black mandala

Xiao Muyuan, what are your intentions? If you want to use me to blackmail Qingwen to do something, let me tell you, even if I die, I will not fulfill you! "

Yu Juan was clearly agitated, and while she was stern to Xiao Muyuan, she looked around in the disposal room, waiting for an opportunity to find something to defend herself.

Suddenly, her eyes stopped at the corner of the disposal room, and she saw a small cart with some injection equipment in it, so she strode over and grabbed a syringe with her hand.

"Mrs. He, please don't do this. I've said it before. I won't hurt you. Please trust me!" Xiao Muyuan stepped forward quickly and pressed Yu Juan's hand.

"Xiao Muyuan, why should I trust you?" Yu Juan hoarsed and raised her hand, intending to break free from him.

"What if I said that what I did was just to get back everything our Fang family deserves!" Xiao Muyuan yelled at this moment.

"What did you say?" Yu Juan was shocked.

The Fang family, why is it the Fang family and not the Xiao family? Who is the Fang family he is referring to?

As soon as she let go, Xiao Muyuan took off the syringe in her hand and gently put it back into the medicine tray.

"Mrs. He, if you have a good memory, you should still remember that 30 years ago, among your husband's good friends, there was a man named Fang Weidong. That's right, that man was my biological father."

"What?" Yu Juan almost couldn't help herself, she took a step back involuntarily, staring at Xiao Muyuan with unbelievable eyes, as if the person in front of her seemed to have crawled back from hell, "No, what did you say, What did you say? You said, you are Fang Weidong’s——son? Impossible, impossible, Fang Weidong 30 years ago—”

"Yes, he was indeed imprisoned 30 years ago, and finally died there. However, just before he was imprisoned, my mother was pregnant with me. Three years later, my mother also got terminally ill. She put I was sent to an orphanage, and since then, I have never seen her again."

"How is this possible, aren't you—" Yu Juan still shook her head in disbelief, "But how did you become Xiao Shan's son again?"

Xiao Muyuan smiled sadly, "That's it, it's a long story." He frowned tightly, and the unbearable past came to his heart again.

The pain from whip after whip seems to be still there, and I can't help but feel the scars on my back tightening up bit by bit.

"Perhaps, this is the so-called blunder, and fate has its own arrangements! Back then, my father, Xiao Shan, Rong Shiming and He Yuntian met and started their business. Unexpectedly, a wrong account made this The three pointed the finger at my father unanimously. They refused to believe him and sent him to prison. What is even more unexpected is that the real culprit of this incident was found in an orphanage ten years later. He discovered me and became my adoptive father. Xiao Shan, he learned of my identity from my mother's relics. In order to prevent me from getting revenge on him when I learned the truth when I grew up, he simply hid the truth from the other two and sent me Raised by my side, he whips me every day, tortures me, traps me in the backyard, and prevents me from contacting the outside world. He wants to use this method to destroy my will and make me a useless person. But, maybe it is true It was my parents who blessed me, and when I was 16 years old, Xiao Shan died in a car accident, which finally ended my six years of hell.”

In order to prove that what he said was true, Xiao Muyuan turned around and lifted up the clothes on his back, only halfway up, Yu Juan was already shocked by the criss-crossing scars on his back, and she lost her voice.

Those scars, those pink traces, recorded the tragic situation of this person in childhood. It was hard for Yu Juan to imagine, as what Xiao Muyuan said was true, then at that time, at such a young age, how could he be so strong? here?

And Xiao Muyuan just narrated his life experience quietly, his tone was as flat as if he was telling someone else's story, it was because the time was too long, so far away that he couldn't stir up any waves in his heart, so it was like this The clouds are calm and the wind is light.

"Xiao Muyuan, uh, no, Fang—"

"Fang An." This is his real name, and An is his mother's surname.

But Yu Juan still couldn't yell out, she just put her name in her mouth and said it silently twice.

