black mandala

Dougron's face.

Doug Lang smiled slightly, "Very good! Up to you!"

He would rather He Qingwen yell at him than see He Qingwen's decadent appearance. Now that the wine has been exhausted, it is useless to blame him any more. At worst, from tomorrow onwards, not a single wine bottle will appear here. He'll let Hodder clean it up.

After drinking, his skin turned pink. Douglang held He Qingwen's hot cheeks as if he was touching a ball of fire.

Driven by the desire/desire below him, he lowered his head and kissed He Qingwen's tender lips, but He Qingwen blocked it back with his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired and want to sleep."

"Tired?" Dougron raised his eyebrows.

He Qingwen sighed, and gently pushed Doug Lang, but Doug Lang, who had been abstinent for several days, could not let go easily.

"no!"

Although he didn't want He Qingwen to drink too much alcohol, He Qingwen's drunken appearance was so charming that he often couldn't control it. While pushing and pulling, his hand had already reached into He Qingwen's open collar.

"Dougron, let me go!"

"Don't let it go!"

"Doug Lang, don't you think you're sorry for your bride by doing this?"

Doug Lang stopped abruptly, turned his gaze to He Qingwen's face, and asked with a sudden smile, "You know everything?"

Huo De will not really betray Doug Lang, Huo De stole the computer to him, obviously got Doug Lang's acquiescence.

So He Qingwen asked without hesitation, and Doug Lang was not surprised either.

But he didn't make any excuses, and he was so calm.

He Qingwen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You're going to get married soon, and Serena is still pregnant with your child. At this time, you still have sex with a man. Do you think it's appropriate for you to do this?"

Dougron stood up, took two steps back, and pondered his words, "Diven, I want to correct one thing, I am not cheating, I am aboveboard, you two know each other's existence, including everyone, know I have a wife and a male lover."

He Qingwen raised his head suddenly, and Dougerang's evil face swayed in front of his eyes. He was completely different from the person who knelt on the ground and begged him to forgive him before.

In the end, did he change, or was it just a show for him from the beginning?

He couldn't see clearly, couldn't tell clearly, and couldn't figure it out.

Doug Lang said that, does it mean that people can talk about him openly from now on, they will point to his back and his photo and say, look, this man is the lover who was adopted/raised by Doug Lang, male/prostitute.

Doug Lang gave them this power, just as he once swore to frankly defend, he said, who dares, who dares to say that about you.

Yes, he realized it, he had realized it a long time ago, from the time Dougron announced his engagement to Serena, this kind of maintenance—it collapsed.

Not only that, he was reduced to a prisoner without freedom.

What a mess!How embarrassing!

Unknowingly, step by step to this point, he——how embarrassing!

He just felt that his heart was being stabbed slowly, one by one, by countless needles.

He Qingwen stood up slowly while leaning on the railing at the end of the bed, turned around with downcast eyes, feeling drunk, he walked staggeringly, the door of the bedroom was right in front of him, but it seemed like he had been cast by magic, and he couldn't get to the end no matter what.

Knowing that he couldn't get out, Doug Lang was not in a hurry, and leaned against the railing, waiting for He Qingwen to come back by himself.

Boring——

He Qingwen put his hands on the door, barely supporting his swaying body, but he could only go so far, and the chains held him firmly, not letting him go.

Struggling was futile, he had never fought against this cold dead thing for a while, but today, he stubbornly insisted on competing against this chain.

He held the door, strenuously stepped up his right foot to the door, once, again.

Crash, clatter, the resistance of the chain continued, and as He Qingwen exerted more and more force, the noise became louder and louder.

It was only then that Doug Lang noticed He Qingwen's abnormality.

"Diven, what are you doing? Stop, you can't get out."

He quickly walked to He Qingwen's side, pulled away He Qingwen's hand holding the door, and then looked down at his ankle. Due to too much force, He Qingwen's ankle was bloodstained by the metal ring.

Doug Lang shouted angrily, "I warn you, if you dare to behave like this again, I'll tie you up on the bed, and you won't even be able to take a step by then."

He thought that He Qingwen would resist and argue like before, but this time, he was wrong.

