black mandala

, this is the room of He Yuntian and his wife.

He Qingwen's eyes fell on every part of the room, and he touched them affectionately with his hands.

Xiao Muyuan has never entered every room on the second floor, not even the last time. He doesn't like to spy on other people's lives, or it is a kind of respect.

Respect the dead as well as the living.

At this time, he silently followed behind He Qingwen, listening to his shallow sighs, and looking at his helpless eyes.

The only thing he wants to see clearly is this person.

He Qingwen didn't chase him away, Ren Xiao Muyuan followed behind him, it seemed that he was going to show him.

Let him see, what he once took away from the He family.

"Why?" He Qingwen turned his head and looked at Xiao Muyuan who was standing at the door, "This house is already yours, why keep it?"

Xiao Muyuan chuckled, "Who knows! Maybe it's because even if it's changed, it still doesn't make much sense, so it's better not to change, let him keep the original appearance."

"Did you think that there would be such a day?" He Qingwen didn't laugh, not at all, because the world is impermanent.

He understands that this is the most shallow truth in life.

No one could have imagined whether today's victory would pave the way for future invincibility. Nothing lasts forever.

Three years later, I may still have nothing, nothing——

His eyes fell on the wall, where hung a huge framed picture, covered with cloth.

It was a family portrait of him when he was a child, and his mother's favorite family portrait.

It was taken when he was seven years old.

That year, my father's career had just started, and the whole family had a very difficult life.

But because there are goals and hopes ahead, so no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is, my father's heart is still firm.

In He Qingwen's heart, He Yuntian is like a mountain that will never fall down.

However, this mountain disappeared forever without his prediction.

Gone, never to return—

"Dad, we—we're going home!"

He Qingwen gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and the curtain slid down slowly.

A young couple is sitting on two chairs, a handsome little boy stands between them, innocent, pure, with the sweetest smile in his beautiful eyes, extremely happy.

The smile in the boy's eyes in the photo was like a thunderbolt, violently flashing across the sky above Xiao Muyuan's head, shaking him so that he couldn't move.

Xiao Muyuan suddenly looked at He Qingwen——

how come--

Xiao Muyuan couldn't believe his eyes, his eyes were like nails, staring at the boy in the photo, every time he glanced, it was as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and he couldn't get it out.

That face, with such a warm smile, was like a little sun that was once so dazzling, illuminating his dark heart.

He will never forget—

That childish smile——

He Qingwen——

You actually appeared in his life so brilliantly, it was you——

Xiao Muyuan staggered back a step, leaned against the door, and made a snap.

He Qingwen turned around suddenly, and found that Xiao Muyuan's face was a little pale and his expression was a little dazed.

"What's wrong with you?" He Qingwen approached Xiao Muyuan.

Xiao Muyuan covered his eyes, not seeing everything in front of him, maybe he could calm down.

He lowered his eyes and saw He Qingwen's shoes stopped in front of him.

"Xiao Muyuan, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Muyuan raised his head slowly, the eyes that were once the warmest now only remained cold and sharp.

Xiao Muyuan, what did you do wrong?

He escaped from He Qingwen's gaze in some embarrassment, turned his head away, and waved his hands.

"Nothing, just a little tired."

"Tired?" He Qingwen snorted softly, "It turns out that Director Xiao is also tired sometimes."

He stretched out his hand and held Xiao Muyuan's arm.

Xiao Muyuan was a little dazed, looking at He Qingwen's fair hand.

This is the hand that did the same thing back then.

then--?

☆, memory

"Dongxu, I want you to find out for me as soon as possible, 18 years ago, all the people who had close contacts with the He family."

"But, Mr. Xiao has been so long—"

"As soon as possible, Dongxu, I don't want to say it again."

"Okay." Li Dongxu reluctantly agreed, hung up the phone, and his forehead began to ache.

Xiao Muyuan drove the car very fast all the way to the deserted beach.

how so--

Why is it so coincidental?

Xiao Muyuan was really happy, but his heart hurt like a tear.

It's really hard to look back--

Unbearable.

Xiao Muyuan parked the car by the sea, sat in the car, and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks.

