black mandala

hand, shook her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Excuse me—"

Mansi waved a finger at him to prevent him from asking any further, then turned her head and smiled at Jack, "You kid who keeps peeking at me, what's your name?"

Jack was dismantled immediately, and was immediately struck like a statue. He stood there with his hands raised, motionless, only turning his eyes around, and sent a distress signal to Xiao Muyuan.

Mansi took two steps closer to him, hooked his chin with his fingers like teasing a puppy.

"What is your name?"

"I—my name is Jack, Jack Wilson."

Mancy smiled, "It turned out to be the kid from the Wilson family, I remember."

She looked at Xiao Muyuan again with some meaning, then blew a kiss to Jack, and walked out of the church without looking back.

Xiao Muyuan looked at her back, full of doubts, turned his head, and saw Jack was stroking his chin with his hand, his face was full of happiness.

He raised his eyebrows and reminded, "Jack, this woman will eat you to the bone."

Jack turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows at him and smiled, "I know!"

Xiao Muyuan looked at Jack who was completely hopeless and shook his head, then asked, "Who the hell is she? It seems like she really knows me."

Asked about this, Jack changed his appearance, and sighed at Xiao Muyuan as if he had discovered a new world, "I didn't expect that! Yuan, you are so famous in the United States. I didn't even know it. No wonder my father valued it so much." You, it seems that I really want to hold you tightly and can't let go, you are such a baby!"

Xiao Muyuan raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, Master Wilson, can you tell me the answer?"

Jack rubbed his hands, chuckled, whispered in his ear, and told him.

After hearing this, Xiao Muyuan suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the door of the church.

Mancy Waugh* - Sister of Dougron Waugh*.

That's really, nice to meet you!

In the car, wearing a snow-white Mansi, holding a cigarette, his eyes fell on the door of the church, looked at it for a while, and laughed out loud.

She exhaled and laughed, "Interesting—"

☆、jealousy

?He Qingwen stood in front of the window and looked out of the window. There was a light snowfall last night, and the manor was completely white, which added a festive atmosphere to the arrival of Christmas.

Since the two of them slept together that night, Doug Lang would come back here every night and stay overnight in his room. The master room had instead become an idle decoration.

They are not good at what they want to refuse or welcome, what they are indifferent to, and emotional manipulation. They are not good at it, and if they are not good at it, they don't know how to avoid it. A war left both of them scarred.

Painful and tired, I suddenly felt that it was pointless to continue arguing, so——

They have a truce.

The confrontation and debate between the two people for more than ten days finally ended the cold war without any results, and everything returned to the original track in a daze.

Life in the manor was as usual, and everyone was busy. Doug Lang hardly appeared in the manor during the day, and shuttled between the company groups all day long.As for He Qingwen, apart from visiting Yu Juan every morning, he just went back to the main house and had nothing to do all day long.

But at night, Doug Lang came back, hugged him, and slept in the same bed.

It will be Christmas in three days, and Huo De has been busy buying holiday necessities for the manor.

In the United States, Christmas represents the beginning of a new century and is a sacred festival for family reunion. They gather on Christmas Eve to welcome the arrival of a new life together. For a big family like Wo*, such a festival is even more popular. Pay attention.

In the room, there were mountains of gifts, and the dresses specially made for Douglang and He Qingwen had already piled up in two rows.

Huo De opened those gowns one by one for He Qingwen, and waited for him to try them on, but He Qingwen only tried on the third set, so he waved his hand to stop.

"Okay, Huo De, there is no need to try again, the clothes made in their shop have always fit me well."

Huo De laughed, "They said that the young master's body proportions are the most standard. Every time you cut your clothes, you are very good at it. Except for the thinner waist, the other parts are completely cut according to the normal proportions."

He Qingwen listened to Huo De's words, lowered his head, opened the skirt of his coat, and looked at his waist.

"Master, on the day of the family gathering, do you still choose the white one?"

