black mandala

, and now, he finally understood.

This man is indeed not simple.

He got up and saluted Xiao Muyuan slowly, "Then, until the president arrives, Director Lao Xiao will take care of Mr. Dai Wen. I'm here to express my deep gratitude to you on behalf of the president!"

"polite!"

After Weier left, Xiao Muyuan turned around and returned to the room. At this time, He Qingwen was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

He carefully put Rong Yuan's hairpin in the drawer beside the bed, then sat by the bed and looked at him quietly.

He Qingwen, He Qingwen——

He stroked his cheek lightly with the back of his hand, the red and swollen fingerprints were still on his fair face, dazzling and heart-piercing.

Qingwen, if you wake up, will you still remember what happened?

How would you react if you remembered?

Will you hate me?

But Qingwen, do you know?When I hugged you and entangled with your body, but you called Doug Lang's name one after another, at that time, my heart was so cold, so cold.

Why, who obviously want to keep each other warm, why, the body and the heart are colder than before?

Qingwen, you gave me light, but at the same time kicked me into hell.

The wounds of the body are easy to heal, but for the wounds on the heart, what medicine should I seek?

Do you want me a Blackdatura too?Hehe, maybe this can make me temporarily forget all the pain.

Black mandala, black mandala!

It represents endless love and revenge, and also represents unpredictable death.

It is poignant, it is enchanting, but it is also highly poisonous.

That's right, He Qingwen, you—— are my mandala flower.

You are mine - Blackdatura.

☆, alive

?It was night, and the sound of the rain outside the window was fading away.

After Li Dongxu came back, he brought a bad news.

He Chong escaped.

He and his accomplices raced out of the woods on a motorcycle, onto the road, and hijacked a vehicle. Police are now in full pursuit.

For the past two days, He Qingwen has been in a deep sleep. Usually, in the middle of the night, he would have a fever, burn to the point of confusion, and would call Rong Yuan's name all the time.

Xiao Muyuan waited on him from the beginning to the end with his clothes on his back.

Feed him medicine, the medicine was put in his mouth, and he couldn't drink or swallow it, so Xiao Muyuan kept water in his mouth and fed him mouthful.

When he was sweating at night, Xiao Muyuan wiped his body again and again and changed him into dry clothes.

In this way, for two nights in a row, He Qingwen tossed and turned all night, always tossing and tossing several times. It was not until the early morning when the birds sang that the heat on his body gradually receded.

However, Xiao Muyuan's body was already damaged due to overwork some time ago, after these two days of tossing, he looked obviously exhausted and his spirit was much worse.

"Master, you'd better go and rest for a while, Mr. He will leave it to me!" Seeing Xiao Muyuan taking care of He Qingwen so carefully every day, Liu Zhong was heartbroken, so he quietly opened the door, and came to put some clothes on for him,

Xiao Muyuan lay on the side of the bed, looked at He Qingwen listlessly for a long time, then shook his head.

"Young Master, if this continues, you won't be able to endure it. Then, who will take care of Mr. He?"

Xiao Muyuan thought for a while, then reluctantly nodded.

He got up and walked to the door. Just as he stepped out of the door with one foot, he heard He Qingwen whisper again, "Yuanyuan—"

So, Xiao Muyuan quickly withdrew his feet, returned to the bed, and held his hand, "Qingwen, Qingwen—"

He Qingwen shook his head slightly, kept chanting Rong Yuan's name, his eyelashes trembled violently, it seemed that he was struggling to open his eyes.

"Master, Mr. He seems to be waking up."

"Qingwen?" Xiao Muyuan stood up and approached him, seeing two lines of tears overflowing from under his trembling eyelashes, raised his hand to wipe away the tears for him, put it next to his ear, and coaxed him softly, "Don't worry , don't worry, Qingwen, wake up slowly, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

Liu Zhong stood aside and sighed, hoping that He Qingwen would wake up early, when Xiao Muyuan would have a rest, the people in their room could also breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, He Qingwen finally opened his eyes little by little, but everything in front of him was still blurred, and the two people in front of him could only be two blurred figures.

"Qingwen?"

He Qingwen slowed down, opened his eyes and looked around, and then at the haggard man in front of him, "Xiao—Mu Yuan?"

