"Mr. Hamlet, the photo just taken."

As soon as Lionel Hamlet got off the treadmill at home, he was stopped by his assistant.

Lionel stopped: "Whose picture?"

"Mr. Well... Mr. Well," the assistant spoke hesitantly, like an old tortoise with his head doing a telescopic movement, wagging very hard, "Mr. Well went to watch a move with a little star, and he was photographed."

Lionel raised his eyebrows, did not speak, took a look at the tablet in the assistant's hand.

The person in the photo is Owen Well, that's right.

It was the man who slept with him for seven years, yes.

Lionel's eyes were cold, and for a long time, he snorted without emotion: "Okay, I see."

The assistant nodded and turned to leave.

"wait."

Lionel stopped him suddenly.

The assistant turned his head hurriedly: "Mr. Hamlet, is there anything else?"

"Owen and this little star, which movie did they go to see together?"

The assistant held his head and twisted his eyebrows for a while, then hesitated and said: "Is it ‘Les Misérables Prequel’ or ‘The Death of the Predecessor’, I don't remember clearly..."

Lionel returned the tablet to him: "Forget it, go and do your work."

The assistant answered and went out quickly.

Lionel picked up the sports drink from the side, took a few sips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He put the towel on his shoulders, walked to the gym mirror, and stared at himself in the mirror.

His hot upper body was covered with thin sweat, his chest and abdomen muscles were wrapped in a drenched sports vest. After working hard in the business for so long, his mentality had been matured and his figure was still very good.

Lionel looked at his figure in the mirror, and then hummed inexplicably.

He originally thought that man and wife had only seven years of itching.

Unexpectedly, man and man could not escape this curse.

He is a dignified chief executive who likes Owen so much that his soul is gone. A man who has never been willing to subdue to others, willingly untied his belt for Owen, spread his legs, and was pressed under by him. For seven years.

Seven years later, he stood alone in the empty gym.

And Owen, perhaps in his office, is planning what movie to watch and what food to have with that little star next time.

Lionel clenched his fists.

For a long time, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, clicked on the chat box with Owen, typed a few words quickly, and sent it: 7:30 in the evening, go home, will talk to you about something.

...

The pointer moved slowly, and the time gradually went towards 7:30.

Lionel had already taken a bath, changed his sweaty sportswear, and put on the white shirt, trousers and leather shoes that he was most used to wearing. He was calm and abstinent, and said nothing.

"Crack—"

The door was opened.

The young and handsome man who walked in braving the cold also wore formal attire, with a slender and perfect body.

Lionel looked up at him: "You are four minutes and thirty-seven seconds late."

Owen was taken aback, and a trace of impenitentness quickly passed across his face: "You said you have something to say, say, I will have arrangements later."

arrangement?

It is estimated that he has an appointment with that little star for dinner.

Lionel didn't pierce him, and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression was not turbulent: "Really? That's right, I will have a meeting later, and I will go to the company when I finish talking."

Owen sat down opposite Lionel, staring closely at Lionel's face with wolf-like eyes.

"Owen," Lionel's lips curled up slightly, "Let's break up."

Owen frowned, "What did you say?"

"I said...break up," Lionel repeated, "Let's break."

Owen seemed a little unbelievable: "You mean, you broke up with me? Why?"

Lionel took the phone from the side, slashed to a picture, and slid the phone in front of Owen.

Owen's expression is a bit complicated. While pulling at his tie with his distinct fingers, he said dissatisfied and indifferently: "I have nothing to do with this little star. The company is spending money on him. I just watched a movie and had several meals with him, nothing else."

"Not now, what will happen in the future?" Lionel pierced through his tie with his skinny fingers and showed no mercy, "Owen, none of us are fools. You already have a good showdown with others. I'm not going to showdown with you now. Isn't it necessary to wait until I found it more embarrassing? Are you going to be satisfied then?"

Owen's eyes tightened.

He looked at the corner of Lionel's lips with a smile, and tightened his thin lips.

Lionel in front of him was the one who had endured under him for seven years. He admitted that he had loved him, but... it has been seven years.

No matter how strong the relationship is, it fades.

He admitted that he was bored.

He faced Lionel; and he had already lacked the original passion.

But facing the little star outside, he looked at that fresh face, but he had an impulse to fall in love.

Lionel, who sat opposite, saw Owen's expression clearly.

