walking towards him.

Doug Lang came over and held his face in his hands, "What's the matter, you look so bad?"

"It's nothing." He Qingwen sighed lightly, and replied, "It was a little hot in the hall just now, so I'll come out to get some air."

Dougron turned his head and glanced at Jack who was standing aside. Jack immediately raised his hands reflexively, "Your Excellency, it's—it's true, we didn't do anything!"

Seeing Jack's stupid look, Dougron frowned flickeringly.

At this time, Mansi also came out from the gate dragging a long skirt. When Jack saw her, he immediately ran behind her like a puppy that had made a mistake, for protection.

Mansi looked back at the startled Jack, sighed and said, "Brother, I have already said that you are too sensitive, look, isn't Diven here properly!" She said to He Qingwen He smiled with the corners of his mouth upturned.

This smile made He Qingwen feel uncomfortable.

Doug Lang ignored the two people standing in front of the door, hugged He Qingwen, and walked directly towards the door.

Mansi looked at his back and curled her lips, "A stinky man who wants to control too much."

Jack stood behind her, wiping his sweat quietly, secretly rejoicing that he had escaped the disaster, but Mancy suddenly turned around and looked straight at him.

"What's the matter? Miss Mancy?" Jack felt hairy from her eyes, and unconsciously began to swallow again.

Mansi tapped his shoulder lightly with a small fan, "It doesn't matter if people are not smart, but don't do stupid things, you understand?"

Jack was completely overwhelmed by Mansi's aura. It didn't matter whether she listened to what she said or not. Jack only knew that following the four words in front of her was absolutely correct.

That's it - just follow orders.

So he nods vigorously, nods, nods, nods—

Mansi, speechless.

Douglang turned back to the hall with He Qingwen in his arms, and happened to meet Huo De who was holding a spare dress, so the three of them turned into the guest room on the upper floor.

"I'll come out as soon as I finish changing, you'd better go back first."

"Diven!" Doug Lang blocked the door with one hand, and reached out from behind He Qingwen with the other, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He Qingwen turned his head to the side, just in time to smell his breath, which smelled of slightly sweet red wine.

Ever since Douglang forced him to drink the bottle of vodka last time, he has been particularly sensitive to the smell of wine. Just now in the hall, the strong smell of red wine had already made him dizzy. At this time, he smelled it again. , I suddenly felt my brain sank.

"Doug Lang." He gasped for breath, and gently pushed Doug Lang's face away with his hands.

However, doing so was undoubtedly a tease to Doug Lang. Doug Lang winked at Hodder who was standing on one side, and then Hodder walked into the room, put down his dress, and then backed out.

Doug Lang walked into the room with He Qingwen in his arms, and closed the door behind his back.

"Doug Lang, don't do this!" He Qingwen grabbed Doug Lang's hand that had been inserted into his shirt, and pulled it out vigorously.

But Doug Lang was very strong. Instead of taking his hand out of his shirt, he lifted He Qingwen's waist and quickly moved it to the dressing table in the suite so that He Qingwen's face was facing him. the mirror above.

"Diven, see? The way you look, you're tempting me."

He Qingwen raised his head, and saw himself in the mirror, with a pink face, misty eyes full of water, and his gasping for breath. It's no wonder that Dougerang suddenly fell into heat.

It's because of the booze—

"No, Dougron, it's the smell of the wine, it's too strong in the hall, and that's why I—"

"You stayed with that kid in this way just now?"

He Qingwen was taken aback, what did he mean?Who is he referring to?Jack?

"Douglang, what nonsense are you talking about? Let me go first."

Dougron's hands tightly held his waist, propping him up with his body, making him lie on the dressing table, motionless, and staring directly at himself in the mirror.

"Diven, your appearance is too attractive, how can you let others see you like this!"

He lowered his head, rubbed back and forth on the back of He Qingwen's exposed neck with his lips, and then kept licking/fucking with the tip of his teeth and tongue.

He Qingwen couldn't help snorting softly, this damned Doug Lang, clearly knew that these places were his sensitive areas, and he did this on purpose, obviously to stir up his desire/fire.