Huo De picked out an all-white dress with gold silk embroidery from among the many dresses, and held it in front of He Qingwen.

He Qingwen looked at the suit and sighed, "Put it aside for now."

The family reunion belonged to Wo*'s family. He was always a foreigner, but Doug Lang took him with him every year, attracting the attention and discussion of many people.

I really don't want to see those faces that he remembers or can't remember, and, after turning around, the weird smiles on their faces.

Doug Lang said that he shouldn't care too much, but how could he not care.

If possible, he really wanted to persuade Dougron to give up the idea of ​​taking him to the party.

Huo De helped him hang the white dress in the closet, then repacked the other boxes for storage, and retreated out with a few servants standing nearby.

"Bam—"

The door of the room was closed again, and the room was silent.

He sat on the bed, looking at the bright white snow outside the window, his thoughts were empty, he wanted to grab something, but he was at a loss.

After looking at it for a while, he thought about it, walked out of the room, and walked into the corner room on the upper floor.

There was his study, a room that Doug Lang had prepared for him alone. The room was not too big, but it was the quietest place in the whole building.

After returning to the United States, he never entered this room again. Firstly, he no longer felt the resentment he felt before he left. Secondly, because of the recent quarrel with Doug Lang, he also lacked attention to this room.

He opened the door and saw the settings inside, which were exactly the same as when he left. There were a lot of business dynamic materials in the bookcase, most of which belonged to the Hongtian Group.

I still remember that at that time he was stuck in this room every day, filling his mind with a lot of business materials, and researching Xiao Muyuan had become a daily subject for him.

He casually took out a book from the bookcase and looked through it, which happened to be all the achievements Xiao Muyuan had made in the first year after acquiring Hongtian.

Acquire and merge small companies in the same industry as Hongtian Group to form a monopoly, then develop foreign shopping malls, promote the domestic and foreign sales chain model, expand the scale of main products, switch to OBM industry flow, let the brand fully occupy the market, Hongtian Group is almost In just a few months, it became popular and became a symbol of internationalization.

When He Qingwen saw this at the time, his heart burst into flames. He felt that Xiao Muyuan could step on the foundation stone of their He family and soar up to such a beautiful scenery, but he had to hide here and sigh in self-pity. Survival became Dougron's plaything.

But at this time, seeing these again, his heart was very peaceful, and he even wanted to cheer for Xiao Muyuan.

He is indeed outstanding and a man of action. It has to be said that Xiao Muyuan's brains and skills have completely surpassed his father - He Yuntian.

Then, defeat, after all, is a matter of time.

In the battle of merchants, there has always been only success or failure, and no enmity.

What my father said at the time, thinking about it now, may be right.

Dad, what should he do?

He Qingwen gently closed the information booklet and put it back on the bookcase.

Then he turned around and came to the desk, and opened the drawer, which contained Xiao Muyuan's personal photos every time he appeared in the newspaper, in different sizes and distances.

He took out these photos, picked out a few and put them on the desk.

Stern faces appeared in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt that although he had seen these photos countless times, he had never savored these photos carefully. Only now did he realize that these photos had the same face, but they all had different expressions.

He Qingwen's mind flashed, and he thought of Hongye Mountain, and he fought to save him.In front of He Yuntian's tombstone, they sat on the ground with him.

He was very confused at the time, didn't understand Xiao Muyuan's meaning, didn't understand why Xiao Muyuan could do nothing about him and guard against him, and saved him and helped him again and again. What exactly did he want from him?

What puzzled him even more was that the entanglement between them was changing silently, and something was slowly growing.

And this mutated emotion also made him completely lost himself.

Therefore, regarding what happened in the back alley of the nightclub that time, he felt at a loss and hesitated.

Not only did he not resist, but he also accepted the kiss gladly and responded.

Him, what's going on?

He Qingwen only felt his heart tighten, his hands were unsteady, and when he lost his hand, the photos were scattered all over the floor.

He was taken aback for a moment, sighed, and bent over to pick it up. At this moment, the door of the study suddenly opened.