Although she didn't know much about what happened back then, she knew a general idea. Fang Weidong was accused of embezzling public funds due to a wrong account and went to prison. He asked for appeals many times in prison, but no one would believe him. Later, he Unable to bear the blow, he committed suicide in prison.The truth of the whole incident was found out more than ten years later when the Dongchuang incident happened. At that time, Xiao Shan, Rong Shiming and He Yuntian had a very tense fight, and even turned against each other.He Yuntian also regretted it very much, blaming himself for being too impulsive at the beginning, making his friend feel wronged and dying in prison.

But it has been so many years, regrets are useless, everything is a foregone conclusion, but, to everyone's surprise, Fang Weidong will have a son, and it is in front of her eyes.

Xiao Muyuan, it could be him!

"However, since Xiao Shan wanted to hide these things deliberately, how did you know?"

Xiao Muyuan paused for a moment before continuing, "A year ago, I saw a photo in the original residence of the He family. It was your family portrait. When I saw the child on it, I had the intuition that I had seen him when I was a child. I'm going to try to check things out."

Time flies, and Xiao Muyuan still remembers that little muddy hand holding five coins, and a sunny smile on his immature face.

"When did you meet Qingwen?" Yu Juan was surprised. Since it happened when she was a child, how could he remember it so clearly and still go to great lengths to check it?

Seeing Yu Juan's questioning eyes, Xiao Muyuan knew that he had to say something properly, otherwise it would have the opposite effect, hesitated for a while, and replied, "I think it should be the last time your family visits Xiao Shan's house. That time, because I have never seen him again since then. Of course, the reason why I checked was also because I was locked in the backyard by Xiao Shan at that time, and I didn’t see outsiders very much, and Qingwen was me at that time. The most impressive child I have ever seen, I think the Xiao and He families must have been related back then, otherwise Qingwen would not have appeared there, so they asked people to investigate everyone who had contacts with the Xiao family in the past. Unexpectedly, I was asked to dig out these old accounts, and after further investigation, I even found out my own life experience."

After hearing this, Yu Juan nodded with understanding, "That is to say, before that, you didn't know the truth about your own life experience and the events of that year? And Yun Tian always thought that you were Xiao Shan's adopted son, that's why—"

"Probably—that's it!"

Yu Juan clutched her chest and held her breath for a long time before she lifted it up.

God!

Yun Tian, ​​why is this happening?

This, the enemy who ruined her family and hated her to the bone, was actually the one her husband had always wanted to make up for.

Fang Weidong, is your spirit in heaven guiding you?Or was it driven by resentment after your death, to let your son come to ask for everything for you?

I have to say, this is really reincarnation, karma.

Make up, make up, you have to make up, you have to repent for your mistakes, but in fact, it has long been unclear who is owed and who is owed.

☆, bitter fruit

"Does Qingwen know these things?"

Xiao Muyuan shook his head, "No, I didn't tell him."

"Why? Don't you want to change your name to be justified? If Qingwen knows the truth, according to that child's character, he will no longer regard you as an enemy and seek revenge from you."

Even though what Xiao Muyuan said was true, Yu Juan still had concerns. Xiao Muyuan had encountered so many twists and turns and suffered so many injuries when he was young, so he was unwilling, and it was normal for him to want to get everything back , Can he really let Qingwen go so easily?

What is he thinking now?

Xiao Muyuan frowned lightly, then smiled relievedly, "For me, those are the things of the previous generation, I won't mention them again, and I don't want to involve too much grievances, my father is not in my memory." Xiaoshan, the only one who brought me a painful childhood, has long been boneless. Chairman He has his own principles, and we are just a fair business competition without too many personal grievances. After all, Hongtian , is the painstaking effort of Director He for more than [-] years. If I have to settle the debt for what happened back then, then I, Xiao Muyuan, took away too much. So, those people and those things back then, I think, It's better to seal it here, I will still be my Xiao Muyuan, as for Qingwen, whether he wants Hongtian to be handed over to me, or he wants to take it back, that is his choice."

Things in the world are really impermanent!Things are changing, people are changing, and reason is also changing. At that time, the four families of Fang, Xiao, Rong, and He gathered because of profit, and then dispersed because of profit. Looking back, no matter right or wrong, which one got a good end?Yu Juan shook her head as she recalled the past, and couldn't help sighing.