He took back his phone and stood up: "Owen, you don't need to say anything, let's be separated, we are both men, be quick now. I am relief, and you are free."

Owen raised his head and looked at Lionel, frowning, the coldness on his face melted a little: "If you want to divide, then divide. I'm sorry this time."

Lionel sneered and picked up his suit jacket from the side and put it on: "Which time are you worthy of me? From now on, you, the big money master, loves to be ambiguous with which little star, just do it, it has nothing to do with me."

With that, he was about to leave.

Halfway through, his steps suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Owen with a deep smile: "Oh, there's more."

"what?"

"I have to say, Owen, you still have a good eye. The little star you are holding has a handsome face and a good temperament." Lionel's always steady face suddenly showed a trace of provocation, "Don't talk about you, even me. I want to hug this little star and have a fuck."

Owen's face turned black for a moment.

When Lionel saw his dark face, his smile suddenly became bigger, and he walked out of the house with ease.

Did not look back.

He walked all the way to the outside of the villa, and the chilly night breeze blew on his face, painful like acupuncture.

The seven-year relationship is finally over.

It's easier than imagined.

Lionel took a deep breath, forced himself to stop thinking about it, and walked to his car.

Near his car, Owen's luxury car was parked. The black body melted into the night, just like Owen, fierce and arrogant.

Lionel stared straight at Owen's car.

He is almost certain that the passenger seat of that luxury car has been taken by the little star.

The two people might still be listening to his favorite playlist on it, laughing at each other.

When he thought of this, waves of anger suddenly surged in his heart.

He picked a stone from the ground and pinched it in his palm. Then, his arm slammed into force: "Fuck-Owen!"

The stone hit Owen's car window with a sharp aura!

"boom--"

The front window instantly tore open the dense lines.

Lionel looked at the spider-web-like fragments and felt comfortable all over.

For so many years, he is capable and shrewd, able to do well in business, behaved gentle and cultivated, dormant and endure.

This is the first time he has so indulged, so naively to release his inner restlessness.

But he did not regret it at all.

It is the duty of every citizen to smash the window of the scumbag.

There is no guilty in his heart. At this moment, looking at Owen's broken car window, there is only one word in his heart.

Cool!

"Hello, Mr. Hamlet!"

"Good evening, Mr. Hamlet——"

Several female employees passing by the lobby saw this handsome and mature man, although they knew his sexual orientation, they still blushed and said hello.

Lionel responded simply and took the elevator upstairs.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the assistant who had been waiting came up: "Mr. Hamlet, you are here."

"Well," Lionel handed him the things. "Are all the people here for the meeting?"

"They are all here," the assistant nodded, and handed over an information sheet. "These are some project information that will be discussed later. Please go through it first."

Lionel took the information and glanced at it.

When he saw a certain name, his brows suddenly frowned.

When the assistant saw his solemn expression, his heart thumped: "Mr. Hamlet, is there a problem?"

"Pen."

Lionel said coldly.

The assistant hurriedly handed him a signature pen.

Lionel took the pen, quickly circled the same name in several projects.

It's the name of that rookie star.

"Kick this person out of all my investment projects," Lionel stuffed the information back into the assistant's hands. "Whether he is the protagonist or the supporting role, he will be kicked out for me."

The assistant was surprised: "You are..."

"Owen loves to support him, so he will spend his own money. This rookie star still thinks of using my resources to benefit him. Dream it." Lionel sneered.

The assistant swallowed saliva and agreed.

This rookie star has been specially taken care of by Mr. Well, who needs more resources to support him. Now Mr. Well and Mr. Hamlet are in trouble. His assistant is caught in the middle, just like the famous one in mathematics..., Difficult to do.

Lionel looked at the assistant's embarrassed expression, and chuckled lightly: "Do you think it's irrational for me to mix official and private affairs in this way?"

The little assistant was taken aback, and shook his head like a rattle.

Lionel patted him on the shoulder, and his voice was low and magnetic: “Don’t lie, because I know what I’m doing. I act steadily and distinguish between public and private. But for these people, I want to be mean and selfish. I didn’t find someone to refrigerate him. Are all the good luck that this rookie star begged in front of Buddha and has been seeking for thousands of years."

The assistant blinked: "Mr. Hamlet, I understand what you mean."

"If you understand, do it," Lionel turned around, "I'll wait for your report."

After that, he straightened the sleeves of his shirt, straightened his back and walked towards the conference room.