Hearing that He Qingwen could call out his name, Xiao Muyuan couldn't help laughing with joy, and even Liu Zhong couldn't help but said joyfully, "Mr. He, that's great, you finally woke up."

He Qingwen opened his eyes again, looked at Xiao Muyuan, and then at Liu Zhong.

"where am I?"

"You are here with me, by the sea."

"Mr. He, it's great that you wake up, you don't know, our young master has been by your side to take care of you these two days, and he hasn't closed his eyes for two days—"

"Uncle Liu—" Xiao Muyuan coughed at him, "Uncle Liu, let the kitchen make some porridge."

Liu Zhong was stunned for a moment, nodded quickly, and said yes, and then immediately backed out.

With the sound of closing the door, Xiao Muyuan turned his head, and it happened that He Qingwen was also looking at him.

"Qingwen, are you feeling better? Do you feel unwell? Do you need me to call the doctor again?"

He Qingwen shook his head lightly, tears streaming from his eyes.

Xiao Muyuan touched his forehead and probed it several times to make sure that he didn't have a fever, so he was relieved.

"Qingwen—" Xiao Muyuan sighed, wiping away his tears.

He Qingwen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, raised his head, and endured the water mist that had just overflowed. When he opened his eyes again, they were already flushed.

"I lay in bed for two days?"

Xiao Muyuan nodded.

"You've been taking care of me?"

Xiao Muyuan paused for a moment, then nodded again.

He Qingwen raised his hand and reached out to Xiao Muyuan, Xiao Muyuan took his hand and looked at him.

"Xiao Muyuan, thank you!"

Xiao Muyuan frowned, and responded with a wry smile.

Thanks!This thank you was like a thousand catties, and Xiao Muyuan couldn't breathe in vain.

Yes, this is He Qingwen, the normal He Qingwen, the sober He Qingwen.

And everything that happened between them has long been regarded as a dream by He Qingwen, and has been completely forgotten.

What's more, what He Qingwen kept chanting at that time were all Doug Lang's names.

Xiao Muyuan, at best, is just a substitute.

Clasping both hands, he was speechless for a while, then Xiao Muyuan suddenly remembered something.

He took out an exquisite small box from the bedside cabinet, and handed it to He Qingwen.

He Qingwen took it, looked at him suspiciously, and then opened it slowly.

A scorched hairpin lay inside.

He Qingwen knew what it was, it belonged to Rong Yuan.

He took it out of the box, looked at it, took a deep breath, and wanted to hold back his tears, but somehow, when his eyes moved, a river flowed down his cheeks in an instant.

"It's all over, Qingwen."

He Qingwen shook his head, "No, there is no past, Yuanyuan is for me, she is for me. Xiao Muyuan, I owe her all my life, how can I pay it back, what can I use to pay it back?"

"She doesn't want you to pay it back, she only wants you to live."

"Alive?" He Qingwen held back his tears and gasped.

But if he was allowed to live like this with a lifetime of burdens, it would be better to let him die happily.

Xiao Muyuan sighed, "Believe me, Qingwen, until the last moment of Rongyuan's life, all she expected was for you to live well."

"Her hope?"

"Yes!" Xiao Muyuan nodded. "So, Qingwen, if you really feel that you owe Rong Yuan, then you should live the rest of your life well and try to live happily, so that you can be worthy of Rong Yuan.

He Qingwen covered his eyes, choked with sobs, clutched the hairpin, and pressed it tightly to his chest, like a thorn in his heart, which could never be pulled out.

"Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan!" He Qingwen burst into tears again.

After a long time, after the sadness, a bowl of clear porridge came to the front, and the air was lingering while stirring.

Holding the bowl, Xiao Muyuan stirred the spoon, and after it cooled down, he put it into He Qingwen's mouth one by one, just like the old days.

The difference is that the roles have changed, the one who was sitting in front of the bed before had a look of impatience, but now this one has a look of contentment and happiness.

Just, how much time do they have?

Two days are approaching, counting the time, it's time for Will to come, then - Dougron, it's time to come too.

They both know that what should come, after all, can't be avoided.

Xiao Muyuan leaned on the bed and clasped fingers with He Qingwen.It's a pity that the happiest moment in this life, I'm afraid, is just that.