Xiao Muyuan was right, let him pass on the past, the grievances and grievances of the previous generation don't need to be borne by this generation, and power and interests are an invisible shackle, so don't worry about it.

However, I wonder if Qingwen can just let it go?

Seeing Yu Juan's worried look, Xiao Muyuan knew what she was thinking. She was worried that He Qingwen was too persistent, so she comforted her, "Mrs. Yes, more open-minded."

"is it?"

Xiao Muyuan nodded, "That's right, he didn't indulge in hatred as much as you thought, on the contrary, he was always thinking about Hongtian's overall situation. When we were in China, our contest was only to the point That's it, and we've talked about a lot of things."

"What you said is true?" Yu Juan was surprised.

Xiao Muyuan's words made the stone in her heart that she couldn't let go suddenly lighten a lot.

She is a mother, and she only wants to see her children safe and happy. In comparison, those fame, money, status and power are not worth mentioning in her eyes, not to mention who owns Hongtian today. , Prosperity or not, those things are not important at all compared with her Qingwen.

"That's good, that's good!" Yu Juan smiled happily, but soon, melancholy came to her heart again.

According to Xiao Muyuan, if Qingwen can really put aside all grievances and stop fighting with Xiao Muyuan, then his illness must have another cause, and Xiao Muyuan's actions this time will have to make her Suspicious.Look at his attire, it is obvious that he deliberately disguised himself and followed her here secretly. If he really wanted to seal up those past events, then why did he bother to create this meeting so painstakingly and tell her everything about this old insider?

Therefore, Xiao Muyuan's meeting with her this time has a purpose, and the purpose is not just to make up for what he has done to the He family, as he said.So, what is his purpose?

Layers of doubts floated in Yu Juan's heart, she glanced thoughtfully at Xiao Muyuan, and the shrewd Xiao Muyuan also guessed what Yu Juan was thinking in this glance.

"Mrs. He, I know, it's hard to be convincing just based on my one-sided words, but you should always believe Qingwen's words. Regarding our thoughts on those things in the past and the consensus we have reached on Hongtian's future, You can go back and ask him, and then you will be able to judge whether what I, Xiao Muyuan said, is true or not."

Yu Juan nodded silently, and at this time her attitude towards Xiao Muyuan was no longer the same as before. Even though she still doubted his words, she affirmed this young man's calm mind more.

Originally, she wanted to ask other questions, but just as she was about to open her mouth, a servant's call sounded outside the door, and Yu Juan regained her senses.

"It seems that I really have to go, you—"

Xiao Muyuan took out a note from his pocket and handed it over as if he had been prepared.

"Mrs. He, time is too hasty, so I forgive Xiao for not being able to say enough, but if you and Qingwen need me in the future, please let me know. Xiao Muyuan will definitely do his best to help you and Qingwen tide over the difficulties. "

Yu Juan looked at him, nodded, took the note, carefully put it in her handbag, then turned and walked out of the disposal room.

The gust of wind outside eased a little, but it rained heavily in an instant.

Yu Juan returned to the manor in the car, feeling restless along the way.

Xiao Muyuan's appearance made her anxious heart fluctuate even more, and made her more aware of the huge hidden secret of He Qingwen's change this time.

When she returned to the manor and walked into He Qingwen's bedroom, she saw that He Qingwen was still lightly asleep on the bed, so she walked to the bed and sat aside.

Looking at his son's pale and thinner face, his heart ached again, and he wanted to reach out to touch it, but when he thought that he had not slept soundly these days, and every time he woke up in a nightmare, he couldn't bear to take it back. hand.

She looked at him quietly, quietly looking at the big bed where he was sitting and the whole bedroom.

If Huo De hadn't gone to the small building to tell her that He Qingwen was ill, I'm afraid she would never have taken the initiative to enter this building, because she knew her position clearly, she was just a boarder, and she shouldn't She has no right to spy on anything that has nothing to do with her.

However, when she stepped into this bedroom, she was still shocked by the luxury and luxury in front of her eyes.It is not difficult to see that this place is basically the center of the whole manor, where the owner lives.