He Qingwen leaned against the door helplessly, his eye circles were red, surrounded by a mist of water, he lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake, his eyes were full of apology.

"I'm sorry, I just, just wanted to make room for the real hostess, this is not, where I should be, I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be here, but the chains are too tight, I can't do it, sorry, sorry !"

His mind was dizzy, his words were intermittent, and he originally wanted to retain the last bit of dignity, but unfortunately, his acting was too poor.

Doug Lang was also taken aback by He Qingwen's strange behavior for a moment. He didn't expect He Qingwen to show weakness, so he held up the pink face with his hands and said softly, "No one wants you to give way, you are right here. No need to go anywhere."

He Qingwen closed his eyes and put up the last line of defense against tears, "Douglang, let me go!"

Doug Lang sighed, "Impossible!"

"Douglan!" He Qingwen took a deep breath, "I have nothing left, Hong Tian is gone, my dignity is gone, my freedom is gone, everything about me has been taken away by you, what do you want? How, please, if you still have a little affection for me, please be kind, put me in a place where no one asks, and let me fend for myself!"

Will Dougron agree?Or, is this just his wishful thinking?

He opened his dim eyes and saw Dougron shaking his head, shaking his head constantly.

His answer was, "No!"

☆, fever

?Jack was exposed to the hot sun for two hours, and finally couldn't bear it, and turned back to the ring track down the mountain.

There was a car parked on the side of the road in front of him, and he ran wildly all the way. As soon as he stopped, he opened the door and got into the co-pilot's seat.

While wiping his sweat, he said, "No, really not, far away, Douglang's manor is completely impregnable, there is no door if you want to inquire or sneak in, and if I am found here, it would be too much." Strange!"

Xiao Muyuan exhaled and nodded, "I understand, don't worry, I didn't intend to let you get involved."

"What? Then what do you want me to do?" Jack asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"It's just that I want to wait for an opportunity."

"what chance?"

"Let you be discovered."

"What did you say?" Jack almost jumped up, staring at Xiao Muyuan in disbelief.

Xiao Muyuan smiled bitterly, "Yes, you are right, it is indeed strange that you appear here, and that is exactly my purpose."

After the last Christmas banquet, Jack's appearance was also a hint to He Qingwen. If Jack appeared near the manor and was discovered by people in the manor, and if the news could reach He Qingwen's ears smoothly, then at least he would understand What, He Qingwen will know that he is coming, and then he will have some reactions.

Or, He Qingwen would choose to ignore it completely.

Gambling, Xiao Muyuan was just gambling.

Use your worst luck so far.

And he didn't care at all, he was exposed to Doug Lang at the same time, causing unpredictable consequences.

Jack finally understood Xiao Muyuan's intentions, raised his fingers and pointed at him tremblingly, afraid that some words would hurt his feelings, but his anger value had indeed reached its peak, just like yesterday when he finally couldn't help but erupt, warning Xiao Muyuan, even if He Qingwen turns around and falls into his embrace, they will still follow Ge Lang's old path one day.

Because, even if Xiao Muyuan could wait for He Qingwen for the rest of his life, the proud He Qingwen would not be willing to hide in the dark forever, being an underground lover or pet who could not see the light and was raised by others.

The first person to leave was He Qingwen.

He is like a double-edged sword, and those who try to hold him can only end up being cut and scarred.

Xiao Muyuan didn't refute, he acquiesced to this statement. Jack thought he had listened to the advice, but he didn't expect that today he insisted on going his own way and insisted on coming near Doug Lang's manor to create such an unrealistic situation for himself. hope.

Xiao Muyuan, Xiao Muyuan, why would a man who is obviously shrewd and godlike be so blind to love?

For this kind of attachment, Jack can only throw up his hands and surrender. He is already speechless, and talking more is just a waste of his own words.

After taking a breath, the breath in my heart gradually dissipated, then I shook my head and said, "Forget it, we can only do so far, the rest is up to God's will!"

God, what a helpless choice.

But this is Xiao Muyuan's only way.

