black mandala

His heart-"

"Damn, don't tell me this, I don't understand, just say the most direct!" Will yelled again.

"What I mean is, even if the master can survive, it will be no different from death in the future. Do you understand now?" Henry shouted at him with red eyes, shook his hands, and returned to the operating room .

Weier stared at the door of the operating room, and after a while, he turned around. Everyone was silent in place, without saying a word.

Doug Lang was taken to the intensive care unit with tubes all over his body and white gauze wrapped around his head and above his abdomen.

The first person to appear was Jonathan.

He stood in the ward for two hours, staring intently at the person on the bed, without saying a word, until his crutches could no longer support his numb legs, he moved a step, lowered his head, He let out a long, mournful sigh.

Before going out, he lightly patted He Qingwen's shoulder, "My child, from now on, no one will protect you. Wo*'s family is not suitable for you, so let yourself know."

Immediately afterwards, people from Wo*'s family began to visit one after another. Of course, their real intention was to confirm the truth of Dougron's fall, and they cared very little.

As Jonathan said, Wo*'s house is indeed not a place for him to stay. Without Dougron's protection, those people began to mock him unscrupulously, or turned a blind eye to him, and some even pushed him away from the bed , squeeze him in a corner, no one will care about him, and he will no longer care about what these people do, their attitude, their vision, their opinion, what they say, all don't care up.

He was like a puppet without any perception, sitting by the hospital bed for three days and three nights without sleep.

Huo De sent someone to deliver the meal, he didn't move a mouthful, only drank water twice, and passed out once.

Will, Henry and Hodder took turns to look after him and Doug Lang, Xiao Muyuan lived in another ward and stayed with him all the time.

In addition, Henry also told He Qingwen that Serena gave birth to two children safely, one of them was healthy, and the other had to undergo two surgeries before she was ten years old because of a serious stab wound on her right shoulder , in order to ensure that it will not affect the normal life in the future.

Then Muncie appeared and told him the rest of the story.

The injured child is his son, that is, the fetus that has been tightly hugging another child in the womb. He is the outermost, the first to be born, and his elder brother.

After a few days, they all seemed a bit embarrassed, including Manxi.

As soon as Dougron fell, disputes within the Wo* family rose up in an uproar, and secret fighting continued. In addition to keeping his own property from being spied on by others, Mansi also had to take care of all the family properties under Dougron's name. The opponent can only be regarded as Xiaoxiao for her, but there are too many people who covet her, so she can't take it lightly.

Mansi sat on the edge of the bed, tightly holding Douglang's hand, and looked at him quietly, as if she had never been so quiet in her life.

She sat all night, leaning forward now and then to watch Dougron's face, to see his expression.

After watching for a long time, she suddenly realized that this person might sleep like this forever.

"Brother!" She buried her head in Douglang's chest, and after a while, she raised her head while shaking her shoulders. The gorgeous makeup on her face was completely wiped by her tears.

That was the first time He Qingwen saw her cry, and it was also the last time he saw her in his life.

That night, Muncie told him many things, most of them from long ago.

Doug Lang's parents died in a plane crash when he was 14 years old. He Qingwen knew about this, but unexpectedly, there was another story hidden behind it.

It was a man-made accident. Doug Lang learned the truth of the whole incident in the third year after his parents passed away, but he was still young at that time, his power was weak, and most of the people in the clan were still unwilling , He has repeatedly planned to fight for the position in the dark, he has no choice but to continue to rely on the elders in each department, and even when facing the enemy, he still has to laugh and talk about the situation, keeping his face.He is waiting, until one day his power grows stronger and he is firmly seated as the head of the third generation, then he will have the opportunity to avenge his parents.

Finally, one day after another four years, he was made to wait for this opportunity.

It was a rainy and snowy afternoon. During the family meeting over the years, he confronted that person. Similarly, there was a revolver/gun on the table, which was loaded by Xiu An. Everyone in the meeting hall Immediately shocked.

