black mandala

Sapphire ring.

On the day it was made, he secretly swore that next time, he would wear it on He Qingwen's hand himself.

And then he'll hold that hand forever, forever.

"Diven, no one can take you away, even if I put you in a cage forever, I won't let you go."

His eyes glanced at Will, who was still bowed on the ground, and his voice was calm.

"Destroy——Hongtian!"

Weier was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Yes, President, I will implement the acquisition immediately—"

"I said - destroy, Hongtian!"

"President!" Weier was shocked, "President, you do this, Mr. Devon—"

A sharp gaze swept over, and Weier immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Yes, to destroy Hongtian, he would destroy everything that He Qingwen cared about.

He wanted He Qingwen to be the only one in the world from now on.

only he—

He pushed open the door of the study room, and walked straight to the deepest bedroom, regardless of Will's going or staying.

The bedside lamp in the bedroom was still on, but the person on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep.

He walked to the bed, quietly, staring at the man's face.

Quiet, safe, like an angel, holy and flawless.

This is his angel, who can only cleanse the soul for him alone.

Diven, you are my everything, you are my world, you are mine, anyone who wants to contaminate you or wants to occupy your heart, I will destroy them all, forever, disappear!

He sat down and reached under the covers.

He Qingwen, who was sleeping soundly, felt a cool touch on his body, and immediately after that, a sense of oppression came over his body.

He sighed, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Dougron? You're back?" His voice was extremely lazy, like a tease.

Dougron lay prone on top of him, staring into his face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? I just—"

Dougron remained motionless, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity.

He Qingwen was a little nervous, Douglang's heavy sniff swept his cheeks, making He Qingwen aware that something was wrong with him, and just now, he clearly heard gunshots inside the building, although the sound insulation here is very good , but he can still hear it.

Something must have happened.

"Dougron?"

At this time, Douglang arched his body, held He Qingwen's head in his hands, and kissed him very rudely.

The buttons on the shirt scraped against He Qingwen's smooth skin, causing him a little pain. He Qingwen could only slightly push him away with his hand.

"Doug—uh—"

Before making a sound, the beast pressed down heavily again.

Following that, Dougeron untied his belt three or five times, and held He Qingwen's slender waist.

"Dougron, wait a minute, I haven't expanded—ah—"

The proud hard object advanced quickly, and He Qingwen was so painful that he tightly grasped the railing at the head of the bed with both hands.

"Dougron, stop, Dougron—"

The beast went crazy and could no longer hear any sound.

He only knew that he wanted to completely integrate the person under him into his body.

Every part of He Qingwen's body, every minute and every inch, including every drop of blood in his body.

"Diven, you're mine, you're mine, mine, mine, you're mine, you'll always be mine—"?

☆, misfortune

? "Qingwen——"

Xiao Muyuan yelled and sat up on the bed.

It was already midnight outside the window, the breeze was cool, and the autumn tiger at the end of summer not only didn't wake him up from the night, but made him sleepy in the middle of the night, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Somehow, for two nights in a row, he dreamed that He Qingwen was locked in a dungeon, and he reached out his hand from the railing, calling for help, but the more he wanted to get closer, the more his body involuntarily retreated. .

Until, the darkness buried his sight, swallowed his hearing and all senses.

The dream was so real that he couldn't tell it apart, his heart was beating so loudly that he almost suppressed the breath in his heart.

He doubted that if he really couldn't bring up the tone, he would just pass by like that.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he lifted the quilt and stepped off the bed.

Without turning on the light, he groped to the tea table in the outer room in the dark, poured himself a glass of water, and drank a few swigs before he regained his composure.

Xiao Muyuan was restless, and walked back and forth three or five times in the dark, finally sighed, and turned back to the bed.

On the head of the bed, the hands of the alarm clock with luminous lights formed a right angle.

Three o'clock, at least two hours before dawn, but Xiao Muyuan didn't feel sleepy at all after going through all this trouble.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, I suddenly remembered that dream again.

And what does this dream indicate?