The meeting lasted for about an hour, and by the end of the meeting, it was already early nine o'clock.

Lionel looked at the expensive watch on his wrist, and handed the documents in his hand to the assistant: "You can take care of the remaining work. I have something to do. Let's go."

He hurried downstairs, found his car, got in, and drove out of the company quickly.

He drove to a children's dance hall.

There was still soft music in the dance hall, and Lionel stood at the door and smoked a cigarette quietly.

Don't know how long it took, there was a commotion at the door, class was over.

Lionel quickly raised his head, his eyes kept searching for a certain figure.

"Big Daddy—"

A little girl wearing a children's dance costume with watery eyes, saw Lionel, and rushed over with a smile on her face.

Lionel looked at the little girl, and his heart instantly calmed down.

He picked up his daughter and scratched her nose: "Is Louise obedient today?"

"Very obedient," Louise Well smiled and narrowed her eyes. "The dance teacher praised me for making great progress!"

Lionel smiled very softly when he saw his daughter.

Louise is his daughter.

She is his... unrelated daughter.

When he and Owen were together for the second year, Owen's brother and sister-in-law died in a car accident, and their daughter Louise, who was just born not long ago, passed through to Owen's hands.

Owen is a rough mind, and has no ability and patience to raise children at all. It can be said that Louise was brought up by Lionel.

It is not too much to say that they are fathers and daughters aside from their blood ties.

Lionel got into the car with Louise in his arms, Louise twisted her body, put the pink schoolbag in front of her, and blinked her big bright eyes: "Big daddy, where's the small daddy?"

Out of discrimination, Louise is generally called Lionel big daddy and called Owen small daddy.

When Lionel heard Louise asking about Owen, hesitation flashed across his face.

Afterwards, he put away his expression and rubbed Louise's little head with a smile: "Small Daddy has a job today and has to work overtime. I'm afraid Louise won't see him tonight."

Louise pursed her little mouth: "Small Daddy is always so busy..."

Lionel looked at Louise's grievances look, felt sad in his heart.

Louise, your Small Daddy is more than busy.

Your Small Daddy is busy with work, but also busy spoiling people outside and getting ambiguous with them, how can he not be busy?

But it doesn't matter.

Lionel's Adam's apple rolled, suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, and doing his best, smiled gently at his daughter: "Louise, don't worry, big dad will always be with you, eh?"

Louise just laughed.

Afterwards, the little girl rummaged in her schoolbag for a while, found a painting, and handed it to Lionel: "Look, big daddy!"

"What is this?" Lionel took it suspiciously.

"This is my art homework today. I am the number one. The art teacher praised me for painting well and gave me ninety-nine points!"

Lionel looked down and saw that this was a painting painted with crayons.

The blue crayon paints the color of the sky, and houses, big trees, and flowers are painted in the background.

A girl with a ponytail stood in the middle, two tall men holding her hands, standing on both sides, they looked like a family.

Very warm painting.

"For big daddy," Louise's eyes seemed to have stars, "the Big Daddy and the Small Daddy will always be with Louise forever."

Lionel stared at this painting for a long, long time.

Afterwards, he put away the painting, folded it solemnly, put it in his briefcase, lowered his head and kissed Louise's head: "Yeah."

Owen didn't meet the rookie star today.

Lionel broke up with him, and the man actually broke up with him, which made his heart chaotic in an instant.

Yes, he admitted that he was tired of Lionel.

But he never thought about separating from him!

He just felt tired of life, and happened to run into such a new and interesting rookie star, which made his long silent heart a little wave, and made him have the urge to fall in love.

But nothing happened between him and the rookie star, and he had never even kissed. Lionel had already noticed everything and broke up decisively.

Owen's heart was in a mess, and he always felt that something was stuck in his chest, making him irritable.

He opened the door with a cold face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Small Daddy, you are back!" Louise sitting on the sofa, holding the story book, yelled happily.

Owen looked at Louise's tender face and cute smile, the frost on his face melted a little.

He nodded: "Louise is not asleep yet?"

"I'll go to bed after reading this story," Louise raised the book in her hand, "I'll finish reading it, just one page left."

Owen took off his black trench coat and hung it aside, sitting next to Louise: "What story does Louise read?"

"Fairy tales," Louise was fascinated. "The prince and princess have gone through all kinds of hardships, and finally are together, happy forever. Small Daddy, they will be happy forever, and the prince will always love the other half loyally, right?"