Doug Lang fired the first shot, and the man fired a second shot to prove his innocence, but by the time of the fourth shot, he couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately confessed everything.

Doug Lang didn't kill him at the time, but the man's life has been quite difficult since then. Half a year later, people from Wo*'s family found his body in a dirty back alley. He was already a dead man at that time. A beggar, Douglang didn't allow anyone to help him, so when the man died, he didn't even have a complete piece of clothing on his body, and his whole body was dirty, as if he had just crawled out of the sewer passage.

From then on, Douglan lost another uncle, and no one in the Wo* family dared to speak loudly in front of him.

They all thought he looked like a crazy devil, especially when he looked at someone with his eyes, it was chilling.

So, how could such a person lie here!

Mansi shook her head, still in disbelief.

"elder brother!"

She caressed Dougron's pale face, from his brow to nose to mouth.

They are so similar, appearance, personality, likes and dislikes——

They all said the same thing, and people from the Wo* family even compared the two brothers and sisters to each other's mirrors. Just by the expression on one's face that day, one could guess the emotions of the other.

But they don't know what kind of opportunity and what kind of beginning this situation started with!

☆, the past

"I remember, when I was young, my brother would often tell me, 'Don't be afraid of Mansi, with my brother, no one can hurt you, I will protect you', in fact, before I was ten years old, I was very timid, Afraid of rain, afraid of thunder, afraid of the dark, afraid that there will be no one around when I wake up, whenever it rains, my brother will run into my room, climb into bed quietly, and then sleep with me in his arms, haha! "She smiled wryly, "Of course, that was only when I was young, and I won't when I grow up. Since his parents died, he seldom said such things, but gradually became a man Mansi, we gotta be strong', 'Mancy, we can't be bullied', 'Mancy, you gotta be like a brother, make everybody fear you'. That's right, since the murderer died From now on, they will all be afraid of my brother, how old was he at that time? 21 years old! So, I have to be like my brother." She nodded affirmatively, "Yes, I did it, no one in the Wo* family dared to bully me, But I just don't understand, brother, I listened to you, why? Brother, I am so obedient, but you slowly start to hate me? Why?"

Muncy sobbed, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing her makeup, but she continued.

"Brother, do you know why in the end, I would snatch anything you like? I said I like it too, but I lied to you. I don't like it at all. All the things I snatched from you were taken away by you." I threw it aside, you still said that I was greedy, but you never thought about why I did this. Because I still want you to spoil me, love me, and care about me like you did when you were a child. In your eyes, you are nothing compared to me, and I want to take your eyes back from the things you pay attention to, I want you to only look at me, only love me, there is no one thing or person in your heart, Can be more important than me, without—”

Afterwards, she would cry on her brother's body like an ordinary little girl. Only at this moment, He Qingwen would feel that she was a weak woman who needed to be protected, not a shopping mall. The Venerable Master is a female Shura who is afraid of others.

They were so close that He Qingwen could touch her hair with his hand to comfort her, but he didn't do that because he hoped that she could vent out rather than being numb and stiff like he is now, except for staring at her. The person on the bed didn't know what to do.

Mansi didn't say anything else afterwards, but just asked the sleeping Douglas, "Brother, why do you hate me, why, why?"

She asked many times and kept whispering, but the person on the bed still closed her eyes tightly and did not answer her.

The gauze on He Qingwen's hands had been folded a lot, he kept rubbing the white sheet with his movable fingers, and finally murmured back to Manxi.

"He doesn't hate you, he hates himself."

Manxi stopped talking immediately, and stared at He Qingwen in surprise, that was the first sentence she heard He Qingwen say since entering the ward.

Sitting on the edge of the bed again for a long while, she wiped her face, lowered her head, and suddenly found that her hands were covered with mascara and lipstick. Then she realized how embarrassed she was, so she hurried into the bathroom, washed her face and came out. Standing by the door, I watched for a while.