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Xiao Shan raised a thick cane, and mercilessly whipped the child kneeling on the ground.

"I let you steal, I let you steal, you little bastard."

The child kneeling on the ground was bruised all over from the whipping, but he gritted his teeth and stubbornly remained silent.

His hands were on the ground, his clothes were already sweating from the pain, and the rattan seemed to be alive, and it kept falling on his body, especially on the most seriously injured place.

"Your grandma, you eat and drink from me, damn it, you dare to steal from me, see if I don't beat you to death—"

Xiao Shan yelled and cursed, his wrists were a little sore from the beating, but he was still puzzled, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to vent all his anger on him.

That's right, in fact, his function is Xiao Shan's blowing bag.

Xiao Shan brought him back from the orphanage, just asking him to be a living vent.

As long as it doesn't go well, as long as Xiao Shan is in a bad mood, no matter what the reason is.

Hmph, no, even if there is no reason, Xiao Shan will mercilessly pick up the cane and whip it down on him, as long as he is happy.

It wasn't until the child lay on the ground that he couldn't get up anymore that Xiao Shan shook off the cane, and wiped the sweat off his head breathlessly.

"Bah - I won't give you food for three days, let's see if you dare to steal it." After speaking, he picked up his clothes, shook them, and walked out of the house.

It was a January day, and the room was cold without any heating facilities. It took a long time for the child to crawl from the ground to the bedside.

He wanted to get up, but there was no strength in his body.

And every time I moved, the flesh on my back would be pulled, and my back hurt so badly that it hurt to the bone.

He reached out and groped for the scattered quilt on the bed, so he tried his best to pull it off.

It was too cold on the ground, and he needed something to keep him warm, anything.

He grabbed a corner of the quilt, and then used the gravity of his body to let the quilt slide down little by little.

The last bit of strength was exhausted, and almost every gasp consumed his energy and calories.

The quilt fell off, and he was unable to climb up again.

It's dark, it's dark.

Or—is he dead?

so cold-

He moved his arm reluctantly, it was sore and painful.

That proves that he is still alive.

Live, live like a dog.

The cold weather caused the heat on his body to drop sharply, and his eyelids kept shaking, and every time he shook, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

No, he can't fall asleep, he has to wait for Uncle Liang to come back and save him.

No matter what, he has to persevere, he has to live, and only when he lives can he have hope.

Uncle Liang finally came back. He quietly opened the door of the house, being careful not to let the door make any sound.

But when he found that the child was lying motionless on the ground, he was suddenly taken aback, closed the door hastily, and carried him to the bed together with him.

This isn't a bed, it's clearly just a platform made of two wooden planks, and when a person is put on it, the wooden plank is too hard to handle.

"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan—"

Uncle Liang softly called the child's name, and stroked his head with his hand.

Hot to the touch.

The child felt someone hugging him, someone calling him, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Uncle Liang—"

"Good boy, don't talk, Uncle Liang brought you some food." Uncle Liang freed one hand, took out a few pieces of snacks from his pocket, and put them in his mouth.

The child wanted to eat because he was hungry, but I'm afraid he didn't even have the strength to swallow it now.

He stared sideways at the snacks, and swallowed his sticky saliva, which was very fishy, ​​like blood.

"Uncle Liang, I want to drink some water."

"Okay, okay, Uncle Liang is going to fetch water for you, just wait a moment, don't sleep."

Uncle Liang put down the child, opened the door carefully, and walked out.

After a while, he brought water, food, and medicine.

The child drank some water, regained his strength, lay down on the bed, grabbed his heart and began to gobble it up.

Uncle Liang looked at it and wiped away his tears.

He put medicine on the child's back, gave him fever-reducing medicine, and wrapped him up in a blanket.

"Xiaoyuan, the master is in a bad mood these days, try not to let him see you, avoid him, and you will be beaten less." Uncle Liang advised gently, stroking the child's forehead, looking at the child because A face emaciated by long-term torture.

He pinched the child's shoulder, which was also full of bones, too thin.

"Uncle Liang, I—I didn't steal it, I was just hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a steamed bun—"

The child weakly defended himself, and stubbornly sucked back the tears that had just flowed out.