"Enough, Dougron, don't do this kind of thing here, everyone is still in the banquet hall."

"So what?" Doug Lang snorted twice, raised his body, took off He Qingwen's coat from behind, and threw it aside.

"Dougron!"

He Qingwen propped up his upper body with his hands, intending to get up from the dressing table, but Doug Lang took advantage of the situation and pulled off the collar of his shirt.

The gold buttons fell on the dressing table with a snap, and the shirt was taken down to his waist, revealing his smooth back and beautiful butterfly bones.

"Diven, you are mine, no one can take you away from me." Dougron pressed his face against it, panting.

He Qingwen's heart pounded again.

Just finished talking on the phone with Xiao Muyuan, at this moment, Doug Lang said such words again, as if he had a sense of confusion of being caught on the spot, and it rose spontaneously.

However, he knew that he couldn't show any doubts at this time, because Dougron was too sensitive and suspicious, and he would be able to see clues from every expression and every movement of him, so he could only force himself to remain calm. , to divert his thoughts as much as possible.

"Don't talk nonsense, Jack is Mansi's friend, how could it be possible."

"I know, I know, Diven, but just now, I suddenly had an illusion. When your back disappeared at the corner of the corridor, I thought you would never return, and then I went to the bathroom and found You weren't there, so I panicked, I looked for you everywhere, Diven, am I really too sensitive?"

He Qingwen's heart suddenly sank.

He raised his head and took a deep breath.

For the first time, he actually felt self-blame for his behavior, because no matter how domineering and coercive Dougron was, he loved him deeply in his heart, and he might just try to defeat Xiao Muyuan. Him, an explosive emotional delusion produced by conquering him.

That's right, he just wanted to defeat him with his own hands, he was just not reconciled to Xiao Muyuan's surpassing, and it didn't come from every collision of hearts when the two were together, yes, it was because he saved him several times, so he I don't want him to be destroyed by Dougron, yes, that's it.

"Dougron, you think—too much." He sighed slightly, and stroked Dougron's hand around his waist.

Douglang's breath became heavier, spraying on He Qingwen's back like a heat wave.

"Diven, can you give me some comfort so that I can truly feel your presence."

Dougron's hands climbed onto his chest and began to move around his chest.

He Qingwen gritted his teeth and grabbed his hand again.

Said hastily, "Dougron, can't you--can't bear to go home?"

"No." He tugged at He Qingwen's shirt and pulled it down a little more.

"But I don't want to be outside, it makes me uncomfortable."

Doug Lang stopped his hands suddenly, put his head on his back, and gasped twice.

"Well!"

He Qingwen was a little taken aback, because of Doug Lang's compromise.

At the same time, he felt that Dougron was suppressing his desire/desire to withdraw from him, and the burning sensation was gradually dissipating from his body.

He Qingwen stood up and turned around, seeing Doug Lang with his back turned to him, still panting heavily.

He must be suffering, right?How could He Qingwen, who is also a man, not feel the pain of not being able to release his desire/desire?

"Dougron—"

"You're right, Diven, go home, I can't leave your breath in a place like this." After speaking, he turned around suddenly, held He Qingwen's face, and kissed it deeply.

After tangling lips and tongues for a while, he pushed him away again, and then walked towards the door.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. It's best to see you come out completely naked before I lose my mind."

"boom--"

Doug Lang clenched his fists tightly and walked out of the room.

When He Qingwen quickly changed his clothes and came out of the room, Doug Lang was facing the wall, one hand clenched into a fist, and pressed against the wall.

"I've changed it."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Doug Lang turned his head and saw that He Qingwen was fully dressed.

Wearing a moonlight light silver embroidered dress on him, it brought out his elegance and nobility.

"You really look beautiful in whatever color you wear."

"Doug Lang, please don't keep saying things like this, I'm not a woman." He Qingwen turned his head away, showing a little shyness.

Doug Lang looked at him and laughed twice, and replied, "Even women don't smell like you, Diven, you are unique."

Why do you have to compare women with him?

He Qingwen remembered one thing, yes, the woman in that villa.