After a while, Jack raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and finally reminded him, "Yuan, Dad made an appointment with Milo for you yesterday, and the appointed time has come. This is our last chance." Seeing Xiao Muyuan's eyes still Staring out the window, he patted his shoulder, "Let's go, Yuan, your Hongtian needs this opportunity, you can't miss it, for yourself, and for him too."

That's right, Hongtian needed this opportunity, and there was still this boulder pressing above his head.

Hong Tian couldn't fall, and neither could Xiao Muyuan. Once he fell, there would be no hope.

Qingwen, believe me, I won't fall down easily, Hongtian, even less.

The car started, and after driving for a long distance, I suddenly heard a loud sentence from the car.

"Oh, Yuan, I thought of it. What you asked me to do just now is what you Chinese often say, 'I can't bear children, I can't get a wolf'?"

The car slid to the side suddenly, and then quickly returned to normal.

Xiao Muyuan's hand holding the steering wheel was dripping with sweat. He stabilized his startled heart before shaking his head and saying, "Jack, if you want to learn Chinese, I can find you an orthodox Chinese teacher." , but please don't be so outrageous while I'm driving, okay? God, it's going to kill people!"

Jack obviously didn't know what he said wrong. He spread his hands and added in broken Chinese, "Sorry, please forgive me for being a foreigner!"

Xiao Muyuan had no choice but to give up with a wry smile.

******

Hodder opened the bedroom door and pushed the breakfast trolley over to the bed.

It seemed that He Qingwen got up very early today. He was sitting by the bed, leaning his head against the railing at the end of the bed. His clothes were a little scattered, and the neckline was wide open, revealing his shoulders covered with bruises.

Usually he is very concerned about these things, and always deliberately tightens his neckline to cover up those hickey marks.

what is it today?

Hodder was a little puzzled, but didn't ask any further questions. He walked up to him and opened the lid of the breakfast plate.

"Master, do you want to eat first or wash up first?"

He Qingwen didn't respond. He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground. His long and dense eyelashes looked like two black feathers from above.

"Master?" Huo De called him again, but he didn't hear a response. He got closer and called again, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

He Qingwen suddenly raised his head, looked at Huo De, a little surprised, "Huo De?"

"Master, you—"

He Qingwen's eyes flickered, he glanced at the railing at the end of the bed, then at Huo De, and asked, "Huo De, how did you get in?"

"Me?" Hodder glanced at the door, "As usual, from the bedroom door."

He pointed to the door of the bedroom and looked at He Qingwen, only to realize that He Qingwen's expression was wrong. He was obviously panicked and surprised, and his eyes were still fixed on the railing at the end of the bed.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

He Qingwen pointed to the railing and said to him, "There are railings here, so many railings, you——you can actually walk in!"

Huo De finally panicked, stepped forward and grabbed his hand, and said in shock, "God! Master, why are you so hot!"

He Qingwen didn't answer him, and kept mumbling, "The railing, since last night, there have been a lot of railings here, and under the bed, many hands stretched out, many hands—"

"Master, calm down, there is no railing, there is nothing here, you have a fever, you must be hallucinating."

He Qingwen shook his head, "No, Huo De, no, there is really a railing here, tell me, how did you get in?" Then he grabbed Huo De's hand suddenly, "Huo De, take me away Well, Hodder, I'm not going out of the bedroom, just let me out of these bars, Hodder, Hodder, please—"

He grabbed Hodder's hand vigorously, exclaimed loudly, panting, even his exhaled breath was hot.

The torment of fear had already exhausted him, and after he shouted a few times, the sky and the earth spun before his eyes, and it was pitch black.

"Master!"

Huo De hurriedly called Henry, and the house was in chaos. When Doug Lang rushed back to the manor and entered the bedroom, it was already full of large and small instruments.

"what happened?"

Doug Lang first glanced at He Qingwen's face before asking Huo De and Henry panting.

Henry took off the stethoscope from his ear and replied, "Master, Mr. Devon just has a severe fever. If the fever subsides, he should be fine."

"Should be all right?" Doug Lang cast a sharp gaze, and then looked at the surrounding windows, "Hodder, ask people to watch these windows, how can this kind of weather make him catch cold."