At this time, it was approaching midnight, she raised her head, stopped her tears, and said to He Qingwen, "Thank you, Diven! Thank you, for still being by my brother's side. Now, I'm leaving, I'm going to find Uncle Jonathan .” Taking a deep breath, holding back tears, he said firmly, “This time, I will protect my brother!”

Then he heard the tap of her high heels as she faded away down the hospital corridor.

It was much later that he heard from Will that Mancy stayed at Jonathan's house until the next morning, and no one knew exactly what they talked about.After that, she rushed to Eastern Europe, and later, for a long time, she traveled frequently between Yokohama, Japan, France, Sicily, Italy, and the southern United States. There, she contacted everyone who had dealt with Doug Lang. The place is a place full of gangs, and it is conceivable who she will contact.

After staying in the hospital for ten days, He Qingwen fainted for the second time.

After checking with Henry and confirming that he was only nervous and overtired, they decided to let Hodder send him back to the manor first, and tacitly allowed Xiao Muyuan to go with him.

When the car reached the front of the 53-story skyscraper in Rockefeller Center, He Qingwen woke up.

A little further on is St. Patrick's Cathedral.

That majestic Gothic building has stood in the wind and rain for a hundred years, no matter how the current events change, it will not move.

When the car passed the front door of the church, He Qingwen stopped the car.

"Master!" Hodder helped him get out of the car.

"I'll go in for a while, you all wait for me outside!"

"Master! I'd better go in with you!" Huo De was still worried when he saw his sloppy footsteps.

He Qingwen shook his head lightly in response, Huo De planned to follow behind him quietly, but Xiao Muyuan grabbed his arm.

Seeing that Xiao Muyuan was also shaking his head at him, he backed away.

Passing through the magnificent gate, the sound of kicking footsteps reverberated powerfully in the spacious church. He Qingwen walked slowly. The [-]-meter-deep church was like a space-time tunnel, more like a time-stopping tunnel. Magnificent palace.

He walked extremely slowly, and with every step, he tried his best not to break this rare peace.

In the end, he walked to the huge cross, looked up at it, but didn't know what to say.

He is not a Catholic, and he does not have such tedious prayers and ceremonies. He just looks at it, hoping to find a trace of strength that can touch his heart, or a kind of comfort that can make him calmer.

However, he couldn't find anything.

Lord, where are you?

why can not I see you?They say that you are above the seven heavens where you can look down on the entire universe, but I would rather believe that you are in everyone's heart.

They always ask you, they pray to you, swear to you, promise you, ask you, but they can't figure it out, they are just talking to their own hearts, and have nothing to do with you.

Because you are not so thoughtful, not so free, you can listen to everyone's wishes.

You only enjoy their looking up, taste their humble begging, see these, you will only smile.

That's right, you just smile.

However, once you discover that someone has violated the words and promises you have made, you will condemn him mercilessly, and even let everyone see your ability to control the world and demonstrate your authority. You have to tell everyone in the world that the world is yours and it is in your hands.

Irreversible!

hehe!Are you angry when you hear these words?Because, I am just the most insignificant dust in the world you created, and I will disappear when you wave your hand.

It's not just me, we all are.

So, you punished him, right?

He Qingwen stood there silently the whole time, a beam of sunlight penetrated through the window above the cross, and around it, those faint dusts surrounded it.

That shape is like a holy sword inserted deep in the temple, sacred and inviolable.

He lowered his head, and heard a clear sound of footsteps approaching from far away. He Qingwen saw a black shadow beside him at some point.

"Son, do you need help?"

He Qingwen raised his head and saw a kind and smiling face, he shook his head.

The priest looked at him, and just now he saw He Qingwen from a distance. It was a face that he remembered deeply. He remembered that it was the oriental boy that Doug Lang brought last time.

"Son, are you alone?"

He Qingwen looked at the priest, paused for a moment, nodded, but immediately shook his head again.