He Qingwen raised his head and saw Doug Lang standing at the door panting. When he saw him, his tense expression suddenly relaxed.

"Diven." Dougron embraced him and held him in his arms.

"What's wrong?" He Qingwen asked in a daze.

Doug Lang smiled, picked him up, and let him sit on the desk, "It's nothing, I didn't see you when I returned to the room, I searched a lot."

"Oh." He Qingwen twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes lowered.

Doug Lang's photo of Xiao Muyuan was trampled under his feet in a disorderly manner. Doug Lang didn't seem to notice it, and all his thoughts were on the joy of finding He Qingwen.

He Qingwen lowered his head and looked at it, but felt uncomfortable.

He slowly moved down the desk, bent down, and continued to pick up the photos.

"Diven!" Dougron watched him pick up those photos and put them back in the drawer, then took his hand and said, "Diven, don't think about those things anymore, okay?"

He Qingwen turned his head and sighed, "How can I not think about it, that is my father's life's painstaking effort, he put all his energy and emotion into it, even though he is gone, his spirit is still there , Hongtian, has become the shadow of my father, this shadow has always been in my heart, lingering."

"Diven, but do you know that I am really jealous, jealous of Hongtian, jealous of your father, even Xiao Muyuan, they occupy your heart, occupy all your emotions, sometimes, I really can't wait, can't wait Destroy them all, and then, let you only see me, and only have me in your heart."

Doug Lang took his hand, rubbed it against his face, and put it to his mouth to kiss.

He Qingwen paused, thought for a while, and put his other hand on his face.

"Dougron, I—have two more years, right? We—we agreed."

Douglang's brows suddenly frowned, and he followed He Qingwen's arm all the way to his shoulder and moved to his back.

"Diven, I don't want to quarrel, but I really don't want to put you back, I really can't do it anymore, now I can't see you for a day, I will feel uneasy, and I will go crazy."

"However, if you let me give up Hongtian, I will also go crazy, Doug Lang, no matter what we do in the future, no matter what my situation is in the future, I-I don't care, but please don't, let me give up my life The only ideal in life, fulfill me!"

Doug Lang let go of He Qingwen, and paced the room while sighing, "Diven, you know that I can help you, as long as you allow me, not only can I defeat Xiao Muyuan and buy Hongtian for you, but I can also help you. You create the same empire."

He Qingwen shook his head, "But, that doesn't—"

"Yes, it doesn't make sense. You said that you want to defeat him yourself, but do you think you can defeat him?" Doug Lang saw He Qingwen's face sink, and continued, "I'm sorry baby, I It's not denying your ability, but what if you fail? Do you want to spend your life with this kind of hatred? Put all your thoughts on this matter, and let yourself carry this heavy weight all your life. burden?"

He Qingwen clenched his fists tightly and replied, "Doug Lang, I can fail, but if I am really forced to do nothing, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"But two years is too long for me, baby, I can't bear it." He returned to He Qingwen, cupped his face with his hands, and stared at him.

He Qingwen turned his head away, trying to persuade him in other ways.

"I'll be back often, you don't have to worry, I—I won't leave you."

"Diven, look at me." Dougron held his head back and made their eyes meet, "Diven, I'm glad you said that, let me think again, you know, I don't want you Disappointed, but, I also have my bottom line."

"I know, I know!" He Qingwen lowered his eyes again.

"Diven!"

Doug Lang raised his face, lowered his head, and kissed it. His hands moved in the warm robe, arousing the desire/desire of the two of them. But at this moment, He Qingwen's mind suddenly appeared. face.

Yes, in this room, there are shadows of that person everywhere.

"Dougron, don't be here."

He Qingwen gasped, blocking Doug Lang's hand stretching towards his lower body.

Doug Lang was already on fire, but when he heard He Qingwen say this, he had no choice but to restrain himself.

He picked up He Qingwen's entire lower body, let him hook his waist with his legs, then kicked open the door of the study and walked out.