At this time, there was another knock on the door behind him, Xiao Muyuan agreed, Li Dongxu quietly opened the door a crack, saw He Qingwen was a little dazed when he was awake, thought for a while, and walked over with a sad expression on his face.

"What's the matter, Dongxu?"

"Mr. Xiao—" Li Dongxu paused, and was about to open his mouth, but looked at He Qingwen.

He Qingwen looked at him, pursed his lips and laughed, "Tell me, if there is any worse news, I will accept it together."

Li Dongxu lowered his head, sighed, and then replied, "Mr. Xiao, the company called just now, and Rong Shiming——Rong Shiming died."

"What?" Xiao Muyuan suddenly stood up from the bed, "How did you die?"

He knew that Rong Shiming was seriously ill, but even if he was hit by Rong Yuan's death, he wouldn't be so quick, unless——

"According to the people in the company——he jumped from the roof of Hongtian Building."

Xiao Muyuan only felt that his eyes were dark, and then he took a step back, closed his eyes, and shook his head regretfully.

And He Qingwen leaned on the head of the bed as if weightless, covered his mouth with his hands, and lost his mind.

He had always hated Rong Shiming, and he really hoped that Rong Shiming would get what he deserved, but when he heard that Rong Shiming had chosen such a way of death, he still felt very painful in his heart.

No matter what, that person must have watched him grow up, and his shadow still exists everywhere in his childhood.

He is his father's brother, Rong Yuan's father, and his uncle.

Just like the relationship between Xiao Muyuan and Luo Jing, the hatred is intractable and entangled.

Now, he finally understood Xiao Muyuan's approach, but Rong Shiming failed to give him such a chance.

Perhaps, for Rong Shiming, who no longer has any nostalgia for this world and is full of guilt, death is a kind of relief!

Because, often sometimes, to be alive - on the contrary, requires greater courage.

There is no one in the Rong family, so Xiao Muyuan asked Li Dongxu to arrange Rong Shiming's funeral for him, which is the only thing he can do now.

Then, Weier came and appeared in the courtyard in the afternoon, and told He Qingwen that Doug Lang's plane would land in more than three hours. In other words, he had given him the maximum time limit.

Finally, it was time to have to go.

Xiao Muyuan supported He Qingwen to help him dress neatly. He Qingwen's hand finally rested on the neck. The place was empty, obviously something was missing.

He sighed slightly, this time, he really couldn't confess.

Since Doug Lang came here in person, there is no doubt that he will leave this time.

Well, when you get back to the US, let's start all over again!

"Xiao Dong, can you give me another ride?" He Qingwen raised his head feebly, and smiled slightly at Xiao Muyuan.

There is a stretch between the eyebrows, as gentle as light, like a spring sun.

Looking at it, Xiao Muyuan felt like he drank two jars of old wine, and he was already drunk after smelling it.

He brushed his hair back, smiled wryly and replied, "Okay."

Outside the door, cars were like a long queue. Xiao Muyuan helped He Qingwen get into his own car, with Weier leading the way, came out from the beach, and drove slowly towards He's house in District A.

"Where is Yangyang going?" Luo Jing lay on the balcony, looking at the passing vehicles, and asked the servant standing beside her.

"Master Yuan is going to see off a friend, madam, it's cold outside, you should hurry back to the house!"

Luo Jing pouted, glanced at the cars, and walked into the house dissatisfied.

"Leaving again, and not playing with me, Yang Yang is really bad, ignore him when you come back."

"Okay, okay, ma'am, please slow down, watch your feet, and be careful not to fall again!"

The two figures on the balcony turned back to the room, and the servant closed the door behind his back, shutting out the chill after the winter rain.

Perhaps, Rong Shiming's choice was right.

To live is the greatest courage!

☆, pay off

? There was a loud bang, but Xiao Muyuan hadn't reacted yet. He Zhong was driving the locomotive, looked back at the car that hit the tree, spat, and then walked away.

Xiao Muyuan didn't chase after him, he got up, took a few staggered steps, and then stumbled towards the car that hit the tree and was still emitting smoke, somewhat absent-mindedly.

"Qingwen, Qingwen—"

Through the car window, he saw He Qingwen leaning on the driver's seat, the blood from his forehead was streaming down his cheeks.