"Uncle Liang knows, knows that Xiao Yuan is a good boy, hey -- I'm sorry for you."

Uncle Liang sighed, feeling sad for the unfortunate fate of the child.

If he had known this earlier, why would he bother to bring this child back from the orphanage, and why did he let him go on the way——

Uncle Liang regrets it, what a crime!

The child's injury healed quickly, and he could get out of bed and walk around after five days.

Xiao Shan really didn't give him food for three days. To be precise, Xiao Shan only remembered him when he wanted to vent his anger. He never cared about whether the child had food or not. After Li walked out, he had already forgotten about the child.

In fact, apart from three meals a day with the workers in the house, the adopted child was never really cared for.

If it wasn't for Uncle Liang secretly helping him, I'm afraid his life would have been gone long ago.

"Xiaoyuan, there are guests coming today, you just stay in the backyard, don't go out."

"Well, I see, Uncle Liang, don't worry, I'll just stay in the house and not go anywhere." The child nodded.

Uncle Liang smiled reassuringly, patted the child's head, closed the door and left.

Today's weather is really good, the sun shines on the ground through the narrow windows.

The child thought that his quilt had not been dried in the sun for a long time, and it was damp and hard, so he could just dry it today.

He folded the quilt a few times and walked out of the room with his arms in his arms.

Anyway, he wouldn't be too far away from the house, so he boldly walked to the railing, put the quilt up, and then, greedy for the rare good weather, he leaned lazily against the tree.

The warm sunshine made him feel very comfortable, and it also relieved his long-suppressed heart a little bit.

He closed his eyes and a small smile played on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, something rolled under his feet, and he looked down, and it turned out to be a small ball.

Small ball?

How can there be such a thing here?

The child squatted down, picked it up and looked at it.

At this time, a small figure ran over from behind the tree.

When the child saw him, he was a little scared at first, and stopped at a place a little far away from him, but kept looking at him curiously with a pair of very bright eyes.

The child picked up the small ball and handed it over.

"Is this yours?"

The child pursed his pink lips, rubbed against him little by little, nodded, and replied in a childish voice, "Well, thank you!"

The child took the ball but didn't walk away immediately. On the contrary, he squatted down and looked at him.

The child was a little stunned, and asked the child, "Why don't you leave?"

The child still pursed his lips, and after a while he murmured back, "Are you unhappy?"

The child was even more stunned, "What's none of your business?"

The child rolled his round eyes twice, and passed the ball in his hand again.

"Here, this is for you."

The child looked at the little ball, a little astonished, he slowly stretched out his hand, and immediately took it back.

This kind of thing cannot appear in his house, Xiao Shan will beat him again when he sees it, saying that he stole it, and this kind of thing is too extravagant and useless for him.

What's the use, can't eat, can't satisfy hunger.

"Don't you like it?" the child asked, blinking.

The child sighed and shook his head.

"If so what do you like?"

The child suddenly smiled, this child is so interesting, it seems that he must be satisfied, does he treat everyone like this?

He looked at the little dress he was wearing, and then looked down at the tattered clothes on his body.

What a difference between heaven and earth, the difference between clouds and mud.

God is so unfair!

So he developed a mentality of teasing and revenge. Since he is a young master, he also has some money on him.

He smiled, "Are you rich?"

The child pursed his mouth and lowered his head.

"No? Your clothes are quite nice, take them off and give them to me!"

The child thinks this will scare the child away, and may even cry.

The child waited, waited for the child squatting in front of him, and ran away crying.

But suddenly the child raised his head and smiled at him with great joy.

"I have a solution, you wait for me!"

With that said, he stood up and hurriedly ran to the front of the yard.

The child is a little flustered, this child should not run to complain!

It seemed that a beating was inevitable again today, and the child stood there blankly, starting to worry about his situation.

He raised his head, enjoying the last ray of sunshine.

But not long after the child ran away, he ran back again.

With a smile on his face, the child flew over like a little happy bird.

"Hey, I'm back." The child ran up to him, stretched out his muddy palm, and held five coins in his hand. "I sold the ball to Nan Nan next door. He has wanted my ball for a long time. Look, I sold it for five dollars."