☆, gift

?Open the photo album in the mobile phone and find a photo, which is a beautiful picture.

The fluttering red maple leaves are flying all over the sky, and a leisurely figure stays in it. He spreads his arms, like a free white bird, wanting to go with the wind.

Unfortunately, there is only one back view.

But in the end, what he could catch was only this back view.

Xiao Muyuan propped his forehead with his hands, and kept staring at this beautiful picture until the screen turned black, and the white figure disappeared from his sight.

Sighing, he gathered the phone in his hand.

Even if he catches it, it's just a phantom, because, that—it's just a dream of his.

Footsteps sounded from behind him, it was Jack.

"Far, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." He lowered his head, put the phone back in his pocket, and then turned around, "Jack, how did the investigation go?"

"Oh, here." Jack tilted his shoulders, and handed the information in his hand to Xiao Muyuan, "Yuan, is this the son of your old opponent?"

"Old opponent!" Xiao Muyuan was amused by Jack's words, he laughed softly, and opened the untouched documents in his hand.

The amount of information in the data is very small, and it is obvious that it has been deliberately blocked.

But it was enough. What he wanted to know was He Qingwen's life after going abroad.

What exactly happened that caused such a drastic change in He Qingwen's life.

The information simply records that He Qingwen lived a part-time life about three years ago. He worked as a foreman in a very famous restaurant in New York, but he resigned after less than half a year. I can't find out what happened next.

On the next page is a hospitalization record from Columbia Hospital in New York. The patient is Yu Juan.

Yu Juan?He Qingwen's mother?

Based on the fact that the hospital has confidentiality measures for the patient's pathological files, the information found is not detailed, but it only says Nephrology.

Department of nephrology, could it be that his mother had a serious kidney disease at that time?

Holding these thin sheets of paper in his hands, Xiao Muyuan fell into deep thought.

Is this what happened to He Qingwen during that period?

The young master who was still a glorious young man the night before, turned around and became a wanderer in a foreign country, and Yu Juan's illness was undoubtedly worse for He Qingwen, who was almost clean at that time.

So, he was cornered at the time, so he met Doug Lang and became his—

And the chief culprit of all this, and the person who drove him to that dead end—is him.

Xiao Muyuan covered his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Yuan, what's wrong with you?" Jack put a hand on his shoulder.

Xiao Muyuan turned his head and glanced at him, "It's nothing, for the time being-"

"Yuan, you have something on your mind when you come this time." Jack sat on the sofa next to him, looked at Xiao Muyuan's pale face, and worried about him.

Xiao Muyuan put his hand on his forehead. It seems that he can't control his emotions. Even the most careless Jack can see his abnormality. So, how will he cover it up next, so that he can do it? Step by step quietly.

"Yuan, is there anything I can help you with? Don't be shy, tell me, don't you believe me?"

"How come, Jack, you are my best friend. Don't think about it, I just-just want to think calmly."

"It's about this person?" Jack pointed to the information in Xiao Muyuan's hand.

Xiao Muyuan lowered his head again, looking at the few sheets of paper in his hands, the thin sheets of paper seemed to weigh a thousand catties, almost making him feel a little breathless.

"What? Is this person a threat to you? He has so much ability?" Jack glanced at the photo on the file, and frowned. "This person is uncomfortable to look at."

"Huh?" After listening to Jack's words, Xiao Muyuan lowered his head to look at the materials again in a daze. "Uncomfortable? Why do you feel this way?" He asked.

Jack shrugged, "It's hard to say, a man who looks like this—er, in your Chinese language, he's called a 'fox spirit'."

Xiao Muyuan was taken aback. He actually said that He Qingwen looked like a vixen?

Jack pointed to He Qingwen's eyes and continued, "Look, his eyes seem to suck away people's souls at any time, and anyone who looks at them will fall into them."

Xiao Muyuan followed Jack's fingers to look at He Qingwen's photo and his eyes again.

Will it suck people's souls away?