Here it is—Dougron's bedroom.

Why did Doug Lang let the sick He Qingwen live in his bedroom?There is also Doug Lang's extremely respectful attitude and meticulous care for her from beginning to end, which is not without reason.Especially in the past few years, the appearance of her son has undergone obvious changes. How could she, as a mother, not see it—it is something that ordinary men should not show. More intriguing and charming taste.

She is a traditional woman, but it doesn't mean she is ignorant. At that moment, she already knew everything.

The speculation over the past few years has been settled.

However, she chose not to ask and not to speak, because she respected her son's choice and Dougron's performance. Apart from those mundane things, there was something she couldn't understand or figure out.She only wants her Qingwen to be happy and live a happy life, that's enough.

But now it seems that this is not the case. Could it be that she is wrong?

The soft sigh still awakened He Qingwen, he opened his eyes, just in time to see Yu Juan looking at him with a sad face.

"Mom? Are you back?"

"Yeah! I'm back!" Yu Juan smiled slightly, and then reached out to caress his face.

"How's the test result?"

"Mom, everything is fine!"

"That's good!" He Qingwen pursed his bloodless lips, showing a slight smile.

Yu Juan leaned forward and helped him sit up from the bed and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Would you like to eat something?"

He Qingwen shook his head, "No appetite."

Yu Juan sighed deeply, looking at his thin fingers like dead branches, she still couldn't help turning her face away, trying to hide the tears that fell instantly.

"mom?"

Yu Juan hurriedly wiped her face, then turned her head, "It's okay, Mom is, seeing you feel so distressed, you were obviously fine a while ago, why did you become like this when you came back from a business trip?"

Yu Juan wept softly, He Qingwen kept silent and quickly covered her arms under the quilt again.

Later, Yu Juan's thoughts changed sharply, she paused, and asked, "Qingwen, tell mom the truth, did that Xiao Muyuan secretly do something to you when you returned to China this time?"

He Qingwen was startled, "Him?" Then he quickly shook his head, "No, Mom, don't guess."

"Qingwen, don't hide it from mom. When I think about what he did to your father back then, and when you think about how you have to be careful every time you go back to China to face him, I'm really afraid that you might fall into his trap by accident. Planted in his hands, your father has already left, if something happens to you, what can I do!"

Seeing Yu Juan's anxious and anxious look, He Qingwen also became anxious.

Panting, he explained, "Mom, things are not what you think, Xiao Muyuan is not that kind of person."

"But you look like—"

"This has nothing to do with him, it's really not him, he—" He Qingwen wanted to explain, but he was afraid that Yu Juan would become more suspicious if he said too much, so he could only say vaguely, "Mom, actually, I've always wanted to talk to you Said, things in the market are changing rapidly, and each is based on each other. At the beginning, my father and Xiao Muyuan also had different positions, which led to the current situation."

"Son, what do you mean—"

"Mom, Hongtian is my father's 20 years of hard work. I don't want to give up, and I shouldn't give up. Otherwise, even if my father's spirit in the sky doesn't blame me, even I won't forgive myself. But now, except for Xiao Muyuan, no one else People can make it go better." He hissed, and continued, "Hongtian has had an accident recently, his situation is dire, his career is on the verge of collapse, I am afraid that only Xiao Muyuan can keep him, so I think for the time being Put aside personal grievances and let Xiao Muyuan feel at ease to be the helm of Hongtian, Mom, will you blame me?"

Yu Juan was very excited, and covered He Qingwen's face, "What are you talking about, son, how could Mom blame you? You don't know how hard Mom waited for you to say this." He Qingwen's attitude changed Yu Juan was greatly surprised, but it also confirmed Xiao Muyuan's previous words. It seems that Xiao Muyuan's words are still credible.She put her arms around He Qingwen's head and stroked it gently, "Son, mom is so happy that you can let go of these things. Mom doesn't understand things in the mall, and Hongtian has become a thing of the past with your dad for mom. Mom doesn't care who it belongs to now, Mom only cares about you, Mom only wants you to be happy, and doesn't want you to be trapped in the vortex of revenge all your life, unable to extricate yourself, in that case, the only person who suffers will be yourself."