The child stared at the money in the child's hand in shock, as well as the mud on the palm of his hand.

"What happened? Did you fall?"

With a bright smile on his face, the child grabbed the child's arm and stuffed the money into his palm.

"Here, are you happy?"

The child wanted to cry a little, and tears rolled in his eyes.

That small hand held his bony arm tightly, tightly and full of strength.

But since that time, he has never seen that child again, he doesn't know his name, and who's child it is.

He only remembered those bright eyes, that bright smile, and that little hand.

How it gave him incomparable strength and warmed his heart.

Xiao Muyuan squatted in front of a tombstone, with a faint smile on his lips.

Uncle Liang, I finally found him—?

☆, fetters

?It turned out to be like this——

Xiao Muyuan closed the 18-year-old information that Li Dongxu found, and was silent for a long time.

"Has He Zhong made any progress recently?"

"Recently, he has been in contact with Zhang Qiaoshan and Qiao Wang a few times."

"That is to say, this He Zhong has known He Qingwen's identity for a long time, and has been standing aside to watch the show?"

"Probably so."

Xiao Muyuan walked to the window and sighed leisurely.

I heard that Zhang Qiaoshan, Qiao Wang, and Qi Liu have all suffered setbacks in their business recently, and they are only a little bit close to being forced to death by Shengshi.

Back then, they betrayed He Yuntian and sold all the shares to Xiao Muyuan, losing the qualification to be a holding company in Hongtian, and at the same time losing Hongtian, the huge boss.

Today, they deserve what they have suffered.

He Qingwen remembered all these accounts quite clearly, and he would get them back one by one.

It's just that this will also make him create more enemies. Among these people, which one is a good stubble.

"Send more people to keep an eye on He Zhong. No matter what he does, notify me immediately."

Among these people, the least kind person is him.

The arrival of He Qingwen caused him to lose control of the prosperous world. With his character, his hatred for He Qingwen was not just a little bit.

Xiao Muyuan smoked a cigarette, letting his thoughts drift away again.

What else could he do, what else?

There was a knock on the office door without warning, which brought Xiao Muyuan back from his thoughts.

"Come in--"

Just as Li Dongxu opened the door a crack, Rong Yuan pushed the door open and entered.

"Xiao Dong—"

"Miss Rong? What's the matter?"

Rong Yuan threw the picture in her hand on Xiao Muyuan's desk angrily, "Why do you want to modify my design?"

Xiao Muyuan picked up a few pictures on the table, looked at them carefully, and was quite satisfied.

"Miss Rong thinks there's something wrong?"

"This is not my original design." Rong Yuan poked heavily on the changed places with her fingers.

"It's just a little modification, and it doesn't damage the overall beauty. Miss Rong doesn't have to be too nervous."

"But this is not my picture, Xiao Muyuan, you said you would give me full responsibility, what do you say now?"

Xiao Muyuan spread his hands, "That's right, I said it, but it's just for publicity purposes. Usually, the design department produces the drawings, and the publicity department revises them. This is a routine."

"But I don't need such a routine here. As I said, I will let you see what profession. If Director Xiao can't give me such power, then why let me waste my time here?"

Xiao Muyuan couldn't help but laugh. This little girl usually looks innocent, but she didn't expect to be so persistent and serious at work.

However, it allowed him to see the desired result——

Xiao Muyuan nodded, "Well, Miss Rong, this drawing is only a preliminary sample and has not been finalized yet. We will compare your original design with this modified one at the department meeting on Thursday. What do you think of the various departments voting to make a decision? You know, although I am the chairman, I still have to seek the opinions of the people below, so that I can convince the public, what do you think?"

"Okay! I'll convince you." Rong Yuan raised her eyebrows, as if accepting the challenge.

Xiao Muyuan smiled and nodded, "Very good! By the way, I have to tell you one more thing. I believe you will be very happy to hear it."

"Huh?" Rong Yuan gave him a disdainful look, thinking that she could hear something good from you.

"Your brother Qingwen has returned home, I mean - the original house of the He family."