"Qingwen, Qingwen, wake up—"

He yelled loudly and slammed on the car window, trying to wake He Qingwen up, but the people in the car didn't respond at all, so he pulled open the deformed car door with all his might, and carried He Qingwen out of it. .

At this time, Weir and the others had also chased up from behind and got out of the car one after another.

"Mr. Devon, Mr. Devon—"

It's just a matter of minutes, and again, it's turned upside down.

The convoy came out of Xiao Muyuan's house and was halfway there when explosions suddenly occurred on both sides of the convoy. The convoy was dispersed in a panic, and everyone got out of the car to check the situation.

At this moment, He Zhong came out from nowhere, and passed by Xiao Muyuan's car on his motorcycle.

He Qingwen saw He Zhong made a provocative gesture towards him, and this time, he was irritated again.

Taking advantage of the gap before Xiao Muyuan got in the car, he sat across the driver's seat, started the car and chased him out.

Xiao Muyuan was the first to notice, and before everyone could react, he immediately got into a car beside him and followed closely behind.

On a deserted suburban road, Xiao Muyuan saw that He Zhong was riding a motorcycle ahead, and He Qingwen was driving behind, chasing closely.

And when passing through an intersection, He Qingwen turned the steering wheel sharply in order to avoid the oncoming car from the side, and parked dangerously on the side of the road.

Xiao Muyuan hurriedly stopped beside his car, got out of the car to check his condition, saw that He Qingwen was fine, he was relieved just now, but the humming of the locomotive came to his ears again, so he suddenly raised his head and found He Qingwen Heavy came back on his motorcycle, and rushed straight towards him.

Xiao Muyuan dodged, fell to the ground and rolled twice, and dodged, but then, He Zhong turned around sharply and rushed towards Xiao Muyuan again.

Seeing that the locomotive was about to run over Xiao Muyuan's body, at this moment, he suddenly felt that there were two dazzling lights on the side, so he hurriedly reversed direction and rowed to the side of the road.

And He Qingwen's car was right behind him, sprinting towards him, but because of its high speed, it slammed into a big tree diagonally behind him.

He Zhong heard a loud noise behind him, turned his head and saw thick black smoke rising from the front of He Qingwen's car, knew that he had hit hard this time, and planned to continue the attack, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Weier leading the attack. Seeing that those cars had already rushed over, he had to stop again.

Damn it, He Qingwen, next time, even if I, He Zhong, go to heaven and earth, I will definitely let you die.

He snorted viciously and fled along the path.

Xiao Muyuan put his arms around He Qingwen, and covered the blood on his forehead with his hands, but the blood kept oozing out from his fingers.

"Qingwen, Qingwen, don't sleep, wake up—" Xiao Muyuan's hands trembled involuntarily.

He Qingwen's eyelashes fluttered twice, his eyes slightly opened, and his lips parted slightly.

"Qingwen? Qingwen?"

"Xiao—" He struggled to utter a word

"Qingwen?" Xiao Muyuan hurriedly put his ear to his mouth.

"Xiao - Mu Yuan, Hongye - Shan, I don't - owe - you!"

Xiao Muyuan was taken aback.

——Xiao Muyuan, I owe you this time.

Red Leaf Mountain, He Qingwen bit his lip lightly, once said to him like this.

"No, no, Qingwen, you don't owe me, Qingwen?"

He Qingwen blinked his eyes for the last time, and passed out.

"Mr. Devon—"

"Qingwen, you don't owe me, I owe you, I have always owed you, I will pay you back, I will pay you back, Qingwen, don't, don't sleep, don't sleep—"

Xiao Muyuan tightly hugged He Qingwen's body, his whole body was shaking.

No, don't treat him like this, he just dragged He Qingwen back from the death line.

God, how could you—

Seeing that He Qingwen's situation was not good, Weier was about to direct other people to pick He Qingwen into the car, but when he looked up, he saw a helicopter flying not far away, with a clear goal towards this direction.

His eyes showed panic, and his face instantly changed color.

"President?" He arrived early?

And this situation, how should he explain it to him, how should he explain it.

After all the calculations, he couldn't escape after all.

Weier gritted his teeth and stood still, watching the helicopter getting closer and closer to the top of his head.