The priest glanced outside the door, smiled without asking.

"It's okay, kid, you can call me if you need something." He turned around, trying to leave He Qingwen a private space.

"John—Father!"

He remembered Dougrand calling him that, and he called him Uncle.

John turned his head and saw the blankness and hesitation in the young man's eyes, which made him realize for a moment that maybe this beautiful oriental boy just wanted to find someone to talk to him.

"Son, let's sit down and talk!" John pointed to the chair behind him and asked him to walk over together.

He Qingwen sat on the chair, put his gauze-wrapped hands on his knees, lowered his head, hesitating how to speak, but John started first.

"Son, you don't look well. What happened?" He noticed He Qingwen's haggard complexion and the bandages on his hands, and it was obvious that something had happened.

He Qingwen didn't know how to tell him, because he didn't know exactly how close the relationship between this Father John and Doug Lang was. He had never heard Doug Lang mention anything about Father John. In fact, Doug Lang has many things that he doesn't know.

Unable to answer for a while, he seemed a little at a loss.

But in fact, for John, those were He Qingwen's own affairs, and if He Qingwen didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't ask.

So, both sides fell silent.

Originally, He Qingwen just wanted to say something casually to him, whatever he wanted to say, just don't let the too silent atmosphere in the church overwhelm him. He looked at John, thought for a while, and asked, "I'm—a little curious, he never came here, but you guys know each other very well."

John was surprised for a moment, and soon, with his comprehension ability, he realized who the "he" this young man was referring to.

"Oh! Little Wo*!" He smiled, "That's right, that kid never comes here, and his father doesn't like to come here, but his father likes to drink my wine."

It was so-

He Qingwen nodded and didn't ask any other questions.

John suddenly focused his attention, and said with a smile, "No, I remembered wrongly. He came here once before the last time, and that was the second day after his father's funeral."

He Qingwen was secretly taken aback, seeing John's helpless smile.

"It's the same as when I came with you last time. He said some words in front of God, which surprised me at the time!" John shook his head again. Until now, he still vaguely remembers those words. , is a provocation to the Creator.

Doug Lang, he was declaring war on God.

How old was he at that time?

It seems, only 14 years old.

But in the eyes of this child who should have clear and bright eyes, he saw a raging fire. To be precise, it was the karmic fire in hell, which could burn everything in the world.

"You know that kid!" John spread his hands. "No matter what he does, he always likes to be unexpected, and he is not controlled by anyone. His father also has a headache, but there is no way, no one can control him."

John paused for a while, and he recounted while recalling. As soon as the conversation started, John said something about Doug Lang's childhood. He Qingwen just listened quietly without interjecting.

John's attitude this time is obviously different from before, and He Qingwen unexpectedly discovered that if this solemn priest, if his priesthood was removed, he would be just an old man who likes to talk, although his words It expresses his helplessness towards Doug Lang, but in fact, he likes that child quite a lot.

That's it, because Dougron exudes his innate charm all the time, and this charm can make people unconditionally subdue and make people bow down to him.

Finally, John sighed, "If the child's father hadn't passed away so early, he should be better than now! Hey!"

John smiled and shook his head, accepting the helplessness of fate.

☆, understand

?He Qingwen stayed in the church for a long time. Huo De was worried, so he finally went in and picked He Qingwen out himself.

They had a tacit understanding and did not tell John about Doug Lang.

He Qingwen didn't speak until the car drove into the manor.

The despair when the small building collapsed, the hope when he was rescued from the rubble, and the disappointment when Henry told them the result of the operation.

He Qingwen watched with his own eyes that Doug Lang struggled against the God of Death standing on the death line every day. The equipment around him would send out a signal that his vital signs had dropped at any time. Potion, plug in different tubes, how chaotic and chaotic the scene was at that time.

For ten consecutive days, I just felt that there were too many ups and downs.