That's right, how can you catch cold in this kind of weather.

Henry and Huo De looked at each other and glanced at each other, but said nothing.

Two days later, He Qingwen's fever finally subsided, and he woke up from the coma.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Hodder and Henry standing beside his bed, and he was instinctively relieved that Doug Lang was not seen.

But at night, that person still appeared, a figure he hadn't seen for many days.

When Doug Lang walked in, his footsteps were very light. Even though he knew that He Qingwen was still awake, he didn't want to disturb the tranquility of the room.

He sat quietly at the end of the bed, his eyes fell on He Qingwen who was sitting at the head of the bed.

He Qingwen, who was ill, had become very thin in the past few days, and the shadow of the lights blurred his outline, and the edges and corners of his face seemed to be deliberately carved out with a knife.

Doug Lang watched, his heart felt like a stabbing knife.

Getting a little closer, he whispered, "Diven!"

After calling several times, there was still no flicker in He Qingwen's eyes.

Doug Lang knew that He Qingwen didn't want to talk to him, and Henry also told him to try not to irritate He Qingwen, so he didn't dare to get closer, but just watched him from a distance away from He Qingwen.

After staring at He Qingwen for a long time, he said in a gentle tone, "Diven, I've been very busy recently. It's my fault that I ignored you." He paused, glanced at He Qingwen's face, and then said, "Diven, recently the family The place is very unstable, besides trying to calm my mind, I also need to find ways to eliminate the biggest hidden danger, some things are forced, and it is for your own good not to let you out, you have to understand this."

Doug Lang wanted to comfort He Qingwen, and also wanted to defend himself, but facing He Qingwen's indifference, he would only feel more and more powerless and helpless.

After thinking about it for a long time, he changed his tone and continued, "Yes, it was me, I trapped you in this room and locked you with chains, but that was also because you were too stubborn, you insisted on Go, you have to go back and take care of that thing that doesn't belong to you, you have to go to find that Xiao Muyuan, Diven, you can't blame me!"

He Qingwen still didn't respond, and he didn't even move his brows, which made Doug Lang at a loss.

"Diven, talk to me, Diven!"

Doug Lang didn't know what to do. He got up a little angrily, and paced back and forth in the room. He Qingwen hadn't even raised his eyes since he entered the room until now, and he didn't even look at him. I can't hold my breath.

"Diven, I know what you are thinking at this moment, you want to go, you want to leave, you want to stay away from me, but I tell you, you are delusional."

He is too clear that this is what He Qingwen cares about the most, and it is also what he cares about the most, so he wants to say it even more, and he wants to point it out. He shook his head, "I won't let you go, no, it doesn't matter if you don't talk, even if you Keep your mouth shut to me all your life, I don't care, I don't care, Diven, you remember, even if you die, you don't want to escape from my palm—"

He ran to the bed, leaned against He Qingwen, looked directly at him, and told him with his eyes that he would never let go.

He Qingwen's eyebrows moved slightly.

Did you respond?very good!

Doug Lang nodded, anger and jealousy were burning in his heart, he couldn't suppress it, and told He Qingwen another matter.

He told He Qingwen clearly, "Don't you want to see Xiao Muyuan? Well, let me tell you, he - came to America."

☆, crux

? Doug Lang said through gritted teeth, "Yes, Xiao Muyuan is here, and he even asked that Wilson family boy to come and wander around the manor every day. What does he want to do? Do you think I don't know? But let me tell you, He is dreaming, and he will never see you in his life. Including—his life and death, as long as I say a word, Diven, I can make him disappear from this world at any time."

He Qingwen slowly raised his head, and feebly moved his eyelids.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter."

He finally spoke, but Doug Lang was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes and asked him, "What?"

"It doesn't matter, Dougron." He Qingwen's voice was hoarse, and every word he said seemed to be swallowing a piece of burning coal, but he still squeezed his throat and continued to speak weakly, "It's up to you Well, from now on, you can do whatever you want, everything has nothing to do with me."

Doug Lang raised his sharp eyebrows, "Do you want to pretend you don't care, and then let me let him go, Diven?"