Unfortunately, his soul has been sucked away by it.

Probably, even the man named Dougron W* is the same!

That's why I want to occupy so strongly, and I don't want to let go at all.

In the final analysis, it was all his fault, and it was only right that He Qingwen hated him so much.

"Jack, I think the person who should go to church to confess is me."

"Why? Uh, do you need me to make an appointment with the best priest for you?"

Xiao Muyuan smiled bitterly, "No need, I'm afraid even your god can't wash away my sins."

god!hehe!

If God really exists, if he is really omnipotent and can make everything happen again, then why not let him repent his whole life.

"Jack, can you do me one more favor?"

Jack spread his hands, "Say it, it's a duty."

Xiao Muyuan stood in front of him and patted him on the shoulder, as if giving an early warning. Jack was made uncomfortable by his mystery.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Muyuan said something that was enough to make him cheat the corpse.

He said, "In two days, get your goddess done."

*****

Well, for Xiao Muyuan's words, Jack planned to fight.

After quickly finding Mansi's address, he drove over almost like the wind.

In order to attract the attention of his goddess, he specially stuffed a whole cart of roses.

The only unfortunate thing is that he braked suddenly several times along the way, and those thorny roses rolled down on him mercilessly, making him howl.

After finally gathering the courage to go all the way, he wanted to meet his goddess in the most unrestrained state, but when he finally arrived at the gate of Mansi’s mansion, Jack’s legs trembled like two reeds stuck in the volcanic eruption The pole is already struggling.

He took the roses out of the car and formed a big flower cluster, and then sat in the middle by himself, in the cold wind, like a statue on a square, always posing in the coolest pose he thought was the coolest, and still in his heart Give yourself a very famous name, called - Thinker.

In front of the huge courtyard gate, there are people coming and going, and there is a constant flow of people inside and outside the gate. They looked at Jack sitting in the flower group, as if they were watching a clown performing, and they walked away from him with their mouths covered and laughing. Pass.

For a whole afternoon, Jack sat in the snow, turning from a stone sculpture to an ice sculpture, until the sun went down and the moon rose. Unfortunately, Mansi was still not seen.

The first day passed like this, and Jack was not discouraged. Early the next morning, he loaded another carload of roses, and sat at the gate of the courtyard in the same way.

But this time he added a small program. He sat among the flowers, held a guitar in his hand, and sang while playing. The result was still the same. Numb, and finally just waiting for the gatekeeper to drive away.

"Singing all day, don't you feel bored? Crazy, get out of here!"

Jack fled in a hurry holding the guitar.

A whole day passed, he was cold and hungry, and almost wanted to give up, but when he thought of Xiao Muyuan's request, he persisted, besides, this was his willingness, for the goddess in his heart, this bit of suffering, It's nothing.

He sat in the cold wind, giggled silly, lowered his head, and gently plucked the six strings with his hands.

One day, there was another light snow, rustling and falling.

Those tiny icy spots fell on his face and hands, and instantly turned into water.

He raised his head, looked at the tiny little snowflakes, and suddenly felt emotional, plucked the strings, and then played and sang slowly and softly.

"Edelweiss, Edelweiss, Everymorningyougreetme. Smallandwhite, cleanandbright, youlookhappytomeetme—"

Edelweiss, edelweiss, you greet me every morning.Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy when you see me——

The singing came from the silent night, like an ethereal sound, and the voice was a little hoarse.

However, it is this soft and soft song, like a small heart-warming stove in winter, not wild or angry, but like a clear stream flowing under the feet, making people feel cleansed and cleansed.

His fingers were a little numb from the cold, and he plucked the strings intermittently, from time to time.

But he remained motionless, lowered his eyes, letting those small freezing spots cover his long eyelashes, like a white feather, decorating his innocent and simple face.

Playing and playing, suddenly heard a "boom--", the string stopped and the sound stopped.

Jack took a deep breath, stretched out that faintly aching finger, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the snow, like a red plum falling in the snow.

"Hey—bad luck!"