Therefore, facing Doug Lang who was lying on the bed every day, He Qingwen only had one feeling now.

This man is asleep, he is quiet, he will not come to force him, he will not bind him, he will not be locked in the house, his temper will not be good and bad, and he will not talk madly— —

He Qingwen was numb, neither happy nor sad, he thought, no matter what the outcome, he would resign himself to fate.

However, the moment he stepped out of the car, suddenly, there was a burst of sadness.

In front of him are the European-style buildings he is familiar with, the hundred-acre courtyard where he has lived for several years, and every inch of land that he has seen but never paid attention to.

Walking up the steps, in front of him is the door that he often enters and exits with Doug Lang. Opposite the door is the stairs that Doug Lang carried him up the stairs when he rose up, and the left side of the entrance. There is a mirror that they used when they took care of their appearance together before they went out.

Memories surged, all of a sudden, it reminded him of too many things.

"Son, if God could turn back time, what time in your life would you want to go back to?"

He remembered John asking him such a question as he walked out of the church.

John wasn't expecting his answer, he just wanted to tell him.

He believes in God, but the past can never be changed, so we can only accept the present and everything that happens in front of us.

But people, on the contrary, they always dismiss it when they have it, but after losing it, they can't wait to pursue and keep it, even if what they keep is only the last afterimage.

He finally realized one thing.

The man lay in the hospital, Henry said, and he would never wake up again.

Everything in front of him suddenly became blurred, which was a signal that the tears were about to burst. He quickly ran to the stairs, and when he passed the living room, he heard a call.

"son!"

He Qingwen suddenly stopped, and Yu Juan appeared in his blurred vision.

Yu Juan stepped forward quickly and looked up at him.

She had heard about Doug Lang and knew roughly what happened. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know where to start. Then, she saw Xiao Muyuan again.

She questioned Xiao Muyuan with her eyes, Xiao Muyuan shook his head slightly, apologizing to her.

Powerless to change, she can only accept the facts in front of her.

"Son, mom—I'm sorry, son, mom just wanted to—" Seeing He Qingwen's expression, Yu Juan realized that maybe she really did something wrong, no matter what it was, she just wanted to ask for forgiveness, "Mom I just want you to find your own happiness, Yuanyuan——Yuanyuan is a good child, so—"

All the sadness came overwhelmingly, He Qingwen closed his eyes, shook his head, bit his lips, trying to hold back the tears, he didn't want to collapse in front of Yu Juan.

But after enduring it for a long time, he finally decided to unload all the burdens he had carried for so long, because he was no longer able to bear it, and could no longer bear this kind of suffering.

He took a sharp breath, "Mom! The Rong family—gone!"

"What did you say?" Yu Juan was startled and held his arm tightly.

He Qingwen gritted his teeth and continued, "Mom, the Rong family is gone. Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan—is dead, and Rong Shiming is gone."

Yu Juan felt dizzy for a while, Xiao Muyuan and Huo De helped her in time.

"Mrs. He!"

After regaining her composure, Yu Juan came over and grabbed He Qingwen's arm again, "What - what happened?"

"The last time I returned to China, I—" He Qingwen couldn't continue, his lips were trembling, "I'm sorry, Mom, I want—to stay by myself for a while." He gritted his teeth, pulled Yu Juan's hand, and returned run up the stairs.

"Master!"

"You take good care of Mrs. He, I'll go and see him."

Huo De nodded in agreement, and Xiao Muyuan chased after him with a stride.

He caught up with He Qingwen at the corner of the corridor on the third floor, and saw that he was leaning on the wall weakly, walking towards the room at the end step by step.

Xiao Muyuan followed behind him slowly, without uttering any words of consolation. For ten days, he had seen it clearly in the hospital. He Qingwen had not shed a single tear in front of Doug Lang's bed, even when he was on the road. When Ge Lang's vital signs were in critical condition, he also acted quite calmly, but Xiao Muyuan knew that He Qingwen had been holding back all the time, subconsciously telling himself to be strong all the time, and that restraint had even gone to the limit. It's not a good thing if it exceeds the limit that an ordinary person can endure. If the bowstring is pulled too tightly, it will only break. He is afraid that He Qingwen will collapse sooner or later because he can't vent.