He Qingwen lowered his eyes, "No."

Doug Lang stared at his face and saw that his eyelids were trembling slightly. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Some people are not good at lying by nature, even if they lie, they escaped Doug Lang's eyes.

He gasped, "Diven, you can't hide your thoughts from me, but what about my thoughts? How much do you know? If it really doesn't matter, then you can show me that you don't care, Diven."

He Qingwen tightened his chapped lips and turned his head away.

"Hmph, why, did I hit the spot? That Xiao Muyuan, you really care about him."

He Qingwen took a deep breath when he heard the words. After a while, he stretched out his trembling hands and began to undo the buttons on his collar. With the remaining strength, he took the clothes off his shoulders little by little. down.

"Give it to you, Dougron, and take what you want."

Dougron watched his movements, watched him take off his clothes, open the neckline, revealing his bony shoulders and slender waist.

"What is this, Diven? You want to trade this body?"

He Qingwen kept silent, and lowered his head to glance at his skinny body. There really wasn't any human desire/desire, but this was the only thing he had, the last thing, a stinky skin without a soul.

"Diven, don't you find it ridiculous that you are using 'my' things to negotiate terms with me? Hahaha!"

Doug Lang laughed wildly a few times, then turned his head abruptly, and stared at him with ferocious red eyes.

This, the person he wanted to protect with all his heart, the person he cared for in the palm of his hand, actually treated him like this.

He dedicated all his love and gave up his heart. He pampered and pampered him. He only hoped that He Qingwen could return him a sincere smile and love him with the same sincerity.

But the person he was closest to in the past, the person he cared about the most, today abandoned his supreme self-esteem and became the buyer and seller of his bed/house deal.

It's just - to protect that Xiao Muyuan.

Doug Lang clenched his fists, and his strong jealousy and revenge were suddenly aroused. He swept off the lamp on the bedside table, and half of the light in the room went out.

He roared viciously, "Xiao Muyuan, I want to let him come and go!"

Immediately afterwards, Doug Lang bent down and stretched out his hand to press He Qingwen on the bed, but when his hand just touched his shoulder, He Qingwen yelled out.

"Do not touch me."

His body shook violently, and he raised his arms, trying to block Doug Lang's outstretched hand.

"You are the one who set the terms. Don't bargain with me." Doug Lang ignored him and continued to take off his clothes.

However, He Qingwen yelled again, hoarsely filled with misery, "Dougeran stop, please!"

Doug Lang thought he was just resisting, but He Qingwen's eyes were indeed full of fear, as if his hands were covered with hooks and smeared with meth.

He Qingwen wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders, and kept shaking his head.

"Please, Dougron, do whatever you want, just don't touch me with those hands." His voice sounded like a frightened kitten.

Doug Lang stopped moving his hands. He looked at his hands suspiciously, not understanding why these hands brought so much fear to He Qingwen.

Then, tentatively, he stretched out his hand a little more.

He Qingwen suddenly raised his head to fix his eyes, but saw that Douglang's figure changed in the flickering light and shadow, and countless hands stretched out from behind him, like a big spider, waving its claws , Stretched towards him one by one, surrounding him.

"don't want--"

He Qingwen screamed loudly in a hoarse voice. He swept Doug Lang's hand away, pushed Doug Lang down on the bed, then rolled himself out of bed, and ran towards the door of the bedroom with all his strength.

The chain hindered his pace under his feet, and he staggered and fell to the ground within a few steps.

Dougerang didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he rushed over and picked him up, but He Qingwen struggled even harder, slapping Dougerang indiscriminately, and shouting with all his might.

"Hands, take it away, take it away, take it all away, let me go, let me go—"

Doug Lang didn't expect He Qingwen's reaction to be so strong. He was worried that He Qingwen would run around and hurt himself again, so he held on tightly, but the more he held on, the harder He Qingwen struggled.

"Go away, go away, take all of these away, take away—" He Qingwen waved his arms, tearing at Doug Lang's body indiscriminately.