He mourned and sighed, just as he was about to put that finger into his mouth, he saw a smear of bright red suddenly appearing in the silvery white snow, as intense as fire——

Lifting his head suddenly, the scorching color is even more dazzling under the moonlight. In just a split second, it crashes into the human heart, into the human soul.

"Miss--Miss Muncie!"

Mansi leaned down slowly, lifted his chin with his hands, tilted his head and smiled, "What? Are you here to be my watchdog again?"

Faced with Mansi's ridicule, Jack not only didn't care, but secretly rejoiced in his heart.

His goddess, spoke to him—

Manci looked at his stupid look about to saliva, and couldn't help but also felt very funny. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, turned her face away and coughed lightly, then turned back and looked at the blood-red roses all over the ground. , frowning.

"Are you going to give me these frozen roses?"

Jack came out of the bushes suddenly, enduring the pain of pricking his hand when he picked the flowers, and said, "No, no, these flowers are for—for dressing me up."

"Huh?" Mansi pulled her lower lip.

Jack scratched his head embarrassingly, and said with a giggle, "Actually, the Christmas present I really want to give you is——me."

Finally, Mansi couldn't help it, laughed violently, covered her mouth, and laughed loudly.

"The boy from the Wilson family is really interesting, ha ha!"

After laughing wildly for a while, Mansi finally stopped laughing, took Jack's injured finger, put it to his mouth, and licked it with his tongue.

Jack felt a rush of electric current all over his body at that time, and the voltage of thousands of volts hit him at the same time, which immediately hit his seven orifices with smoke.

"Miss Man-Mancy." His little heart could hardly bear it anymore, rolled his eyes a few times, and almost fainted.

Mansi teased and took his hand.

"Let's go!"

"Go—where?" Jack's feet were weak, like a dead dog being dragged.

Mansi raised her eyebrows, glanced at her yard with her eyes, and replied, "Room, I want to receive——my gift."

"Wait, wait a minute, isn't this--this--too soon, Miss Muncy? M-si-little-sister-"

☆, side by side

"Jack? Jack?" Xiao Muyuan stepped forward, pushed Jack, and then called his wandering spirit back from all directions.

"Far?" Jack stared at him blankly.

Xiao Muyuan held back his smile, sat beside him, cleared his throat, and asked, "Yesterday—how was the evening? Did you—hmm?"

He spread it out with his hands as a gesture.

"Oh! Far! Oh, oh!" Jack exclaimed a few times, and quickly covered his face with his hands, "Oh, please don't talk about such things in the early morning, oh, and it's such a holy festival, Oh my god!"

Xiao Muyuan patted his shoulder with his hand, "Jack, don't change the topic."

Jack looked up at the sky, rolled his eyes a few times, and glanced at him furtively, before saying, "Oh, far, are you going to laugh at me?"

"No." Xiao Muyuan smiled lowly.

"Well, when she dragged me into the room, I was really terrified, but—" He raised his brows twice, and continued with a little nasty, "But, I was also very excited, thinking—hehe Hee, far, you know! Pity, eh—we didn't really do anything, she just took me inside, set me down by the fire, and poured me a cup of hot coffee, and, Then we talked about some things, and finally, I came out of her house."

Xiao Muyuan nodded, and patted him on the shoulder again, "Jack, this is normal."

"What? Far away, could it be that I'm so—useless?" Jack stood up abruptly, and looked at his whole body, as well as—a certain part of his body.

"Pfft!" Xiao Muyuan almost spit out the coffee in his mouth, and waved his hand at him, "Jack, what I mean is, a woman like her wouldn't casually contaminate a man like you— of."

"why?"

Xiao Muyuan touched the bridge of his nose with his hand, and replied, "She will feel that it is a kind of sin."

Jack was confused and ruffled his hair violently with his hands.

"So, do I have no chance?"

"That's not true." Xiao Muyuan glanced at him meaningfully, "Because a man like you is a rare beast to her, and she probably won't treat you in the short term." Lost interest. Come on, Jack, don't worry, your goddess won't run away."