So now, Xiao Muyuan hopes that He Qingwen can yell out, or cry a lot.

But he didn't. He Qingwen just stopped and tried his best to stabilize his emotions. Then when he passed by a study room, he thought for a while, pushed the door open and walked in.

It was a very elegant and luxurious study room, and there were two portraits on the wall - the first generation of Wo* and the second generation of Wo*.

Xiao Muyuan could tell at a glance that this was Doug Lang's study room. Between respect for the master and the minimum morality of a businessman, he did not follow He Qingwen in, but stood outside the door, waiting for He Qingwen to come in. Get out of it.

He Qingwen stood in front of that desk and looked around. In the spacious and luxurious study, those books and furnishings reflected the unique personality of the owner.

He didn't come to this study very often. Although Doug Lang never restricted him, it was clear that He Qingwen was never interested in Doug Lang's privacy. Otherwise, some things would not have happened to him today. Only then did we know that there would not be so many unpredictable changes.

But now, even if he thinks about how to understand this person, it seems to be too late.

Nothing will change!

He stood in front of the bookcase, carefully looking at the covers of those world famous books.

In his memory, Doug Lang never seemed to read these books, but maybe, whenever Doug Lang stayed in this study until very late, he was reading them, but He Qingwen didn't know, of course, they Never talk about it either.

He never took the initiative to ask Doug Lang what he was doing every day, who he met, what happened, and where he went.

During the two years we were together before returning to China, Doug Lang was always in the position of a giver to him, blindly giving him everything he needed.

The mother needs treatment and later recuperation, so Doug Lang opened a private physical therapy place for Yu Juan.He needed practice in the market so that one day he could confront Xiao Muyuan head-on, so Doug Lang placed him by his side and taught him almost hand in hand.Later, he still wanted a space of his own, so Douglang arranged for him a study room that was completely his own——

There are too many things like this, and I can't recall them all at once.

If you look at it from a different angle, now you feel that he is constantly asking, while Doug Lang is blindly giving.

However, the same is true.

Ignoring those, he only remembered that they spent most of their time embracing each other on the bed, dealing with Doug Lang's endless requests. He had known too little about Doug Lang over the years, and rarely had the opportunity to stand beside him. From the angle of thinking about things for him, not to mention, caring about him and taking care of him.

He always thought that those things were none of his business, but now that he thought about it, Doug Lang didn't really want much.

All he wants is his love.

Brushing those books, he turned and sat on the desk, sitting in the expensive leather chair, feeling what Doug Lang was thinking when he was sitting here.

Did that Xiu'an also sit in this study room, chatting with Doug Lang, holding candles to each other until dawn?

It was not until that day that he realized how important Xiu'an's position was in Doug Lang's heart.

Therefore, Xiu'an hated him, was jealous of him, and hurt him, all had sufficient reasons.

And during that time, what was Doug Lang thinking and doing?

He Qingwen thought, that must be the most difficult decision he has ever made in his life.

He casually opened the drawer on the right, and inside was an extremely exquisite and cumbersomely designed box. Dougron had opened it in front of him before, so he remembered how to open it.

The sapphire blue luster is like the tumbling foam in the ocean tide, shining brightly, it is the narration of the sea, the sorrow of the sea.

That's right, it was the lost sapphire that Dougron remade into a ring.

The blue light and the brilliance of gold complement each other, showing the extraordinary and priceless value of this object, but those lights refracted from different angles are like thousands of thorns, shooting into He Qingwen's chest burned his heart.

God damn it, what did he miss?

He buried his head in the crook of his arm, the tingling pain in his heart lasted for a long time and could not go away.