Doug Lang was at a loss and could only shout towards the door of the bedroom, "Henry! Come on, come on, Hodder, call Henry—"

Because He Qingwen was ill, Henry had been in the manor for the past few days. He heard that Doug Lang was urgently recruiting him, so he rushed over with the medicine box.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw He Qingwen struggling in Doug Lang's arms. He asked Huo De and others to help Doug Lang press He Qingwen to the ground, then found a tranquilizer from the medicine box, and hurriedly gave He Qingwen Qingwen injected it.

The effect of the medicine came quickly, and soon He Qingwen stopped struggling, his eyes became dazed, and he lay motionless.

Dougron carried him back to the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He Qingwen used great strength when he resisted, and he tried his best not to let go.

Sitting on the sofa, he felt a little pain in his neck. He stretched out his hand to touch it and found blood. It was the scratch he had scratched when he was hugging He Qingwen.

He stared at the shallow blood stains on his fingers, feeling powerless. "Henry, why is this happening? What happened to Diven?"

Henry squatted down, took out the cotton wool to treat Dougron's neck wound, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Master, it seems that Mr. Devon's illness is indeed not caused by catching cold."

"No? Why is that?" Doug Lang was stunned.

Henry glanced back at He Qingwen on the bed before replying, "Because of mental pressure, I have found that Mr. Devon's mental state has not been right for the past two days. This time Mr. Devon had a fever and had a lot of hallucinations. To some extent Speaking from the outside, it seems that due to mental depression, which has not been vented for a long time, it has caused stasis, and I suspect that Mr. Devon is suffering from a certain degree of mental depression."

Doug Lang narrowed his eyes and stared at Henry for a while, "You mean, Diven suffers from depression?"

"Yes, sir. Medication alone is not enough for this disease. We must first find out the crux of Mr. Devon's illness and let him receive psychological treatment, so that he can slowly recover."

depression?The crux of the disease?

Doug Lang stared at He Qingwen on the bed in disbelief, "How could this be? I just didn't let him go out, it's just—" He stared at the chain on He Qingwen's feet, and couldn't even explain it to himself .

There is no need to look for it, they all know where the crux of his illness is, and they know it well.

Since the day he was chained to this bedroom, he has become thinner and thinner. He recovered from his last illness with great difficulty. It has only been two days, and the torment of the illness has completely wiped out the results of his conditioning during that period of time. In vain.

Yes, he was watching, he had been watching, watching He Qingwen being tortured, and he was also enduring the pain of this torture.However, he had to do it.

He wants to trap him and torture him, he must find an outlet for himself, otherwise, he will be the first to go crazy, and then everything will be out of control.

"Use the best medicine, let him stabilize his emotions first."

"Okay, master!" Henry and Huo De glanced at each other, then at the chain on He Qingwen's feet, and they sighed lowly.

The effect of the medicine had passed, and He Qingwen had been depressed after waking up, refusing anyone to approach him, especially when everyone stretched out their hands to him, his body would shake violently.

Even in the end, he didn't sleep on the bed at all, he said, there were so many hands under the bed, he was afraid--

Doug Lang tried to get close to him twice, but each time his reaction would be very strong, and each time he needed Henry to inject him with a sedative to control his resistance.

Dougron, there is nothing else to do.

"Henry, what should I do? What method should I use to cure him?"

"Master, we can't get close to him now. What Mr. Devon needs most now is someone he can trust to take care of him."

"trust?"

"Yes, it's best - family members, at least he won't be too repulsive."

Doug Lang walked to the bedside in the bedroom, looked at He Qingwen's pale face and bloodless lips, gently stroked his face, and listened to his whispers in a semi-conscious state.

"Dad, I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, brother will take you away, Yuanyuan, don't cry, brother will take you away—" After a pause, his voice became louder, "Dougron, don't, don't, I don't want those bars, don't, don't lock me up, don't, hands, there's a lot of hands under the bed, don't pull me, don't—"

He repelled him, he hated him, he feared him.

All of this was not his original intention, but it did bring He Qingwen great harm.

What exactly do you want him to do?Can He Qingwen be happy and fulfill himself?

"Hodder!"

"master!"

"Go and invite Mrs. He over."