"Really?" Rong Yuan's eyes widened, staring at Xiao Muyuan in disbelief.

"It's true." Xiao Muyuan smiled and nodded, "In this way, you may visit him secretly from time to time."

"But, didn't that villa be taken over by you a long time ago—" Rong Yuan covered her mouth impatiently, and glanced at Xiao Muyuan embarrassedly for a while, seeing that he didn't mind at all, she continued, " Isn't it in your name? How come?"

Xiao Muyuan pretended to be helpless, "Hey, I can't help it, your brother Qingwen is too powerful." He shrugged.

Rong Yuan couldn't hide her joy at all, it immediately showed on her face.

That look literally says, look!Xiao Muyuan, you also have today.

Xiao Muyuan was already sniggering in his heart so much that he was about to get hurt internally, it's not good to show it too obviously.

"Whenever you want to go, you can ask Shang Dongxu to take you there, and take a cover to avoid being discovered by your father."

Rong Yuan turned her head and saw the ever-changing expression on Li Dongxu's face, but she still had to pretend to be very willing, and gave Rong Yuan a wry smile.

"Okay, thank you in advance!" Rong Yuan pursed her lips and smiled. When she lowered her head and saw the pictures, she changed back to a serious face, "But I will never compromise."

"Ah?" Xiao Muyuan was a little puzzled.

Rong Yuan poked the advertisement design drawing with her hand again, "I will stick to my principles."

Xiao Muyuan waved his hand abruptly, and said with a smile, "I know, I know, these are two different things."

Rong Yuan walked out of the office with a dignified face like a little hen in battle.

The door of the office was closed, and Li Dongxu heaved a sigh of relief. Miss Rong's family is really a difficult aunt.

"How about it, am I right, Dongxu?"

Li Dongxu nodded, "Xiao Dong is really thoughtful, and will use this trick to test Rong Yuan's attitude."

"I said before, whether it's He Qingwen or Rong Yuan, they will have their own principles in doing things. Rong Yuan, a little girl, has much more professional ethics than his father."

"Then do you really want Rong Yuan to visit He Qingwen? I'm afraid no matter how moral you are, it's hard to resist the feelings you've had for so many years! I'm afraid—"

What would happen if Rong Yuan really told He Qingwen Hongtian's secret?

It's not that Xiao Muyuan didn't think about it, no matter how confident he is verbally, he still has concerns about it in his heart.

No one is a god, and no one can have a heart like a stone. There will always be a soft place, once touched, it will immediately fall.

Xiao Muyuan touched his chest.

That soft place has always been wrapped in a calm shell, but it was only lightly touched by that hand, and that shell shattered vulnerable to a single blow.

Xiao Muyuan's mind was full of the moment when He Qingwen's hand held him up.

It was as warm as the little hands back then.

Just as powerful.

"Dongxu, if one day you find that you have deeply hurt the person you want to protect the most, what will you do?"

"If that's the case, let him forgive himself first, and then make up for it!"

"Compensation? How to compensate?" Xiao Muyuan asked lightly.

Li Dongxu thought for a while and replied, "Probably, do something that makes him happy, try to make him happy, how about it!"

make him happy--

Here you are, are you happy?

The immature child's voice kept echoing in my ears.

turn out to be--

Such a fetter was destined somewhere, and one day, he would also tell him.

He Qingwen, are you happy like this?

"Mr. Devon, everything is packed, you should go to bed early!"

Weier settled everything, reported to He Qingwen, and then exited the room.

He Qingwen sat on the bed, looking around everything in the room very calmly.

It seemed to go back a few years ago, making him feel in a trance that his father was still socializing outside, his mother was still touching around at Ma You's house, and he just came back from a classmate's house.

He touched all the things in the room up and down again, and only by constantly touching would he feel real, not like a dream.

Come back, come home—

But, no one is here anymore, things are changing——

He walked down to the hall on the first floor and turned on all the lights, making everything bright.

He looked towards the kitchen, as if his mother was trotting out with a freshly baked cake.

