[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

Mingcheng was extremely tired, and Minglou's gentle movements and the warm water running over his body made him soon be in a half-dream and half-awake state.Minglou hugged him to the bed, and when he was tucking the quilt up, he heard a few ravings from him, as if he was still saying not to drive him away.

Why did he want to drive him away.

If he could not think about anything, Minglou wished to hold his hand forever, even if he died, he would hold him by his side.

But he is Ming Lou, the Ming Lou who everyone who is at a loss can ask "what should I do" with peace of mind when he comes to him. He always has to think carefully and assess the situation.

No matter which one he and Wang Tianfeng's plan is, Mingtai will inevitably suffer, but his plan can at least make Mingtai survive.With the advancement of the plan, Mingtai's identity will soon be hidden from Mingjing, and she was arrested, what should she do?Ming Lou was very afraid that Ming Jing would not be able to bear it. At this time, only Ah Cheng could trust him, and only he was his solid backing and a haven of peace of mind.

Ming Lou lit a cigarette, but stopped after taking two puffs. He was not a smoker, but he was really irritable at the moment.A long trail of soot accumulated, and with a light shake of his hand, it fell down.In the dimly lit room, only the light of a cigarette sparkled Minglou's eyes. He just sat leaning against the head of the bed. When it was getting brighter, he blinked his dry eyes and said in a silent voice, "Start up.

At the breakfast table, Mingjing looked at Minglou's appearance and was really worried, so he quietly grabbed Mingcheng and asked when they were about to go out. Mingcheng didn't say anything, but just took her arm to make her feel relieved, and assured her I will take good care of my elder brother.

Although Mingcheng didn't sleep for a few hours, compared to Minglou, his complexion is still much better.Minglou's body was extremely exhausted, but his spirit couldn't stop to rest, so he had to close his eyes and take a rest on the way to the city government building.

Mingcheng looked at Minglou through the rear mirror, and frowned tightly in distress. He tried his best to drive the car as smoothly as possible, and didn't speak along the way, thinking that Minglou could rest for an extra minute. Even when he arrived at the office, he stopped all the document notifications in the morning.

Minglou still couldn't sleep, but it made him a lot easier not to deal with work. Various pictures kept flashing in his mind, Mingtai's, Mingcheng's, and his own possible ending, which made him A splitting headache.

When Mingcheng opened the door and came in, what he saw was him rubbing his temple in pain.

Because he was always thinking about what was going to happen, Mingcheng didn't have the heart to work outside the house anymore. After arranging the work of his subordinates, he simply found a reason to explain that there was no important thing to disturb Chief Ming, so he went in to accompany Minglou. waited.

Mingcheng went straight to the low cabinet, took out a bottle of essential oil from the drawer, which he snatched from Liang Zhongchun later, then walked around behind Minglou, and took over the work in his hands.

Minglou knew that Mingcheng was actually very tired, so he suggested, "Go over to the sofa."

"En." Mingcheng nodded, and sat down on the couch.

Minglou lay down on the sofa, resting his head on Mingcheng's thigh, closing his eyes, feeling Mingcheng's slightly cool fingertips pressing the acupoints on his head just right, not only the mind was relieved, but also the continuous tension. Stretched mental state for several days.

After pressing it for a while, Minglou felt that his whole body was much more relaxed, and his thinking seemed to be clearer and more organized than before. talk?"

"The poisonous bee sent a word in the morning that if the poisonous scorpion is arrested, he will come according to your plan, but if something goes wrong tomorrow, the command will belong to him." Mingcheng replied.

Minglou lazily let out an "um" through his nasal cavity, and then stopped talking, wondering what he was thinking.Just when Mingcheng thought he was about to fall asleep, he said slowly, "I talked to Venomous Bee about his action plan, but he refused to disclose any details. Although I know his method must be more effective, it is not It will definitely be more deadly." Minglou couldn't help sighing, "It depends on whether Wang Manchun can get all the stolen goods today."

Mingcheng frowned, not sure whether he wanted Wang Manchun to "get all the stolen goods", he opened his mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.

Minglou closed his eyes and took a nap, just as he was getting sleepy because of Mingcheng's massage, the phone rang.

The piercing electric bell almost woke Minglou up, and even Mingcheng was stunned for a moment.

Ming Lou suddenly sat up from the sofa, because the movement was too fast, causing him to feel dizzy for a moment.

When the phone rang for the second time, Minglou's brain was finally able to make a judgment on it. He quickly took a few strides to sit down at the desk, paused to answer the phone, and Wang Tianfeng calmly There was a voice like stagnant water——"The blue comes out of the blue, I am a substitute."

Minglou suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, and as the blood scattered, he was stunned for half a minute before he was awakened by Mingcheng's voice - "Mingtai is all right?"

Mingcheng followed Minglou to the table, put his hands on the table, leaned forward and looked at Minglou, looking anxious as if he wanted to get into the receiver directly to hear what Wang Tianfeng was saying.

The busy tone after hanging up had already sounded on the other end of the phone, but Minglou's hand holding the receiver seemed to be frozen and unable to move. He took a deep breath, only then could he feel a trace of anger slowly flowing back to the phone. On himself, "The blue is better than the blue. Our plan has failed, and now the command power belongs to the poisonous bee."

It was as if he was being choked by someone when he breathed a sigh of relief, and Mingcheng's heart, which had been relieved just because of Minglou's safety, became heavy again because of Mingtai's fate.Even a trace of rejoicing is a sin. If Minglou felt relieved because he didn't have to sacrifice, Mingcheng felt that he couldn't face Mingtai and his own conscience.