Could it be that Dougron has--

He bit his lower lip, silencing the speculation.

That has nothing to do with him, he doesn't need to think about it, he doesn't need to think about it.

"Diven!"

He Qingwen heard Dougerang's affectionate call, raised his head, and saw the desire/desire in his eyes.

"Diven, I thought, I can't wait until the party is over."

He Qingwen tried his best to calm his mind and rolled his throat twice.

"What about the banquet?"

"Diven?"

"Ok?"

He Qingwen saw an evil smile on Douglang's face, and then Douglang suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Run—"

☆, retreat

?Douglan took his hand, ran out of the banquet hall all the way, quickly got into the car, and drove the car back to the manor at the fastest speed.

Then Doug Lang dragged He Qingwen, whose clothes were half-opened by his stroking in the car, and ran up to the third floor in one breath.

"Dougron, you slow—uh—"

Before he had time to enter the room, Douglang had already pushed He Qingwen against the door, and while kissing passionately, he rudely tore off his clothes.

Clothes spilled all over the floor, all the way to the bathroom.

Almost another night of entanglement, when He Qingwen woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

He reluctantly got up, put on his warm robe, walked to the window, opened the curtains, only to see——

Snowing--

Large flakes of snowflakes fell from the sky like cotton wool, decorating the whole manor into a silver world.

And the tall Christmas tree stood in the courtyard, covered with various large and small gift boxes, becoming the most eye-catching decoration in this world.

He Qingwen suddenly wanted to rush into this pure white world, let these snow, these flawless colors wash away something.

Think of it as a kind of baptism.

So he washed in a hurry, changed into thick clothes, and walked out of the building.

When he stepped on the soft snow, it seemed that he really melted into the fairy-tale world.

Santa Claus sat on the elk sleigh, carrying a gift bag behind him, singing joyfully in the heavy snow, delivering the most desired presents to every child.

This used to be the most innocent dream of everyone when they were children, a dream that only a sock can hold in their hearts.

So since when did people become greedy?

Is it because the socks are not big enough, or do I want more and more things?

He reached out and took off a small gift box hanging at the bottom. After shaking it, there was something inside.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a piece of candy.

This is probably the most primitive and smallest wish of a child.

candy--

hehe!He suddenly remembered the two candies that Xiao Muyuan put in front of him when he left in the hospital.

Looking at those two candies can actually bring people the simplest and most sincere sense of happiness.

Ha ha!

"Boom-"

Suddenly, He Qingwen felt as if something had hit him on the back. He turned his head and found that Doug Lang was squatting on the ground and rubbing a snow ball.

"Hey, wait a minute—"

Seeing that Doug Lang raised his hand to attack him again, he raised his arm reflexively, covering his face, and waited for a while, but he didn't feel anything thrown over him.

So he lowered his arms and saw that Doug Lang was already standing in front of him at this time, and he covered his face with his snow-covered hands while he was not spare.

"Hey, it's so cold, let go!"

Doug Lang let go of his hands, unbuttoned his coat, and said, "If you think it's cold, put your head in my arms quickly, come on!"

He Qingwen quickly rubbed his face, then glanced at him, "I'm sick."

"Hehe! What are you looking at? So engrossed?"

He Qingwen raised his head, glanced at the tall Christmas tree, and asked him, "Are there gifts in every box?"

"Probably." Doug Lang also raised his head with him, took a look, and then looked down at his hands, "What are you holding?"

He Qingwen raised his face in front of his eyes, "Here you are."

"what?"

"Christmas gift."

Doug Lang looked at the candy in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and then smiled at him, "If you want to give a gift, you have to be a little sincere. Come, feed me." After speaking, he opened his mouth and waited.

He Qingwen stared at the puff of white gas coming out of his mouth, sighed, opened the outer wrapping paper, and put the candy into his mouth.

Doug Lang smacked his lips contentedly, "Well, it's really sweet, it tastes like Diven."

He Qingwen shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"Diven, which gift box do you want? I'll ask someone to take it off for you. Is the biggest one on top okay?" Doug Lang raised his head and pointed at the top one.