After thinking about it, he felt that he must be thinking about it every day and dreaming at night, so he planned to close his eyes and sleep lightly for a while.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, his phone buzzed in his ear.

Xiao Muyuan was still wondering why Li Dongxu would call at this time. As soon as his finger touched the answer button, he heard Li Dongxu's hurried voice from over there.

"Mr. Xiao, it's not good. Warehouse No. [-] is on fire."

"what?"

Xiao Muyuan straightened up from the bed in a jerk, and a chill rushed up his back, making his scalp numb.

Without delaying another second, he jumped off the bed, stretched a windbreaker on the sofa in the outer room, and ran out.

Along the way, while driving, he made phone calls to inquire about the situation at the scene, and his hands holding the steering wheel were sweating.

The closer he got to the scene, the more his heart beat wildly.

Warehouse No. [-] stores a large number of electronic finished products and parts that will be shipped to the United States. Yang's creation of the main position in the US market is an important turning point for Hongtian to restore its domestic strength after the economic turmoil.

They have pinned all their hopes on this transaction. In other words, the clothes in Warehouse No. [-] are not only a channel for him to open foreign markets, but also a way of life for Xiao Muyuan and everyone in Hongtian. .

However, how could such an accident happen at this critical moment in Warehouse No. [-], which has obviously strengthened its security.

Xiao Muyuan faintly felt that something ominous was approaching him step by step.

The car was still a few miles away from the warehouse, and the large red light in the sky could already be clearly seen.

Xiao Muyuan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

He rushed to the scene, and there was chaos in front of the warehouse.

The fire was soaring into the sky, with thick black smoke.

Electronic products will generate radiation after they explode and burn, so the firefighters who put out the fire all wore special isolation suits and rushed back and forth to rescue the scene.

Xiao Muyuan looked at the vast fire, but he had no scruples at all. He walked forward numbly.

"Mr. Xiao—"

With a sharp cry, Xiao Muyuan suddenly regained consciousness. He turned his head suddenly, and saw Li Dongxu, who was also wearing radiation-proof clothes, stretched out his hand from behind him, and grabbed him fiercely.

"Mr. Xiao, get in the car!"

Xiao Muyuan was dragged into a car by Li Dongxu, and put on a piece of clothing without any explanation, but his eyes were fixed on the sea of ​​flames, and their pupils turned blood red. s color.

"How on earth did it start, what about the guards?"

"When the fire broke out, they were the first to rush in, and some of them are still lying in the hospital."

"How could this be? There are fire extinguishing facilities in the warehouse, so how could so many people fail to put out the fire that just started?"

"Because there is more than one fire point."

"What?" Xiao Muyuan's head buzzed, looking at the blazing fire, it was like a huge fireball falling from the sky, bringing only death.

"Mr. Xiao, I don't think the fire this time was an accident."

"You mean, someone did it on purpose, set it on fire?"

Is the purpose to make him Xiao Muyuan crushed, or to put Hongtian to death?

And is this disaster a natural disaster?Or—man-made disaster?All had to wait for the fire to stop and investigate the scene before reaching a conclusion, but Xiao Muyuan couldn't wait any longer.

"Dongxu, let's go to the hospital now. I want to investigate this matter myself."

"Okay!" Li Dongxu nodded, turned around and started the car.

The heat wave behind him hit through the car body, Xiao Muyuan tightly clenched his palms and tried his best not to let himself look at the sea of ​​flames again.

Some things have faintly appeared in his mind, he doesn't know whether this series of connections is correct or not, all he knows is that he can't just fall down like this, he will continue to walk with Hong Tian.

Even if Hongtian is left alone, he has only one breath left.

******

"Hodder, prepare a car for me, I'm going out for a while."

"But master, your body—"

He Qingwen frowned, bit his lower lip secretly, "I'm fine!"

After finishing speaking, he supported the side of the bed with one hand and his waist with the other, and slowly stood up from the bed.

This damned Dougron, who went crazy two nights ago, managed to make him unable to get out of bed for two days, even if he passed out in the end, he still insisted on it.

Like a madman, like a beast.