Owen was taken aback.

These words pierced his heart.

But facing Louise, he didn't say anything, just touched her head and sighed: "Yes, the prince only loves one person in his life."

Louise was relieved now.

"Where is the big daddy?" Owen coughed and asked his daughter.

"In the bathroom," Louise pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "big dad is taking a shower."

Owen nodded, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

He opened the bathroom door, the door was unlocked, and a moist, hot mist came over his face.

Lionel lay in the bathtub and closed his eyes.

The hot water submerged the man's sexy body, and the horizontal water line stroked his Adam's apple back and forth. His face is well-defined, with curly eyelashes and a tall nose. The damp hair was scattered on the forehead, and there was a sense of decadence and indulgence inexplicably.

Owen's body suddenly became hot.

When Lionel heard the sound, he opened his tired eyes slightly.

When he saw Owen, his eyes flicked with sarcasm: "Did not go on a date?"

Owen didn't speak.

"We have all broken up, and you are free," Lionel curled his lips, like a horse of noble blood, arrogant and unruly. “With your ability, just a gesture, the rookie star will take off all his clothes and wait for you naked. You will be served comfortably. You will let him down if you don’t go?"

Owen's face was cold and locked the bathroom door with a slam.

He took off his shirt, bare his sturdy upper body, exposed his hormonal chest and abdominal muscles, walked to the bathtub with long legs, stretched out his strong arms, trying to embrace Lionel's arm.

Lionel slapped him over, his voice indifferent: "Say what you want to say."

Owen saw his hand being refused, and a trace of unhappiness suddenly passed through his heart.

He didn't like Lionel's attitude like towards strangers.

He calmly said, "I'll talk to you about something."

"It's about Louise, right?" Lionel hummed softly without even thinking about it.

Owen nodded: "You want to break up, that's good. But Louise..."

"Louise is my daughter," Lionel squinted and looked away, "Louise is the posterity of your Well family, yes, but she was brought up by me, she is my daughter."

"So, what do you want?"

Lionel was silent for a while, then suddenly pointed to the back: "You bring me the cigarette first."

Owen's eyes sharpened when he heard that he was about to smoke, and he subconsciously said, "No smoking."

"No? Who are you?" Lionel looked at him with a sneer, "If you were the president of the Chinese Quit Smoking Association, I might still listen to you. Now, why are you not allowed?"

Owen watched Lionel draw a line with him, and clenched his fists fiercely.

Lionel didn’t have time to worry about his anger, his eyes floated towards white and clean porcelain wall, and he said softly, “I’ve thought about it, Louise is still young, and now is the time when she needs a home the most. This little girl has no mother. Now, there are only two dads left with her, so I can’t leave her."

Owen took a deep breath: "Then what?"

"I bought this villa together with you," Lionel's eyes were deep, "In the future, I will sleep in separate rooms with you, but in front of Louise, she still has a home and two dads, understand?"

Owen didn't want Louise to be hurt, Lionel suggested so, naturally the best.

"Also," Lionel continued to speak, but his tone was much stronger, "In the future, we will play our own games. You can get ambiguous with people outside, don't dirty my eyes, I don't care. But you have to hide people. Don't fucking dangle in front of Louise."

Having said that, Lionel became solemn and stared at Owen coldly: "Owen, my financial resources and connections may not necessarily lose to you. I say ugly, if you, or someone outside of you, dare to let Louise get a little hurt or make this little girl unhappy or sad, I will do everything to kill you guys!"

Owen looked at Lionel's sharp eyes and his sudden indifference and bad attitude, suddenly an impulse was born in his heart.

Driven by the impulse, he instantly pinched Lionel's chin with his hand. Without thinking of anything, he lowered his head and kissed him fiercely, like a punishment.

Lionel shook, then raised a fist and hit Owen's muscle: "Don't fucking come here, I'm sick."

As he said, he got up from the bathtub, walked to the side, dried his body with a dry towel, wrapped a loose bathrobe, and turned to look at Owen with a gloomy and unwilling face.

"Owen," Lionel smiled, "In heat?"

Owen looked like a cheetah, staring at Lionel fiercely.

"When you are in estrus, find a solution by yourself." Lionel loosened the bathrobe. He is a very mature man, but he has the temptation and color-gas that makes people unable to move his eyes. “For this body, you cannot make up your mind, you can't fuck it anyway."