The propellers were deafening, and the wind they brought up was rattling, sweeping the dead wood and sand on the side of the road towards the convoy and the crowd.

Weir saw that the upper body of the man had emerged from the helicopter, and he yelled towards the ground.

"Diven—"

That cry came from above along with the sound of the propellers, and when the helicopter was more than one person away from the place, that person jumped off the helicopter directly.

"President—" Will rushed over worriedly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came to him, Doug Lang stood up and punched him.

bang——

Weier felt his eyes go black for a while, and fell to the ground, not knowing how far Doug Lang punched him.

"President—" He covered his eyes and gasped for breath.

"Damn it, is this how you take care of Diven?" Doug Lang yelled at him, and then walked directly towards Xiao Muyuan who was holding He Qingwen in his arms.

At this time, Xiao Muyuan also raised his head and looked at Doug Lang with piercing eyes.

Doug Lang walked up to him, without saying a word, directly stretched his hand under He Qingwen's body, intending to hug him, but he clearly felt a resistance.

He was fascinated, looking at Xiao Muyuan, "Mr. Xiao, let go."

Xiao Muyuan didn't speak, and the strength in his hand also didn't lessen.

After a few seconds of stalemate with each other, Doug Lang's face was already angry, and he raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes.

"Let go—"

Xiao Muyuan gritted his teeth, lowered his head, looked at the fainted He Qingwen in his arms, held back the tears in his eyes, and slowly let go of his hands.

Doug Lang quickly picked up He Qingwen, turned around and strode towards the helicopter.

The helicopter took off, and then the convoy also left slowly.

Just now, there was a long queue of cars on the avenue, but now it was empty, only Xiao Muyuan was left alone.

In the emergency room of the hospital, several of the city's most authoritative trauma doctors and brain experts gathered.

But after four hours, Doug Lang watched them go in and out, and occasionally a doctor came out to report the situation, but He Qingwen never came out.

"Why didn't Diven come out, why didn't Diven come out, what happened to him?"

Doug Lang held the new brain doctor by the collar and pushed him against the wall with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to eat people alive.

"President, President, please calm down first." Weier hurriedly brought someone over to dissuade him, and pulled the frightened brain expert off the wall in time. "President, listen to what the doctor says first."

Weier turned his head and asked the expert in Chinese. The expert stabilized his emotions before replying cautiously, "Mr. Devon's head injury is not serious, but his brain has suffered a very strong impact, which affects His central nervous system, and his brain had been greatly stimulated before this, both mentally and drug-related. These three conditions are combined, so Mr. Devon's current situation is not very optimistic. "

"What do you mean?" Dougron turned around and strangled him again, "What on earth do you mean, what will happen to Diven, I tell you, if something happens to him, you people don't even think about it .”

"Mr. W*, Mr. W*, please don't do this—" the doctor swallowed with his hands trembling in fright, and then replied, "Mr. W*, please calm down first, and listen to me."

Dougron gave him a sharp push, "Quickly, my patience is limited."

The expert breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "According to the current examination results, Mr. Devon's life is not in danger for the time being, but there has been no sign of regaining consciousness. In other words, Mr. Devon is likely to be in a coma for a while."

"Being in a coma for a while?" Doug Lang lost his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "You mean, Diven won't wake up?"

The expert was afraid that Dougron would lose control again, so he took a big step back and hid slightly behind Will.

"Mr. Wo*, it's not that he won't wake up, but he will be in a coma for a while."

"How long is that?" Dougran yelled.

The expert shivered, and hurriedly replied, "It will take—it depends on Mr. Devon's own willpower, it may take a few months, or it may take a year—"

"What did you say--"

The expert hurriedly sent Weier a look for help, and Weier also stepped forward to persuade him at this time, "President, don't worry, we will take Mr. Devon back to the United States first, and then we will do our best to treat him."

Doug Lang glanced at them, nodded and said, "That's right, I want to take Diven back to the United States, back to the United States, and get out of this ghost place." He clenched his fists tightly, staring straight at the emergency room. red light.

He wants to take He Qingwen away, leave this place forever, and then tie him by his side forever, never let go, never let go again!

Three days later, arranged by Xiao Muyuan, a funeral was held for Rong Shiming and Rong Yuan.