After casually changing into a casual outfit, He Qingwen walked downstairs slowly, and stood in front of the mansion, waiting for the car.

Today's car was prepared very slowly. Although He Qingwen was not in a hurry, he was still a little surprised.

He was about to turn around and ask Huo De for the reason, but at the next moment, he saw an unexpected visitor coming to the manor.

A black limousine stopped not far from the gate of the house. The door opened, and a handsome man who looked somewhat similar to Doug Lang stepped out.

Different from Dougron's wildness, this person always showed gentleness and gentleman, exuding an innate aristocratic atmosphere.

There is more, that is, the shrewdness that does not show in the world.

He walked down and greeted He Qingwen, being very polite.

"Hello! Diven!"

He Qingwen replied, "Hi, Mr. Xiu'an!"

Xiu'an smiled lightly, "Diven is always so polite, just call me uncle like Dougron, although I'm only two years older than him, of course, if you feel awkward, you can also call me by my name directly, called I am repairing."

"Then how dare you be, after all, you are his elder, not to mention, I'm still—"

In name, I am still Doug Lang's adopted son.

He Qingwen suddenly realized that he really shouldn't discuss this issue of status anymore, so he sealed his mouth abruptly.

Xiu An also realized the embarrassment, so he stopped there.

"What, are you going out?"

"Yes." He Qingwen nodded, and glanced at the direction of the car every day, but there was no sign of the car.

what happened?

The more He Qingwen felt something was wrong, the more he felt suspicious.

Could it be that Doug Lang gave another order to prohibit him from traveling?

At this time, Xiu'an followed He Qingwen's gaze and looked in the same direction.

Shrewd, he has already figured it out.

Raising his hand and humming softly, he said to He Qingwen, "If you don't mind, I can send you off later."

Xiu'an's eyes were full of smiles, but the kindness behind this always made He Qingwen feel uncomfortable, and he shook his head reflexively.

"No, thank you for your kindness, my car will be here soon."

This was really a shameful embarrassment. He Qingwen wanted to go out, but he couldn't find a car.

There was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

Xiu'an no longer insisted, he would advance when he was advancing, and retreat when he was retreating, saving some face for He Qingwen, and also leaving room for the two of them to continue to have a deep friendship.

Xiu An raised his eyebrows and nodded meaningfully.

"Well, you can do whatever you want. Douglang and I have to talk about something, so I'll wait for him in the living room first."

"Ok!"

The two nodded, intending to bid farewell.

He Qingwen was still standing at the gate and waiting, feeling a dark fire in his heart about Doug Lang's unreasonable outrage.

Xiu'an walked towards the door, but at this moment he stopped in doubt.

He turned his head, glanced at He Qingwen who was standing at the door, and turned around.

"Diven."

He Qingwen turned around, "Mr. Xiu'an, do you have anything else to do?"

Xiu An lightly shook his head thoughtfully, "No, it's nothing serious, maybe I'm worrying too much, it doesn't seem to affect you at all."

He Qingwen was taken aback.

"That matter? Mr. Xiu'an, what are you referring to?"

"Oh!" Xiu'an was a little astonished, "It seems that you don't know yet, but even if you know, it might be a good thing for you."

He Qingwen's sensitive nerves were suddenly aroused, and Xiu An's words clearly revealed something that he had been neglecting for a while.

It was also the root cause of Dougron's anomalies in the past two days.

He Qingwen held back the discomfort on his body, and hurried to Xiu An.

"Mr. Xiu'an, can you tell me what happened?"

"This—" Xiu'an showed hesitation, "Oh, it seems that I am talking too much. If you don't know, it is because some people deliberately blocked the news. I'm really sorry, but I can't be blunt. report, but the news has already spread all over the world, and you will know it in a few days."

"Mr. Xiu'an—"

Repairing his jaw, he turned and left again.

In the end what happened?

He Qingwen's brain turned tens of thousands of times in a few seconds, and once a person's curiosity was aroused, it would be difficult to suppress it even with a heavy weight.

Xiu'an's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and He Qingwen was startled.

"Hodder, give me the newspaper, give me all the newspapers in the past two days."

