dream winter

Seeing Meng Dongchu's strange expression, Yang Han squatted down and picked up the jar on the ground. The jar was very light. Yang Han suspiciously opened it and saw the rolled paper inside.

Gently unfolding it, he saw a painting, which was the manuscript of an internationally renowned painter, so precious and rare that Yang Han remembered that Meng Dongchu had bought it.

"What does this mean?" Yang Han raised the precious manuscript that had been packaged in a dismal way.

"It's nothing, the gallery needs to be used, I'll just take it there." Meng Dongchu remained calm, using actor-level acting skills.

"Such a precious painting, are you willing to pretend to take it there so casually?" Yang Han said, "Is your employee so lazy that you need you, the boss, to send the painting in person?"

"Usually I do the same, it's just that you're too busy to pay attention." Meng Dongchu said.

Yang Han walked into the studio with a smile on his face, although he was smiling, he was inexplicably creepy.He put the pot on the desk in front of Meng Dongchu with a bang, and didn't pay attention to Meng Dongchu's words, "Are you going to sell this painting secretly? Hiding a sum of money that I don't know about?"

His cold eyes were fixed on Meng Dongchu's eyes—those eyes that were usually pure and innocent, but now they are still so clean and calm.Yang Han's doubts were shaken for a moment, but the things in his hands can't be faked!

"What are you doing with this money?" He continued to look at him like a cheetah facing its prey, "You want to go?"

"Yes, I'm leaving." Meng Dongchu said frankly, "I told you from the day the news of your engagement came that I was leaving, don't you remember?"

"Yes." Yang Han's tone was steady, and it was difficult to distinguish his joy and anger after hearing this. "I thought you gave up."

Lying to Yang Han is an unwise choice, especially now.Meng Dongchu has figured out Yang Han's temper these years.So he said: "You should understand who I am, and I will never give up on leaving you."

Yang Han said, "I thought you had changed."

Meng Dongchu looked at Yang Han's face, and carefully considered his words: "I can't change what I am in my bones. Just like you too." Meng Dongchu tried his best to be gentle, with an appearance that Yang Han liked.Meng Dongchu's goal is very clear, he wants to leave, in order to leave, he can't annoy Yang Han now.

"You are right, you and I are people who cannot be changed in our bones." Yang Han said.

Meng Dongchu heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he had dodged this for a while, but he saw Yang Han approaching him calmly, and pulled away the strap of Meng Dongchu's nightgown. Meng Dongchu thought he was coming to get another set, He was about to kiss him as if to please him, but suddenly his hand was pulled behind his back, until his other hand was also pulled behind his back, Meng Dongchu suddenly realized that Yang Han was going to tie himself up!

Meng Dongchu tried hard to break free from Yang Han's hand, and said, "What are you doing!"

Yang Han still didn't speak, he gave Meng Dongchu a hard look, and finally tied Meng Dongchu's hands with such force that he almost twisted and dislocated his hands.

Meng Dongchu completely panicked, Yang Han has always used power to make him submit, or was arrogant on the bed, this time he could not see any emotion from Yang Han's eyes, only boundless cold.

"Yang Han, what are you doing!" Meng Dongchu yelled by name. He thought he knew Yang Han well, but at this moment, he seemed to be facing a strange person.

Yang Han just kept silent, held down the kicked foot by Meng Dongchu, and tied Meng Dongchu's feet with the strap of his nightgown.The fists and embroidered legs practiced in filming have always been no match for the skills that Yang Heng beat to the martial arts champion when he was young.

Meng Dongchu, whose hands and feet were trapped, struggled to half sit up uneasily: "Yang Han, you are crazy! Let me go!"

Yang Han punched him unconscious.

It was evening when Meng Dongchu woke up.

After thinking clearly, he found that he was still in the upstairs room, his hands were fixed to the post at the head of the bed, and the things that bound his hands changed from a belt to handcuffs.His two arms were sore and heavy. Looking around, Yang Han was not there, and it seemed that he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

The surroundings were quiet, and Meng Dongchu realized two things. First, it turned out that Yang Han's hands were so terrifying.Second, I can't leave for a while.

Thinking of Yang Han's eyes, he suddenly felt that he might really die.Suddenly he thought of Gu Minghe's brother, Fan Lei.Gu Minghe said that he was like Fan Lei, maybe even fate.

The fear came bit by bit.A deeper fear than the confrontation in the studio in the morning.The insecurities that had accompanied him throughout his teenage years returned once again.He shook his bound hands in vain, and could only listen to the sound of metal impacting in despair.

He wants to escape.

—but there was no escape.It broke his heart more than any previous experience.

He tied up Meng Dongchu, knocked him unconscious, and handcuffed him to the bed. All this was done on Yang Han's whim.

Seeing Meng Dongchu unconscious on the bed, his hands were handcuffed at the head of the bed.The burning strings in his mind began to calm down.He was a little afraid to look at the person in front of him, turned around and quickly walked out of the room, and then out of the villa.Walk quickly down the tree-lined mountain path.

To Meng Dongchu, he is crazy.I don't know why, probably just because of his eyes, which are full of tenderness and melancholy.Yang Han was walking until he was out of breath, his breathing hurt, and Meng Dongchu's eyes were still in front of him, like a deep blue sea.

It just started, probably because he heard that Meng Dongchu likes the sea.He also likes the sea.When I was young, the plane my parents were on crashed, and my uncle fought for all the companies under my parents' control. Later, my mother came and brought a bottle of oil, saying that it was my father's child.It turned out that the parents were not as harmonious as they appeared on the surface. The young mother was also from a famous family with outstanding skills, so grandfather Yang Heng had already acquiesced.People in the whole city talked about their family affairs.

At that time, no one would protect him, even if his grandfather intended to raise him as his heir.In the eyes of grandfather Yang Heng, all of this is what he should experience.Under the elegant appearance of a gentleman, he is ruthless, disowns his relatives, and puts interests first, all of which have been cultivated since childhood.

The seaside villa where he fell in love with Meng Dongchu at first sight was the house left by his parents back then. The bay window where Meng Dongchu sat was where Yang Han often sat and looked at the sea when he was a child.The never-ending sound of the waves, the waves caressing the beach, can soothe his heart.

Seeing Meng Dongchu lightly jumping down from the top and smiling softly, Yang Han's heart was touched at that moment.

The same unfortunate childhood, the same loneliness, but Meng Dongchu seemed so gentle and kind, even if he didn't resist his family members who hurt him.Impossible, how is it possible, tenderness and kindness are all false.It wasn't until this moment that Yang Han realized that when he chose to destroy Meng Dongchu's disguise, he had already sunk into it.

Thinking of this, Yang Han suddenly came to his senses, he turned and walked back, wanting to return to Meng Dongchu's side immediately.