Wenwen, come and try, mom made your favorite raisin cake——

Dad sat on the sofa watching the news, turned around and waved at him——

He Qingwen turned on the TV to make noise in the room, otherwise it would be too quiet and make people flustered.

He took the TV remote control and sat on the sofa, where his father sat every time.

"Dad, are you happy?" He Qingwen murmured to himself.

He turned his head and seemed to see his father smiling at him.

His eyes were red and he covered his face with his hands.

"Dad, the companies of Zhang Qiaoshan and Qiao Wang are about to be acquired by me. Qi Liu has nothing left, and I don't want to be too heartless. After all, he regrets it."

He Qingwen sighed and leaned on the sofa.

The lamp above the head was too bright, it was a bit dazzling, and a layer of mist formed in the eyes.

Then he laughed through his tears and wiped away his tears.

"Dad, look, it was a happy thing, why should I cry? I should be very happy!"

He blinked his red eyes and let out a breath.

"Come on, Dad, let's have a drink and celebrate!"

He went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine, poured it into two glasses, and sat back on the sofa.

"Dad, look, I brought your favorite wine, which is the year you like to drink the most."

He put the two glasses together, bumped them, and drank the one he was holding.

"Dad, Rong Shiming no longer cares about Hongtian's affairs, but he was the culprit back then. Tell me, what should I do? If it were you, would you let him go? And——and Yuan Yuan, Yuanyuan is innocent after all, what should I do?"

The show on TV was showing an inspiring revenge drama, he watched it a few times, and wanted to laugh.

Yes, he has been acting, for everyone to see, for himself.

But in reality, after all, it is impossible to follow the script you set. Many things are unknown, and it is difficult to make a choice.

Humans are not sages, they have emotions, they have memories, they have things that they are always talking about——

They are called - fetters.

So - what to do?

He picked up another glass of wine, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat in front of the piano, and gently stroked all the keys with his hands.

The gentle tune flowed from his fingertips, and he lowered his eyes, letting all his emotions explode in the music.

Outside the villa, far away, a car was parked.

The people in the car were sitting on their backs, opening the windows to let the smoke drift out of the car.

The house, which was brightly illuminated by lights all over the house, looked particularly bright in this silent night, and the surrounding area was also lit up.

When he saw the man in the room sitting at the piano again, he never took his eyes off it.

Time has changed everything too much and destroyed too many things.

He didn't know if it was still time, and he didn't know if he could get it back.

Get back the original - that smile. ?

☆, infatuation

?The battle between "Jiyuan" and "Songyang" was limited to the end of the month according to Xiao Muyuan, and He Qingwen won, but in fact, "Jiyuan" entered and exited the original parts monopolized by Xiao Muyuan in the later stage channels, but cut off the market.

"Jiyuan" had a bright future, but "Songyang" was steady and steady, and soon occupied the market again.

However, He Qingwen came up with another way. He adopted the OEM model, first found some other small brands, bought shares and sold them on OEM, and then switched to the OBM model, introducing the latest electronic development assembly line equipment from the United States. , starting from the smallest original accessories.

"Jiyuan" changed its name and transformed itself into a new brand in the electronic market. It not only sells finished products, but also mainly manufactures original parts, and is responsible for processing other brands of electronic components.

"Jiyuan" miraculously came back to life.

He Qingwen stood in front of the big screen in the office, looked at the data, and smiled calmly.

In the afternoon, he went to the "GreenDream" project base. A large open space was opened up in the center of the green forest to build the natural health water bar of the resort, and the initial prototype has already been formed.

Everything went smoothly, and He Qingwen felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

It seems that this kind of joy has nothing to do with repelling Xiao Muyuan. This kind of joy comes from the satisfaction of seeing the results after paying for it.

It's like you planted a tree with your own hands, and watching the tree grow up every day, you will look forward to it becoming a towering tree one day. Maybe this big tree is only used for shade in the end, but watching it grow You will feel successful.

It's not the prosperity, it's just He Qingwen's success.

After returning from the project base, he did not return to the company, but returned to the villa complex.

As soon as the car turned to the door of the house, it saw a dazzling red sports car parked there.

He Qingwen narrowed his eyes and looked at the car. It took only a few seconds for him to change from guessing to affirmation.