☆, Xiao Wall

"What happened to Hongtian, you actually kept it from me, Doug Lang, why are you at ease?"

He Qingwen threw up the newspaper angrily, aiming at the other party's face, but lost his direction as soon as he threw his hand, and it fell to the ground in a mess.

Looking at the furious He Qingwen, Douglang didn't react at all. He calmly unbuttoned his neckline, walked to the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of vodka.

"Dougron—"

He Qingwen was a little at a loss for words when he heard Doug Lang's uncharacteristic behavior.

Doug Lang remained silent until he finished drinking the strong wine in the glass, and then asked lightly, "Where do you want to go out during the day?"

It's fine not to mention this matter, but when Doug Lang mentioned it, He Qingwen remembered the shameless embarrassment he felt in front of Xiu'an during the day, and suddenly, the anger in his heart seemed to be fueled by another firewood. rushed out of the top of the head.

"Where do I want to go?" he yelled at Dougran. "Where can I go, Dougran? What's the difference between me and a prisoner now? Next, are you going to put a pair of handcuffs on me?" Shackles, can I step out of the door of your Douglas house?"

Dougron turned his head sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly at him, that expression seemed to mean that he fully agreed with the proposal.

Seeing He Qingwen for a moment, he faintly felt a little cold.

He clenched his fists and turned his gaze back to the newspapers that had fallen to the ground.

Wei Wei softened her tone, "Why didn't you tell me about Hongtian?"

Doug Lang just sneered and answered with a smile, "What about Hongtian—what does it have to do with you?"

He Qingwen was taken aback for a moment.

"you--"

He clenched his hands tightly, bit his lower lip, then angrily walked to the closet, opened the door and took out two sets of clothes.

"what are you doing?"

"I want to go back."

Dougron clenched his hand tightly, almost crushing the wine glass in his hand.

"No—"

He Qingwen turned a deaf ear and continued to pack his luggage. .

With a clang, Douglang put the wine glass on the bar, then hurried to behind He Qingwen, grabbed his wrist, and said fiercely, "I'm not sure, can't you hear me?"

There was a murderous look in his eyes, He Qingwen was stunned for a moment, but immediately replied, "I must go back."

"Don't go!"

"Dougron, I can't let my father's life's work be ruined like this."

Dougron yanked him out of the suitcase violently, "It has nothing to do with you now!" he roared.

"I know, but you made me watch it fall and do nothing, I can't do it, I have to go back."

He Qingwen shook off Doug Lang's hand vigorously, and returned to the bed, but before his hand touched the suitcase, Doug Lang had already taken a step ahead and threw the suitcase under the bed, and the suitcase fell to the ground with a bang. With a bang, the clothes inside were scattered all over the floor.

"Dougron—"

"He Qingwen—"

The first time he heard Doug Lang's Chinese name being called out, full of anger, He Qingwen froze, staring at him motionlessly like a wooden sculpture.

In the past few days, Dougron has always been abnormal, and his reaction at this time is unprecedented.

He was speechless, and could only stare at Doug Lang's lips, which kept opening and closing against him.

"Diven, I can indulge you blindly, indulge your willfulness, and indulge your whim, but there are some things that you'd better stop in moderation and not go too far."

"Dougron, I just want to save my father's blood."

"Diven, I want you to recognize where you stand."

"Is it my position?" He Qingwen nodded, "Okay, let me tell you, my position is, Hongtian, it is my father's life, and he gave it his whole life. In the end, even if He died, and he died in that building, but now, you want me to watch it collapse in front of my eyes and stand by, Doug Lang, if I do, my father will be alive , he won't forgive me, and—" He Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't think this accident was an accident, I have to go back and investigate."

Dougron narrowed his eyes slightly, "What are you looking for?"

"As far as I know, Xiao Muyuan would not make such a low-level mistake. This accident may be caused by man."

He Qingwen's sensitivity to this matter surprised Doug Lang, but when he heard that person's name again, the jealousy in Doug Lang's heart was on the verge of breaking out again, and it was so strong that it could not be suppressed.