He Qingwen followed his fingers and looked over. The height of this Christmas tree was at least ten meters. It was not easy to stand up at the beginning. Now the only way to remove the gift box at the top is to put the tree on the ground. Down, this is too labor-intensive.

So he shook his head quickly, "Not good."

"Then—which one do you want? I'll pick it for you."

He Qingwen knew that Doug Lang's playfulness had suddenly started, and if he didn't satisfy him, he would definitely pester him endlessly again.

Raising his hand, he casually pointed to something within reach, "That one."

Doug Lang smiled slightly, walked over, and took it off with his hand.

"Okay, you're going to close your eyes before I open the present."

Still playing this kind of mystery, big deal, it's candy or something.

He Qingwen smiled resentfully, closed his eyes, heard the rustling sound of Douglang opening the package, and asked, "Is it all right?"

Dougron paused for a moment, "Diven."

Following his soft call, He Qingwen opened his eyes.

At this time, Douglang was holding a golden necklace in his hand, and slowly slipped it off from the top of his head.

This must have been prepared by him in advance, trying to play a trick with him.

"Hey, take it off, I never wear this kind of thing, you-"

He Qingwen lowered his head and saw something hanging from the bottom of the necklace. He took a closer look, only to realize that what was hanging on this necklace was actually the one that Doug Lang used to propose to him in the church last time. rings.

"What are you doing? Doug Lang, why do you always do such meaningless things?"

He reached out to take the necklace off, but Dougron put his hands together, stopped him, and said, "Diven, I didn't force you to accept it this time, I just took it as a Christmas present It's just for you. Didn't you say that I didn't give you a chance to choose? Diven, I don't want to argue with you because of this. That's really meaningless. I thought about it for a long time. I think Can we all take a step back, you accept this ring, but whether to wear it on your body simply as an ornament, or as a symbol of our union, this is up to you choose."

"My choice?"

He Qingwen was taken aback by Doug Lang's change, what happened to him?

In the past few days, no, it should be said that Doug Lang's attitude has been changing since he returned to the United States. If there hadn't been the incident of the failed marriage proposal in the church, they should have gotten along very well during this period.

should be okay.

He withdrew his hand from Dougron's loosened hand, then took the ring hanging on his chest, held it in his hand, and slowly twisted it with his fingers.

Perhaps, all along, he really paid too much attention to this formal thing, while ignoring the essence itself.

He rejected Doug Lang's sincerity again and again, asking for the right to choose over and over again, but what happened?

Nothing has changed.

He still lived in the manor, and he still slept with Dougron every night.

He had repeatedly wanted to escape from Douglang's control, but in fact, could he really leave?

Otherwise, why would he want to go back to Doug Lang when he found that his feelings for Xiao Muyuan were different?

At that time, he was clearly using Douglang's place as a shelter.

This is a habit, a subtle psychological suggestion.

However, in the end, what should be faced must still be faced, and what should be resolved must still be resolved.

Doug Lang cupped He Qingwen's face, "Diven, what are you thinking?"

He Qingwen looked at Doug Lang and woke up from his stupor.

"Dougron, do I really have to choose?"

"Of course!"

He Qingwen pursed his lower lip, thought for a while, and replied, "Douglang, I want to go back to China."

"What?" Doug Lang frowned, and couldn't help but take away the hand holding He Qingwen's cheek.

"Dougron, I'll be back, maybe—and it won't be long."

Doug Lang let go of his hand, turned around and walked under the tree trunk, resting on it with one hand, and kept tapping with his fingers.

After a while, he raised his hand, thought for a while, and turned back to He Qingwen.

"Diven, let's not talk about it, okay?"

"But—" He Qingwen saw that Doug Lang started pacing in the snow again, so he knew that it would not be easy for him to let him go back, so he slowed down, "Okay, let's not talk about it for now. .”

Dougron looked over at him uncertainly, also surprised by his compromise.

He Qingwen didn't argue with him as usual, he raised his head, glanced at the snowy sky, and took a deep breath.