"Mom, I know!"

He buried his face in Juan's arms and sighed deeply.

He knew, he knew, but it was too late to start over.

If he had realized it earlier, if he had known Xiao Muyuan earlier, if he hadn't been blinded by revenge, if he hadn't reached such a deal with Doug Lang four years ago for revenge, if he hadn't The two people were together because of the transaction, if, if he didn't gradually fall into the love of Dougron's passion/desire, if he still doesn't care, doesn't care——

Didn't he end up like this today?

Mom, he has already tasted the bitter fruit, it's all his own fault, his own fault!

☆, corner

?At night, the wind mat on the sea was blowing, and Douglan stood on the deck, facing the cold chill from the depths of the sea.

Xiu'an stood behind him, holding a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes pierced through the man's shoulders, and shot his eyes into the black and shoreless ocean.

This kind of silent response has already guessed the other party's mind thoroughly, because they are too familiar, because they are too close, they are self-evident, this is a kind of tacit understanding.

Said they were uncles and nephews, hehe, they were more like a pair of brothers.

However, the crisp "Xiu'an" at the beginning has become the current "uncle". The Doug Lang who only called him Xiu'an by his first name no longer exists. The only one standing in front of him is Wo... *Third generation of the family.

Doug Lang, since he took over the power of the Wo* family, he has never hesitated in making any decision. He has always been cold and ruthless. He can act as a bloodless executioner for the family, and he can become a demon. , can also become a ghost, as long as this person harms the interests of the family, he will never be soft.If anyone had the guts to shoot him in the back, he would have smashed that person to pieces, no matter who it was.

When Xiu An faced him, he often had the illusion that this person's soul was not here, but in hell.

"Douglan, why are you doing this? Although Hewin and his son are useless, you transferred the entire market in Eastern Europe to Mansi. Wouldn't it cut off their livelihood? Besides, you are at this time , you are going to get married soon, why bother yourself at this time?"

After hearing Xiu'an's words, Doug Lang just smiled coldly.

"Uncle Xiu'an means that their father and son will become angry and take revenge on me and kill me?"

"They?" Xiu An smiled contemptuously, shaking his head, "They don't have the guts."

"That's nothing to worry about, my Uncle Xiu'an."

"But you still have to be careful, have you forgotten what happened a few days ago?"

Doug Lang squinted back, his eyes passed the injured arm, he glanced at the calm Xiu'an, and said with a smile, "You are worrying too much, Uncle Xiu'an, the person who really wants my life is never He will only send me one bullet, this person doesn’t want me to die so quickly.”

Xiu'an shook the empty red wine glass in his hand, said in a flat tone, as if he was sighing, "You're right."

The truth is right in front of them, like a thin layer of paper, unable to withstand the slightest touch.

Xiu'an raised his eyes and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, like the extension of time and space, returning to the time when they were all young.

He, Dougron, and Mancy, would often be together, he would run in front, and Dougron would follow him, jumping up with no big or small leap, riding him as a horse, and Little Mansi followed behind his brother, clapping his hands and applauding loudly.

Time has this kind of magic power, it can change everything, things, people's hearts, and wipe away people's most true feelings.

I don't know if Doug Lang at this moment can still recall that time, how joyful they were at that time.

There is no benefit, no mission, no choice, no mechanism to exhaust, no loss of humanity, only - innocence.

The helicopter flew from the bright shore, and he knew that it was here to take Dougron back, back to the manor, back to the man.

"Goodbye, Uncle Xiu'an, I'm going back." Doug Lang waved two fingers to bid him farewell.

"Goodbye!" He raised his glass and saw off Doug Lang who jumped onto the plane.

The sound of the propeller gradually disappeared into the sound of the vast sea waves, disappeared, and took away his dream.

"Have a nice night, Dougron."

Xiu'an raised his head, drank the wine in the glass, poured the glass, that kind and gentle face quietly changed into a cold and sly face, then he faced the sea and laughed ferociously.