Xiao Muyuan leaned against the wall outside the study, and waited for two cigarettes before finally He Qingwen walked out of the study.

He continued to walk towards the innermost double door, and Xiao Muyuan realized that there was the bedroom of He Qingwen and Doug Lang.

As the door was pushed open, the incomparably luxurious furnishings caught his eyes. It was a residence comparable to that of an imperial aristocrat. There is no doubt that Doug Lang gave He Qingwen the best and most privileged life treatment.

When people focus on emphasizing the nobility of emotion and romantic feelings, they always like to criticize the vulgarity of material things, but in fact, material provision is sometimes the most direct way to love someone.

Xiao Muyuan watched him walk in, still not overstepping his identity, waiting at the door, he just wanted to see that He Qingwen was safe and sound before leaving.

He Qingwen walked in slowly, and walked directly to the bed in the bedroom.

At this moment, he is very tired, really tired, he doesn't want to think about anything, and think again, the only thing he wants to do now is to throw his tired body fiercely on the big picture he is so familiar with. Bed, and then a good night's sleep, wake up naturally tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow, a miracle will happen, a miracle that makes everyone cheer.

He sat on the edge of the bed without taking off his clothes, leaned down and lay down slowly.

Behind him, the other side of the bed was empty. It had been like this for a long time, but he never thought that this might become his pattern of life from now on.

Sighing, he turned his arm back and put his arm on the other side, groping up and down, trying to catch the last phantom, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't catch anything at all.

So he fumbled around for a while, then stretched out his hand, but at this moment, he seemed to have touched something like a tablet, what is it?

He opened his eyes, sat up, and stretched the thing over, but it was a folder.

what?

☆, ending

? He opened it, and was taken aback for a moment. He couldn't believe it was because he was dazzled, so he opened his eyes wide and concentrated on looking at the title of the document.

That's right, he read it right, it was indeed a certificate to dissolve the custody relationship between the two parties, and it was very formal.

He flipped through it quickly, without carefully looking at the contents inside, and directly turned to the last page of the document. At the bottom, Doug Lang had already signed his name.

And that date was agreed to be ten days ago.

ten days ago?

It was the day of the accident, and it was also his birthday.

If Doug Lang knew that he was taken away by Xiao Muyuan, how would he have the time and thought to do this and put it in the bedroom?

That can only explain one thing, this certificate was put here early that morning, that is to say, even if he didn't leave with Xiao Muyuan, Doug Lang planned to let him go?

He signed the document on his birthday, was he trying to give it to him as a birthday present?

He wants to set him free?

But by mistake, because of the plan of his mother and Xiao Muyuan, he just missed it, resulting in today's unmanageable situation.

He Qingwen was stunned for a long time. The folder slid onto the bed along with the tilt of his fingers. When it fell, a piece of paper was lifted out lightly.

What is that?

With shaking hands, he picked it up.

With just one glance, all the emotions were lifted up, as if the embankment that had been built high finally couldn't resist the huge waves of the flood and the sky, and collapsed in an instant.

He looked at that piece of paper over and over again, and there was only one sentence on that piece of paper, a few short words, but these few short words, like a boulder kept violently hitting his fragile chest, One blow followed by another, each time more vicious than the last one, the boulder was raised high and then fell heavily, finally smashing his heart into pieces.

Unable to bear the severe pain, He Qingwen opened his mouth wide and released it with all his strength.

"what--"

In an instant, He Qingwen's hissing cry resounded throughout the building. The sound was like the desperate cry of a beast before it died.

Huo De, Yu Juan and the servants in the building rushed over one after another. They surrounded the door of the bedroom, blocked by Xiao Muyuan's arm.

They saw that He Qingwen was kneeling on the bed, bent over, and rested his head deeply on his knees.

"Dougron, you bastard, liar, you--fool!"

He finally cried, wailing loudly, crying louder and louder, without interruption, without interruption.