"Dougron, you are right. We should all take a step back. I will wait patiently for your answer, just like you did to me." He smiled at him and tucked the necklace into his collar Li, then walked up to him and held his hand, "Let's go, I'm hungry, go eat with me."

The two walked together and stepped into the gate of the main house, leaving only two rows of deep footprints behind them.

It's such a good feeling!

Doug Lang was delighted, but at the same time, he also felt an inexplicable loss of control.

This change in He Qingwen's attitude made him unpredictable and made him a little flustered.

He stared at He Qingwen's side face, trying to find any slightest expression on it that could allow him to guess his thoughts.

However, he couldn't find it.

He Qingwen sat quietly opposite him with a peaceful face, and even ate with a smile on his face, slowly chewing every bite of food he handed over.

In the end, he felt that the sooner the matter, the better——

He weighed carefully in his heart and made precise calculations.

Time, he must grasp this time well, not only to do this well before the old guys in the family find out, but also to make sure that no one knows about it, and He Qingwen must not let He Qingwen know everything.

Then, letting him go back to China may just avoid all this.

He wants to—think about it.

☆, plan

Ten days later, a call came from China, saying that Shengshi had several important matters to be dealt with, and that He Qingwen needed to go back to make a decision as soon as possible. In the end, Doug Lang rejected the call.

Doug Lang thought that He Qingwen would get angry because of this, and had a big fight with him. He even prepared words of persuasion, but what he didn't expect was that He Qingwen's performance was so plain that he completely exceeded his expectations.

While sipping his coffee, He Qingwen leisurely watched the international news with a notebook in his hand, turning a blind eye to Doug Lang's unnatural prying eyes.

"Ugh! Diven, what I mean is, it will be your Chinese New Year in another month, why don't you spend time with your mother—"

He Qingwen glanced at him, "Okay!"

Doug Lang took a long breath and approached with a smile on his face.

"Diven!"

He Qingwen turned his lower body, took a notebook, and sat on the other side.

Dougron's hand was empty, and then he frowned, "Diven?"

It seemed that he was still angry, but he changed his method.

Douglang brushed his hair unnaturally with his hands, then tapped his fingers on his lap, thought for a while, and continued to explain, "I'm not telling you to go back, but there's nothing serious over there. You can ask Will to go back and deal with it first. As for your 'GreenDream', it will not start again until March. Why don't you stay and have a good rest and do something you like, such as, uh-do your music, oh! If you like the piano, I can order a better one for you."

He Qingwen raised his eyes and replied, "No need, Doug Lang, I already have the best piano. The European musical instrument maker Stephen is all handmade. There are only three sets in the world, and one of them is in He Qingwen. House."

"Diven—" Dougron took a deep breath.

"Doug Lang, although you made the decision for me without authorization, I didn't blame you this time, you don't have to."

"But—" Doug Lang shook hands, looked at He Qingwen, who was neither frightened nor angry, and felt that it would be better to let him vent out his quarrel as usual, and enjoy each other's time.

Facing He Qingwen like this, Doug Lang didn't know how to deal with it.

He Qingwen glanced at Doug Lang who was at a loss, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, let's not talk about this matter, let's talk about your Aunt Dylan, what condition did she offer just now?"

Dougron held his forehead and let out a breath. Speaking of Aunt Dylan really gave him a headache.

Well, he knew that this woman was always difficult to deal with, and being a widow back in the family was even more difficult.

The reason for the incident was that at the banquet last time, Mancy slapped Melinda across the face, and Dylan was so angry that he used all the tricks of women crying, making trouble, and hanging themselves to him. .

In the end, Doug Lang had to make a compromise and gave her the farm in New Jersey.

"A farm in New Jersey?" He Qingwen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "She held back at that time. She endured you for more than ten days, probably thinking about which of the meat on your body would be the most valuable to cut off, and which would not As for embarrassing you, she clearly came prepared, Doug Lang, everyone in your family is all monsters who cannibalize people without spitting blood."

Doug Lang covered his eyes and smiled helplessly, "Diven, please stop laughing at me."

He Qingwen snorted, "I didn't expect that Mansi's slap would send you flying tens of millions. Doug Lang, the women in your family are the scariest."