Xiao Muyuan——

He let go of the strength in his hand and snorted, "Do you want to go back? Well, then tell me clearly that you can't wait to go back at this moment. Is it for Hongtian, for your father, or for you?" —anyone else?"

He Qingwen was taken aback for a moment, "Douglang, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Doug Lang was burned by his own jealousy, and while staring at He Qingwen, he ruthlessly pulled off the tie around his neck, "Need my reminder, Diven? "

"Douglang, just speak up if you have anything to say, I hate you beating around the bush like this."

Doug Lang nodded, "Okay, what I want to say is that the Hongtian you want to support wholeheartedly is now surnamed Xiao."

"So what? As long as Hongtian Building doesn't collapse, as long as it's still called Hongtian, no matter what its surname is, it's my He family—"

He Qingwen stopped suddenly, he finally realized something was wrong.

Dougron turned around and brought up the vodka on the table again. This time he didn't pour the wine into the glass, but poured it directly into his mouth.

The strong wine entered his throat, and the fire-like touch burned his heart.

He held the bottle, and his voice sounded like it came from hell.

"Diven, are you for your father, or for that—Xiao Muyuan?"

After a while, he heard his overtones. He Qingwen's heart skipped a beat, and he took a sharp breath, "Doug Lang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Diven, I don't need to say something, you know it well—"

"Doug Lang, what do you mean, you are here, you are suspecting me and Xiao Muyuan? Doug Lang, are you crazy? Others don't know, don't you even know my relationship with Xiao Muyuan Is it? He and I are sworn enemies, my father died in front of him back then, how could I—”

"Don't use this kind of words to perfuse me anymore, I've heard enough, Diven, do you still want to continue to hide from me and play me in your hands?"

He Qingwen was shocked.

Doug Lang, what do you know?

Did Will tell him something?

No, Will wouldn't be that stupid.

But even if there is indeed such an indistinct thing between him and Xiao Muyuan, those are just phantoms built on the spiritual level for them, they cannot be grasped, and long before they germinate, they are caught He was strangled in the cradle.

He even felt that what he did at that time was a little cruel to Xiao Muyuan.

But, thankfully, nothing has happened yet.

Therefore, he has a clear conscience and does not need to explain anything.

Staring at the unmoved He Qingwen, Doug Lang snorted coldly, "Don't you want to say something?"

"Dougron, you are unreasonable!"

"Am I unreasonable, or are you trying to cover up?"

Doug Lang changed his usual attitude and stopped coaxing and flattering He Qingwen. Facing Doug Lang's suspicion and questioning, He Qingwen didn't want to explain further, so he shook his hand and turned to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to my own room, I think we should all calm down."

"Come back, I might not let you go."

He Qingwen continued to walk towards the gate, even though he knew that he would never be able to get out of this gate.

Sure enough, before he reached the door, he was cut in the middle by Douglang.

"Let go—ah!"

The world was spinning, and with a flash in front of his eyes, he was thrown back on the bed by Doug Lang.

Before he woke up, Dougron had already untied his tie, grabbed his arm, and stretched him towards the railing at the end of the bed.

He Qingwen knew what he was going to do, and shouted loudly, "Doug Lang, let me go, you lunatic, what else can you do other than use this perverted method to eliminate your anger and vent your beast/desire ?”

Douglang tied He Qingwen's arms to the railing with a tie, and then pulled his lower body completely off.

His voice was cold, and he said, "Do you know how the beast announces his ownership of his spouse to the outside world?"

Resisting was useless, He Qingwen heard the sound of cloth rubbing and belts being undone behind him, he clenched his teeth, waiting for the next intrusion.

However, this time it was far from what he had guessed.

Pop, pop!

Following two crisp sounds, He Qingwen tightened his hips reflexively, straightened his waist, and stuck it directly on the railing.

I didn't feel any pain at first, but after a while, I felt a burning pain on both sides of my buttocks.

He was stunned, then turned his head abruptly, "Dougron, what are you doing?"

I saw Dougron holding the belt that had been removed from his body in his hand, and was pulling it again and again, making the sound of the belt being folded and colliding with each other.