Hearing this, Jack was a little relieved and sat back on the sofa.

"By the way, Yuan, she asked about you yesterday."

Xiao Muyuan drank his coffee and glanced at Jack.

"Oh? What did you ask?"

"It's nothing, I asked about my relationship with you."

Oh, it's also expected, because last time in the church, what she conveyed from her eyes clearly was provocation, not curiosity.

Using such eyes on a person for the first time can only show that her attention to this person is by no means overnight, but a long-term spying.

So, where did she notice him?

And the person who is most likely to have this kind of connection with her can only be that person - He Qingwen.

As the adopted son of Doug Lang Waugh, he must be related to his family members, especially Doug Lang's sister.

How does she look at this man who has been by her biological brother's side for a long time?

And what kind of mentality did He Qingwen use to stay in such a family?

Xiao Muyuan couldn't help worrying about He Qingwen's situation again, and heaved a long sigh.

"What's wrong? Far?"

Xiao Muyuan shook his head, "It's nothing." He lowered his head and continued drinking his coffee.

At this time, the housekeeper knocked on the door twice, and walked into the living room from the corridor.

"Master, there is your letter." The butler handed an envelope to Jack.

"My letter?" Jack took the envelope in wonder, and opened it casually.

The expression on his face changed rapidly. The more he looked at the letter in his hand, the more excited he became.

Then, he got up all of a sudden, squatted and knelt on the ground, crossed his hands, raised his head, and said reverently, "Thank you, my Lord, thank you for your kindness, thank you for this gospel that you have brought me, I will I will serve you forever and ever, until my soul returns to heaven, Amen!"

He quickly made the sign of the cross on his chest, then jumped up, and ran to Xiao Muyuan, "Far! It's Mancie, Miss Mancie invited me to their family's party, tonight, oh, tonight, hurry up , Tony, my dress, my God! Yay!"

Xiao Muyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Unexpectedly, it went so smoothly.

However, this Manxi, did he guess something?

Tonight, he is also looking forward to——

*******

The dazzling buildings are like a temple of light built in the mortal world, with dazzling brilliance sprinkled from top to bottom.

He Qingwen raised his eyes and saw that the long corridor was like a tunnel of time. Every step recorded the constant and embarrassing relationship between him and Douglang and this family.

For the third time, it was already the third time he stepped on the ground of this corridor.

Each time represents a year. Unexpectedly, time flies by so fast.

Three years have passed between him and Doug Lang.

"Diven!"

Doug Lang's voice came from behind him, and He Qingwen turned his head.

Dressed in a bloody wine red dress with a wide black belt, Dougron looked like a fighter returning triumphantly from the battlefield, forming a stark contrast with his bright white body.

He walked up to He Qingwen, held up his hand, "Come on, honey, let's walk in together."

"No." He Qingwen put his hand down, "I'll still walk behind you."

Doug Lang frowned, "Diven, don't be afraid! I'm here."

He Qingwen raised his eyes, "I'm not afraid, I just feel -- very embarrassed."

Two men, holding hands, in front of the public and in full view, he still couldn't pass the test in his heart.

Dougron took a breath and glanced at the main hall door again.

"Diven, I understand your feelings, but how can I let you walk behind me, where I can't see."

He Qingwen let out a breath, "Douglang, I won't run away, your worry is simply—"

"No, Diven, I mean, I hope, you can stand in the same position as me, shoulder to shoulder with me, so that I can always feel your presence, and let each of them see me At the same time, I can also see you."

He Qingwen looked at him with mixed feelings in his heart. How could he not understand Doug Lang's good intentions.

"Diven, raise your head, look at everything, don't put any of them in your eyes, remember, only when they take the initiative to come to you and salute you respectfully, it is worth you to bow your head and see Take a look at them."

"Dougron—"

"Come on! Diven, I don't need to hold your hand, but please, walk side by side with me."

Doug Lang