******

It was already late at night when Doug Lang returned to the manor, and the bedroom lights were still on, but he knew that it was no longer about waiting.

Back in the bedroom, he found He Qingwen's figure in the corner, sighed, and waved his hand behind him, "Henry, you go out first."

"But sir, your wound—"

"Put down the medicine."

Their eyes were on the man in the corner. Henry sighed, put down the medicine tray gently, and exited the bedroom.

The man in the corner moved his body inward, and Dougron walked over and squatted down.

"Get up and go back to bed."

He Qingwen didn't respond, his face kept facing the wall, and he remained silent.

Douglang took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged beside him instead, "Come here, change my medicine." But He Qingwen still sat there motionless, turning a deaf ear to his words, "Can't you hear me?"

Tonight, he felt extremely tired and irritable. Facing He Qingwen's indifference, Douglang felt even more anger that had been suppressed for too long was rushing to his head, and he felt that he would explode at any time.

He Qingwen sensed this aura, and his long-strained nerves forced him to look back. In the end, he really saw Doug Lang staring at him like a wild beast.

"Diven, don't make me say that again."

"It's—Henry's job."

"Don't you want to see your mother again?"

He Qingwen's body froze, and his hands tightly grasped the corner of the quilt. The moment he hesitated, Douglang opened the gauze on his arm, and then threw it aside casually, so that the hideous wound was exposed to him. in front of the eyes.

"Come here!" Dougron ordered again.

In desperation, He Qingwen had no choice but to stand up slowly from the corner. He knew that at this moment, the only way to deal with it was to obey. Otherwise, he didn't know what Grand would do in the next second.

He brought the medicine tray, squatted beside Douglang, facing the bottles of disinfectant and various utensils in the medicine tray, slowly recalling Henry's usual operating procedures, and then put those cotton Ball and gauze are opened separately.

The hands that were operating were trembling, and the medicinal cotton balls fell on the quilt on the ground several times before they touched his arms. Douglang did not urge him, but just sat quietly, quietly wait quietly.

Time passed little by little, and the process of changing the medicine seemed to have passed a century. Nothing could torture the guts and will of others more than treating a wild beast. After the medicine was changed, He Qingwen His entire back was naturally soaked in sweat.

Dougron turned his head and glanced at the twisted gauze. There was no joy or anger in his expression. He wondered if he was satisfied. Then, he took off his tie and walked towards the bed in the bedroom, like a war The returning beast, exhausted all over, fell on the bed.

The sound of his heavy breathing came from the quiet room, and it was unknown if he was really asleep.

With a hint of luck, He Qingwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just when he thought he could spend the night smoothly and safely, Doug Lang's voice suddenly came from the bed.

"He Chong is dead."

He Qingwen was startled, what did Doug Lang say?

He Zhong—dead?

It is true that He Zhong committed suicide many times, but because Doug Lang ordered him to live, each of his suicides was prevented. Even if he wanted to go on a hunger strike, Weier would force-feed him. However, under such layers of guards and strict management, he would still succeed?

He Qingwen was having a question in his heart, and Douglang next gave him the answer.

"Do you know how he died?" Doug Lang took a rough breath, "The guards saw him sitting in the corner all night and thought nothing was wrong. They only found out this morning when the food was delivered. Bitten his own arteries, drank up his own blood."

What?Drink up, your own blood?

That scene flashed through He Qingwen's mind. He imagined that He Zhong was swallowing his own blood one mouthful while showing a triumphant grin, and a fishy smell rose from his throat, as if those along the way The blood dripping from the corner of He Zhong's mouth was also flowing down his throat, bit by bit, into his stomach.

"Ah, uh—" He covered his mouth and ran into the bathroom desperately, put his head in the washbasin and vomited profusely.

He understood that a person like He Zhong who is extremely paranoid would rather die than live, but what he never expected was that He Zhong chose such a way of death in the end.

Draining his own blood alive—

It's cruel and terrifying.