"Wo*'s woman?" Doug Lang gave him a fixed look, thought for a moment, and then smiled, "You're right, Diven, Mansi is indeed very powerful."

The two smiled at each other, then He Qingwen closed the notebook, got up and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to see my mother later, and tell Hodder I'll be back after dinner and don't wait for me."

"Diven, are you going to leave me alone on the dining table?" Doug stood up abruptly, staring at He Qingwen complainingly.

He Qingwen turned around and glanced at him, "Since I'm used to making decisions on my own, I believe that eating alone won't make any difference."

With a bang, He Qingwen closed the door.

Doug Lang raised his hand and touched his chin, and said lightly, "Sure enough—still angry."

******

Jack walked out of the room in the middle of the night, intending to go to the kitchen to find a glass of milk. When he passed the next room, he found light coming from the crack under the door.

So he knocked on the door, "Yuan, haven't you slept yet?"

After waiting for a while, the door opened, and Jack saw that he was still wearing a daytime formal suit, and had no intention of going to sleep.

"It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Xiao Muyuan took a step back and let Jack into the room, then returned to the desk, leaned on it, and picked up half a cigarette in the ashtray.

Jack looked sideways, and found various proposals and a pile of unknown documents scattered on the desk.

"You are doing these things again, Yuan, if you continue like this, you will exhaust yourself to death."

Xiao Muyuan brushed his hair, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingers.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just doing the final arrangement." He said, he took out a folder from the pile of files and handed it to Jack, "Give this to your father and tell Uncle Yilian, I promise I have complied with his request and signed it.”

Jack was startled, and quickly opened the folder, and saw that Xiao Muyuan's name had been signed on every page of those documents and contracts.

"Far, you—you really made a decision?"

Xiao Muyuan nodded, "I have withdrawn 'Songyang' Electronics from Hongtian, and accepted your father's proposed controlling stake, so that I don't have to start over in the United States, as long as I integrate into the Wilson family's industry gone."

"So fast?" Jack froze.

What obviously took two to three months to complete, was squeezed into half a month to finish it all. With such a heavy workload, it's no wonder that Xiao Muyuan had to work late into the night every day.

"But, Yuan, although I don't understand much, wouldn't Hongtian be greatly affected by this? After all, 'Songyang' has become Hongtian's current main business, aren't you afraid—"

"Jack, I have to make a bet. Although Hongtian will be affected to a certain extent in the short term, it is the only way to ensure that it will not be affected."

Jack was stunned, "Yuan, what do you mean, someone is going to deal with you?"

"No, not yet, just in case." Xiao Muyuan touched the bridge of his nose twice, "Jack, and tell your father that if something really happens in the future, you must let him withdraw as soon as possible." I don't want to implicate him even more."

"Yuan, what happened? Why do I become more and more confused the more I listen to it? Are you planning to fight with someone? As I said, if you need help, I will definitely do my best."

Xiao Muyuan extinguished the cigarette in his hand and patted Jack on the shoulder, "Don't worry, it's not that far yet, I'm just preparing for the worst, and if I want to gain a foothold in the United States , this is just the way to go.”

Jack stared at Xiao Muyuan's confident face, and nodded suspiciously.

"Okay, go to sleep, young master, don't you have a date tomorrow?"

Speaking of dating, Jack scratched his head embarrassingly, "So I'm so excited that I can't sleep. When I think of going skiing with Mancy tomorrow, wow, it's far—"

Jack looked so happy that Xiao Muyuan almost saw romantic hearts bursting out of his chest.

He couldn't bear to look again, "Jack, go to bed!"

Xiao Muyuan pushed his back with both hands, pushed him out of the gate, closed the door, and restored him to a quiet world.

Then he pulled out a photo from the bottom of the pile of documents - He Qingwen.

One of them was secretly photographed in front of Rong Shiming's house three years ago.

He pressed the photo to his chest and took a deep breath.

"Qingwen, I'm sorry, but this is the only way I can think of. I hope you can forgive me!"

He looked out of the window, the starry sky in winter always