Punishment, unlike before, has become another way.

He Qingwen grinned and hissed, followed by two more bangs, echoing in the room.

"Dougran, you bastard!"

He gripped the railing tightly with both hands and tried to get as close to it as possible, but he couldn't escape.

The crisp sound of whipping sounded again, and Dougron slapped him four or five times before throwing the belt into the sofa.

There was only numbness left on the buttocks, and the real hot pain was still faintly waiting to be felt. It didn't hurt much, but a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on He Qingwen's forehead.

This was the first time in a long time that Dougron had treated him in this way.

He beat him to punish him for his disobedience.

He was already tired of being proud of his pet, and no longer allowed him to do whatever he wanted, to fiddle with his reverse scales.

At this moment, He Qingwen felt so wronged.

But since Doug Lang doesn't believe him, what can he say!

He argued that this practice would only make him feel worse than being whipped.

Panting heavily, Douglan lay down on the bed, looking at the half-naked He Qingwen kneeling at the end of the bed, his waist still stubbornly standing upright, he had a panoramic view of such a beautiful scenery, easily aroused His lust/desire to plunder, however—

It was this beautiful body that once fiddled with the waist, panting and moaning in the arms of others besides him.

He covered his eyes with his hands, he didn't dare to think, he couldn't stand it.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, walked to the side of the bed, tore off the tie tied on the railing, and let He Qingwen fall into his arms, then grabbed his head and pressed it against his chest.

He Qingwen pushed him hard, "Bastard, let go, I'm panting—I can't breathe!"

Doug Lang took a few breaths in a hurry, and then, with a force that would crush a person, he was pressed firmly on the bed——

early morning--

He Qingwen was awakened by the strong sunlight from his faint dream. At this moment, the tingling sensation on his buttocks really broke through his painful nerve.

He slept on his stomach all night, extremely tired.

The pain in the waist seemed to be out of joint, and even getting up would feel very difficult.

Dougron, bastard, madman, psycho—

As he got up, he gritted his teeth and cursed Doug Lang secretly in his heart, which only slightly eased the anger in his heart.

slam-la-

what sound--

He Qingwen was stunned, but at the same time, he turned his head and looked behind him.

The cool feel on his ankle guides his gaze, and he sees—

A long metal chain, one end, buckled around his ankle, and the other end went down the bed.

He Qingwen suddenly fell back on the bed.

☆, chain

?Doug Lang once said that if He Qingwen insisted on leaving, then he would forge a golden anklet to tie him down, and he would dream of leaving this manor forever.

Unexpectedly, that half-truth and half-false joke was turned into reality by Doug Lang.

This chain is very delicately crafted and quite expensive.

It was only during the smashing process that He Qingwen discovered that what was wrapped inside the pure gold outer layer was other hard metals.

It seemed that Dougron had planned it for a long time, because he calculated it very accurately, including the length of the chain.

He Qingwen can take it into the bathroom, take a bath in the bathtub, stand in front of the window and see the scenery in front of the house and outside the window, open the door of the bedroom and stand at the door.

However, the only thing that can't be crossed is the middle line between the bedroom and the corridor.

He Qingwen's choice was to open the bedroom door and look at the empty corridor, or to slam the door angrily.

Indoors, the wreckage that had been vented after the anger had been vented had been cleaned up by Hodder's men, and it was swept away like a cloud, not even a blurred mark was left on the bulletproof window that was smashed by a chair.

He Qingwen will no longer do any meaningless actions.

He glanced at Hodder's eyes lightly, and his lips curved into a self-deprecating and helpless smile.

Huo De kept his head down all the time, and only made a sound when he ordered his servants to move in new furniture.

After that, they brought new sets of home clothes into the wardrobe, all of which were knee-length robes with pullovers or open fronts.

Doug Lang was so meticulous that he even thought of this level.

He Qingwen looked at the drawers in the closet, raised his eyebrows, raised a pair of underwear with his fingers, and couldn't help laughing.

This is too much, right?How do you want him to wear it?