There was no one in the Rong family, and the auditorium was cold and cold. On this day when the family was supposed to be happy, the two figures turned into two black and white photos.

The photos of the father and daughter are placed side by side on the desk, smiling together.

Laugh at the most useless and absurd drama in the world.

During the burial, Xiao Muyuan thought over and over again, and still placed Rong Shiming's tombstone next to He Yuntian.

Don't expect to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

He Yuntian, Rong Shiming has finally come to accompany you.

From now on, you two brothers can drink together again.

As for Rong Yuan——

He Qingwen told him that he originally wanted to take her to the United States in the future.

In the end, she was left alone.

Xiao Muyuan caressed her urn, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh.

Because, inside the heavy urn, it is empty.

If there was anything left, there was only her missing He Qingwen!

Two days later, the people from He Zhai went to Lou Kong.

Doug Lang returned to the United States with He Qingwen in a coma.

Xiao Muyuan looked at the dark sky, watching the plane break through the clouds and take it away, his last thought.

He Qingwen, you have to live well - live!

Because, this wish is not only Rong Yuan's, but also - his! ?

☆, scramble

?The dark night, the stars are few, and the wind and clouds pass by, covering the moonlight on the window.

In the courtyard of the villa on the outskirts, several bodyguards were patrolling and guarding. At this moment, a black figure flashed from the corner of the wall, and took advantage of the gap to jump onto the balcony on the second floor.

He pushed lightly with his hand, and the balcony door opened. Then, he pushed aside the heavy curtains, turned sideways, and slipped in.

There was no light in the room. He groped in the room relying on the feel of his hand and the layout of the room in his mind. He remembered that after crossing this suite and going further inside, it was the bedroom.

Then, he quietly took out a spacer gun from his pocket and continued walking inside.

His vision gradually adapted to the darkness. In a trance, he seemed to see the person on the bed move, so he raised his arm and aimed the gun at the person's head.

However, his actions can only go so far.

With the "ding" sound of a lighter, the bedroom became brightly lit in an instant.

The person standing in front of the bed was suddenly stunned, and hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound. The next moment, the person who was lying on the bed turned over and jumped up, pointing the gun directly at the back of the sneak attacker's head.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight bodyguards poured in from the bathroom and outside the door at the same time, their guns pointed at the attacker who raised his hand and surrendered.

Weier stood by the door, holding a cigarette in his black gloved hand, and the smoke was lingering. After he took a sip, he said, "Do you know that it's very impolite to come to someone's house as a guest and not go through the main entrance?" Behavior."

The man was speechless and could only bow his head resignedly.

Weier shook his hands lightly, and the bodyguards had already moved, unloading their guns and tying them up.

The man barely struggled, because he knew that struggling was useless. He knew the identities and skills of these bodyguards well.

After everything was done, Weier took out the phone from his pocket and made a call.

"President, the person has been caught, Miss Serena is also safe."

"Well, put her in place."

"Okay, President, what should I do with that man?"

Weierben thought that Doug Lang should be more angry, but there was only a casual sentence on the phone.

"It's useless, you can dispose of it as you like."

Wil paused, "I see, President!"

He hung up the phone, smiled at the brightly lit bedroom, and with a wave of his hand, everyone left.

Doug Lang threw the phone on the bed casually, sat behind the man, continued to hug him, held his hand in one hand, and held a file in the other, slowly and carefully filing the nails for the man in his arms.

"Diven, it seems that some people can't wait anymore, hehe! These stupid people are really impatient!"

Unable to respond, he poked his head forward and kissed the man's side face lightly. Afterwards, he continued to hold the man's hand and trimmed each nail with a file to make it smooth and round. Complete a perfect work, unfold it, appreciate yourself.

"Baby, look, I did a lot better this time than last time, didn't I?" He blew off the white powder on his nails, held it lightly, and put He Qingwen's hand on his own, Touch and knead.

The lighting in the room was very soft, adjusted to He Qingwen's favorite dark tone.

Very warm, but also very charming.

Doug Lang's face protruded from the shadows, and no one could imagine that the man who was always aloof and high-spirited was in the current state, with a haggard face, messy hair, and covered with hair. Stubble on cheeks.

He lowered his head, looked at He Qingwen's sleeping face from the side, raised his hand, and raised the blob that partially blocked his eyes, revealing that delicate face.