He let out a long sigh, feeling depressed again.

What a nightmare to shake off—

He Qingwen wanted to pretend he didn't see it, and drove straight over. Unexpectedly, the big red sports car moved a step ahead of him, circled around in a perfect arc, and cut in front of the car.

Almost at the moment when they were about to collide, He Qingwen stepped on the brakes.

"Damn—" he slapped the steering wheel heavily, cursing secretly in his heart.

Helpless, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

At this time, the door of the red sports car also opened, and a hot girl in red stepped out from inside.

With blond hair and blue eyes, a beautiful face with a strong sense of façade was lifted up, and it was the flip side of Dougron's face.

"What are you here for?"

"I'm in Japan on business, by the way—come and see my brother's baby."

He Qingwen's attitude was not good, and her tone was also lukewarm.

He Qingwen ignored her, bypassed the red car, and walked towards the gate of the villa.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Diven?" She leaned half against the car and asked in a very lazy voice.

He Qingwen opened the door and walked in.

The door was not closed, the girl in red pursed her lips slightly, showing a very charming smile, then got up and walked towards the door.

She closed the door behind her and looked around the hall.

"Your home is not bad Diven, but it's still much worse than my brother's manor."

As He Qingwen walked into the kitchen, he loosened his tie with his hands. The best way to stay with this young lady is to be silent.

"Diven, do you have coffee? Could you pour me a cup."

She followed He Qingwen into the kitchen and lay down on the bar.

He Qingwen frowned, let out a long breath, turned on the coffee machine, and added two spoonfuls of coffee beans into it.

The girl in red smiled and continued to lie on the bar and wait.

"Miss Muncie, does your brother know you're here?"

"Hehe, are you worried about me or yourself when you ask this question?"

He Qingwen swept her eyes.

Mansi laughed twice, "Don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you, really!"

She straightened up, smoothed her wavy hair with her hands, then took a cigarette from her bag and lit it.

She sat on the stool in front of the bar and looked at He Qingwen through the smoke.

He Qingwen lowered his eyes. Looking from the side, his eyelashes were long and dense, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, making people curious and want to explore his mystery.

From the day when her elder brother brought him into the family for the first time and they met, she realized by accident that the beauty of oriental people has this characteristic.

No wonder my brother is so obsessed with him, so obsessed that he can't extricate himself.

When the coffee was ready, He Qingwen handed it over.

"Thank you!"

She took the coffee and sipped it carefully.

"After drinking the coffee, please ask Miss Mancy to leave quickly, I am going to rest."

Mansi took a sip of coffee unhurriedly, and ignored He Qingwen's order to expel the guests.

He Qingwen has long been used to her self-domineering, and never expected to leave just because of his words.

Mansi was still wandering in the hall in her own way, while He Qingwen had already gone up to the second floor, planning to change into a comfortable set of clothes.

He found a set of home clothes, went to the bedroom to change, and just took off his shirt, Mansi's voice sounded behind him again.

"No wonder my brother is so obsessed with your body, it's really good—"

He Qingwen was taken aback, turned around suddenly, and saw Manxi standing behind him with a playful smile on his face.

At the same time, her hand was caressing his chest, moving wildly on it.

"Manxi—" He Qingwen suddenly grabbed her hand and looked at her angrily. "Don't go too far!"

He Qingwen shook off her hand, picked up the clothes to change, and walked into another room.

Manxi let out a series of cold and weird laughter, which made He Qingwen's scalp tingle.

What a pair of brothers and sisters, the same madness, the same perversion, it is unbearable.

He Qingwen covered his ears, almost growling.

When he finished changing and came out of the room again, Mansi returned to the living room.

She sat in front of the piano and fiddled with the keys with her hands.

"Please go, if your brother finds out—"

"What are you afraid of? Diven, so what if my brother finds out? He never did anything to you, he couldn't bear to—"

The piano keys were being struck in her hands, making disturbing noises. He Qingwen walked over and held her hand.

"That's enough, Mansi, please stop messing around."

"I'm not messing around, why do you keep avoiding me, Diven, why can my brother like you, but I just