Hodder was stunned for a moment, and then exchanged a glance with Henry before responding, "Okay, sir!"

"Wait!"

Huo De stopped at the sound and returned to Doug Lang, seeing Doug Lang take out a chic key from the inner pocket of his jacket and throw it at him.

"Report his situation to me on time every day."

"Yes, sir!"

After speaking, Doug Lang got up and walked out of the bedroom.

☆, mole

?In the VIP lobby of New York Airport, Weir was holding a binoculars and watching the flight that was about to fly to China. He didn't take out the phone from his pocket until he saw the figure of the target disappearing at the boarding entrance, and dialed it.

"President, Xiao Muyuan has already boarded the plane."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while before replying, "Understood."

Will hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "President, can you just let him go back like this? I can send someone immediately—"

"No need." A soft sigh came from the phone, "Let him go."

Weier nodded while holding the phone, "Understood, President!"

Putting down the phone, Weier gestured to the window. At this moment, a dozen men in black came out from the corner of the parking space, and walked back to a side door of the hall at the same time.

On the other end of the phone, in the towering office on the top floor, Doug Lang was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking into the distance.

He looked into the sky, where a plane disappeared into the clouds.

And on the sofa behind him, a middle-aged man with a fat body and slightly gray temples was sitting at this moment. He was smoking a cigar, staring at Dougron's back, with a faint smile on his lips. Smile.

"What troubles you so much, my Nephew Dougrand?"

Doug Lang turned around, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at him lightly.

"It's nothing, I don't know that Uncle Milo came to see me today, what's the matter?"

Milo took a puff on his cigarette and laughed out loud, "I recently discussed a business deal, even if I didn't tell you, you probably already know about it."

"Oh?" Dougron smiled contemptuously.

Of course he knew that it was Wilson who brokered the deal, and it was Xiao Muyuan who negotiated the deal with him.

It is said that the price offered by Xiao Muyuan this time gave him a lot of room for profit, and he could make a lot of money from it, but this old fox must have heard something from Thomas, so he couldn't wait to come to find out about him It is in your own interest to see how to do it.

Not daring to offend him, but also taking into account the face of the Wilson family, and having interests to follow, the stakes between the three really made it difficult for him to make a choice.

Doug Lang didn't say much, just smiled slightly, "Uncle Milo, what do you mean? This is between you and the Wilson family. Why ask me?"

"Oh, really? I thought—" Milo pretended to be stunned for a moment, seeing Dougron's expression of not caring much, he knew the seriousness of the matter, maybe it wasn't as serious as he seemed.

However, after all, he offended the demon king of Wo*'s family. For him, no matter how many benefits he gained, he decided to be careful.

However, he also heard that the young master of Wilson's family is having a hot fight with the devil's own sister recently, and that Manxi of Wo*'s family is also a rakshasa who can't be messed with. The relationship between the two families can be described as It is intricate and difficult to explain, but he is in the middle, and if he is not careful, he will make both sides unhappy, and he has to think more everywhere.

Milo smiled and nodded, understood, chatted with Doug Lang about other things, and then left.

Just as the annoying flies were sent away, the phone rang immediately, and Doug Lang hurriedly answered it.

"Master!" It was Hodder's voice.

"Hodder, how is he now?"

"The young master is very good. Mrs. He fed him some porridge just now, and the two of them are chatting in the bedroom."

Doug Lang breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, that's good!"

Under Yu Juan's care, He Qingwen can finally eat three meals a day normally, which is really good news for him.

"Tell Henry to pay attention to his condition at any time. If there is any progress, call me immediately."

"Okay, sir!"

After putting down the phone, the sadness on Douglang's brows faded a little. He Qingwen's illness is getting better. This is his biggest wish right now.

As long as He Qingwen can recover, he can give up anything, so he decided to let Xiao Muyuan go temporarily.

However, it was only a matter of time, that man was a thorn in his heart after all.

He had to wait, wait for He Qingwen's illness to improve, and then go to dial it, it would not be too late.

But at this moment, in the most luxurious bedroom in the manor's house, He Qingwen was sitting on the bedside, having just finished lunch with Yu Juan.

Yu Juan put down the