"Diven, no matter when, you are the most beautiful!"

Even when he was asleep, it was so easy to tug at his heartstrings.

And in this world, only He Qingwen, only he, can make Doug Lang do this.

Doug Lang sighed lowly, "Diven, don't you want to wake up? Four months, you haven't spoken to me for four full months, I really want to hear your voice." He lowered his head and muttered Whispering, after a while, he changed to a negotiating tone, "It's okay if you don't want to talk to me, then play the piano, wake up, and play your favorite piano, Diven."

He swayed gently, but the person in his arms was still so quiet, like a beautiful puppet.

But Dougron knew that he could hear, his Diven could hear everything, but he couldn't speak now.

"Wake up, Diven, wake up! See what surprise I will bring you, maybe you will scold me then, but it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter, I believe, you will like it!"

The light in the dark night is shining brightly.

Under the light, the two shadows, on the wall, melted into each other's arms.

A few days later, a guest came to the manor, as Doug Lang expected.

Doug Lang casually put on a warm robe and went to meet him with an unwashed face.

"Uncle Jonathan, you came earlier than I expected."

Doug Lang walked to the wine cabinet, took out the wine glass, poured two glasses of wine, and then sat back on the sofa.

Jonathan looked him up and down, and took the wine glass in his hand.

"Let me tell you first, I don't have much time, I have to go back to accompany Diven, he will wake up at any time."

Jonathan raised his eyebrows, didn't take it seriously, and just asked lightly, "How long will you continue in this state?"

Doug Lang touched his stubble-covered chin with his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Am I in a bad state?"

"It's worse than I imagined!"

Doug Lang sighed, rubbed his brows, and asked him, "My villa was attacked, and someone wanted to cut off my escape. Does Uncle Jonathan think it's necessary for me to continue playing with them?" ?”

Jonathan raised the wine glass to his lips, glanced at him, snorted, but did not answer.

Dougron put his hands through his messy hair, stood up and walked around the living room, thinking for a moment.

Jonathan finished his glass of wine, and then asked, "My dear nephew, what step do you want to take now?"

Doug Lang looked into his scheming eyes that didn't show the slightest sign.

He raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Jonathan, Wo*'s family has gone through three generations. Some people can't sit still, and they want to stand on the top and taste the taste of the sky, so I'll just let him try it." Try, if you can stand it, let him continue to sit, if you can't stand it, you will be smashed to pieces, and the whole Wo* family will be together—" He pointed to the sky, then pointed to the ground, and then pointed at Jonathan Smile.

With a bang, Jonathan dropped the wine glass on the table.

"Douglang, I'm not in the mood to joke with you, so be serious."

Doug Lang laughed twice, sat back on the sofa, raised his head, and sighed, "Uncle Jonathan, I really don't understand what these people are fighting for? Power, money , reputation, after they get it, can they really be satisfied? And what is the ultimate goal after getting it? Is it just for those bright red words on the tombstone? If this is the case, I can give it to them in advance, The fourth and fifth generations of Wo*’s family—I can let their descendants continue to do it, so that I don’t have to be so tired!”

Jonathan snorted, "Douglan, go ahead and make your dreams come true. Do you think anyone can be the head of the Wo* family? Don't make such jokes about the whole family. "

Yes, Wo* has gone through three generations, and each generation is a strong person selected from the same family.

From childhood, the children who are selected as the heirs of the next generation will receive a different education from others. They have no childhood, only cruel training. They have to participate in all matters of the family and make decisions since they are young. You can make mistakes, because one wrong step will cause global turmoil and affect the entire family's economy.

Therefore, it can be said that they have everything, but at the same time they have lost the most basic thing in their nature-happiness!

They are not happy, they don't know what that kind of thing is like.

Doug Lang sighed deeply, and ruffled his messy hair, as if he wanted to indulge himself on purpose, as if this was his nature, the most primitive, the wildest, and the one he most wanted to return to.

"I really want to fly away with Diven, help me, my Uncle Jonathan, or else - let you take the seat of the fourth generation, how about it?"

Jonathan listened, so angry that he swung his cane and knocked it on his leg.

Fortunately, Dougron reacted in time and dodged with his legs slanted.

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