He glanced at Huode suspiciously, but saw that Huode had already walked over, turned over the pair of underwear in his hand, and showed He Qingwen the buttons on the side.

He Qingwen was a little speechless. He didn't know if he should praise Hodder for his meticulous attention to detail, or if he should take out all those new-style underwear and sew a victory banner for Dougron himself.

And what he wants to do the most right now is to find out the instigator who has disappeared since early morning, let alone where he is at this time, and ask him personally——

Dougron, you son of a bitch, what the hell do you want chained up like a monkey in this room?

For the first time in his life, He Qingwen couldn't help being violent in his heart.

He pulled back the panties and slammed them into a drawer as Hodder took a step back.

He Qingwen took a deep breath and walked towards the window.

Every time he took a step, there was a rattling sound under his feet, and every sound was like a sharp stab in his chest.

He leaned on the window with both hands, looked at the grass and trees in the courtyard, and the butterfly birds spreading their wings, looked up at the floating clouds in the sky, and saw the dead leaves floating from nowhere. For a moment, he was in a daze.

Behind him, Huo De still did not leave, as if staying there intentionally, waiting for He Qingwen's next instruction.

But he, can you open this chain for him?

No.

Then, He Qingwen can only let him be a statue in this room that can breathe freely, as if, until the eternity of time.

In the room, there was silence for a long time, and finally, a heavy sigh broke the deadlock.

He Qingwen woke up like a dream, turned around and saw Huo De walking towards him.

"Master, the chain is too hard, and you walk too much, be careful to hurt your ankle."

Huo De squatted down in front of him, took out the handkerchief in his breast pocket, lifted the metal ring that tied his ankle with one hand, and then wrapped the handkerchief around his white, smooth, but slightly red ankle. Two laps, knotted, tied, and standing up.

He Qingwen lowered his head, watching Huo De finished, without any disturbance in his heart, he only opened his mouth slightly, and thanked him softly.

"Thank you!"

"Master—"

He Qingwen looked up.

Huode straightened his clothes and said, "The key is with the master."

He Qingwen raised his lips slightly, and hummed, "I know."

"Then you——to the master—" Huo De wanted to comfort him, but he also understood that he should not speak too clearly.

He Qingwen knew what Huo De meant, and it was nothing more than asking him to bow his head to Doug Lang, then speak softly and compromise.

This approach has been gradually accepted by He Qingwen in their recent way of getting along, because his mother said that family harmony is because when there are differences in the family, they should give way and avoid reasoning.

However, there are some things that he often knows, but he still can't do it.

Doug Lang's suspicion, Xiao Muyuan, and Hongtian's accident formed a line in his mind.

He couldn't help but think about it, there were countless, intricate and complicated connections in it.

If things are really as he expected, then how will he deal with it.

Can he still lean towards Doug Lang's "feeling" safely, and lose Xiao Muyuan and Hongtian's - this "reason".

After a long silence, he squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "Huo De, this time, I'm afraid we won't reconcile so easily, because we all have our own bottom line, and I seem to have touched his this time." bottom line, and he also touched my bottom line."

"Master, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I believe that the master will never do anything to hurt you."

"Injury!" He Qingwen frowned slightly, "Huo De, malicious accusations, groundless suspicion, distrust, disrespect, these invisible injuries are often more painful than those added to physical persecution. A hundred times, a thousand times." He clutched his chest and sighed, "Hod, no one can see my wound here."

"Master—" Hodder sighed.

"Hod, can you do me a favor?"

Huo De froze for a moment, looked up at him, "Master—what do you want me to do?"

"Go to my study and get my laptop."

"Young master, if you let the master know that you contact the outside world, I'm afraid—"

"No, I'm not trying to contact anyone, I just, want to know something."

"But—" Hodder looked embarrassed.

"Ten minutes, just ten minutes, Huo De, help me!" He Qingwen begged, seeing that Huo De was still hesitating, he continued, "Don't worry, Doug Lang won't be back for the time being, I just saw him talking to Huo De Ann is out, and their car has left the estate."

Hodder's eyes