He Qingwen vomited up the few mouthfuls of soup left in his stomach, and then he couldn't vomit anything anymore, but the sourness couldn't go away, until he felt so exhausted that he couldn't even use the strength to vomit. Only then did he lift his face from the face pool.When he looked up, he saw in the mirror that Doug Lang was right behind him. He was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, so he turned around suddenly.

"you do--"

Before he finished speaking, one of his wrists was tightly held by Doug Lang.

"Let go, let go, what are you doing?"

Dougron grabbed his wrist, turned it up and down, and looked carefully.He Qingwen roared loudly and struggled hard, but he couldn't escape Douglang's restraint. Then, Douglang grabbed his wrist and pulled it upwards, and He Qingwen's body took another step closer to him.

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of tearing, and Dougron forcibly brought him back to the bed, wrapped his arm with a tie, and tied it to the head of the bed.

He Qingwen's thin body trembled, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. Even shouting felt like a waste.

Are you going to start again?

He Qingwen gasped, "Doug Lang, do you think it's interesting to do this?"

Oh, no, he almost forgot, this is Doug Lang's hobby, to torture him for pleasure, physically and mentally, he asked too much.

However, Doug Lang was uncharacteristically, he returned to the outside of the room, and began to throw cushions or other messy objects to the place where He Qingwen had just stayed, as long as he could reach it with his hands, until those things piled up in that corner, Afterwards, he came back, lowered his head and bullied him, and shouted, "From today onwards, you are not allowed to stay in that place anymore, do you hear me?"

"Uh--"

"Do you hear—" Dougron covered his head vigorously, as if he wanted to force the order into his mind in this way.

He Qingwen's head seemed to be crushed by him, and it was painful, but Doug Lang was still yelling crazily over and over again.

"Dougron, let go, let go—"

Douglang finally let go of his hand slowly. Panting heavily, he looked down at He Qingwen below him, "You are not allowed to stay in the corner anymore, no, do you hear me? No!"

☆, give up

?They were silent and faced each other. After a long time, He Qingwen came back to his senses and smiled sadly, "Doug Lang, are you scared?"

Doug Lang was stunned. After a while, he slowly got up from He Qingwen's body, then turned his back on his back, and brushed his hair fiercely with his fingers a few times.

Afraid?Yes, he was afraid. He thought he could control everything, but he found that everything was not as he expected recently.

Just like He Zhong, he deserves to die, but he shouldn't die in this way, a way of death that deviates from his will and goes beyond his control.He even felt a little afraid because of this, afraid that in the corner he couldn't see, the figure with his back to him would disappear in the same way——

"Dougron, let me go."

Dougron took a deep breath and didn't move.

"Doug Lang, if a person wants to die, there are many ways, for example, to bite his own tongue."

Doug Lang turned his head abruptly, and found that He Qingwen was looking at him with lifeless eyes, and he was confused for a moment.

"Diven, if you dare to do that, I will let everyone around you be buried with you."

Oh, everyone, who else does he have, who else does he have but his mother?Of course, if he counts.

He Qingwen snorted coldly, "Including you?"

Doug Lang clenched his hands into fists, his joints creaked, and he gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes, including me." He moved his body slightly and leaned next to He Qingwen again, "If there is such a day, Diven, I will not let you go on the road alone."

What is this, an oath?It's really touching to hear, but Dougron's oaths are too much, and he can't tell the truth from the false.

He Qingwen took these words as Doug Lang's self-talk. Now that things have happened, there is nothing left to believe.

"Dougron, perhaps Serena would like to hear these words more."

Doug Lang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his body suddenly, "Diven, Serena just—"

"Just what? Doug Lang, haven't you played enough?"

He Qingwen spoke weakly, with a pair of dull eyes open, he missed Doug Lang's gaze, and looked at the roof.

"Acting? Diven, you mean I've been lying to you? Everything I say is an act?"

"Douglang, I'm just a plaything of yours. You don't need to waste so much energy on a plaything."

"Plaything?" Doug Lang took a deep breath, and smiled coldly, "Plaything, plaything! Very good! Diven, you can ignore my dedication to you and love for you for a long time. Ignoring my closeness during those long four months of your coma, now your self-deprecation is just a plaything for me, Dougron, well, as a plaything