【Lou Cheng】Clear tea and wine

Makes sense.

Minglou put down his wine glass silently, and when he looked at Mingcheng again, anger was already burning in his eyes.

He roughly clasped the back of Mingcheng's neck, and bit his lips fiercely, not so much kissing, as wanton venting.His voice was hoarse, and he lowered his voice and shouted at Mingcheng:

"Do you do what I tell you to do. If I tell you to die, you will die too?!"

Mingcheng was oppressed by the alpha pheromone surging out of him, and could barely breathe, but he looked straight into Minglou's eyes without fear, and then calmly said to him:

"You're tired, brother."

Minglou's chest heaved violently a few times, and after a while he let go of Mingcheng, turned around, walked to the chair next to him and sat down, silently pinching the bridge of his nose with his hands.

The oppressive feeling finally dissipated, Mingcheng leaned against the wall to calm his breathing, his head slightly dizzy.

He knew that Minglou was afraid.

This action put too much pressure on him, making him unable to relax for a moment like a string about to break.Mingcheng still remembered that one day when he woke up in the middle of the night, Minglou was not by his side, but stood alone in front of the window, holding the wine in his hand but not drinking, just frowning and thinking.

Mingcheng didn't go to comfort Minglou. At that time, his concern for Minglou was like a knife, which made Minglou's painful heart dripping with blood because he couldn't save him.

Minglou was afraid of losing Mingtai, and even more afraid of losing him.

Mingcheng walked behind Minglou and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, gently resting his chin on the top of his hair.

Now all the dust has settled.

Minglou still loves him and feels that he owes him. The scene he played just now in front of Wang Manchun made his already infinitely self-blaming heart worse. That's why he was angry because he didn't cover up his vitals and believed in him. Angry for drinking with him knowingly.

"Brother, it's all over."

The peaceful pheromones emitted from Omega surrounded Minglou, calming his aching nerves and calming the restlessness in his heart that could not be vented.

Minglou nestled into Mingcheng's arms with his eyes closed, the exhaustion that had been hidden all this time was finally revealed without a doubt.He sighed, and said as if talking to himself naturally: "Ah Cheng, what should I do with you."

Mingcheng looked at this man who would only let go of his disguise in front of him, who would be happy and sad, and lose his temper like a normal person, and answered silently in his heart.

Just take me as your reliance.

The footsteps and conversations of the reporters came one after another outside the door, Minglou stood up and knew it was time to go out.

The relaxation just now made Minglou's spirit much better, and Mingcheng's concern and understanding obviously benefited him a lot.He straightened his hair with his hands and turned to ask Mingcheng:

"How's the hairstyle?"

Mingcheng looked him up and down, and then said seriously, "He really looks like a traitor."

Minglou got angry: "You are now like Mingtai, speaking more and more unruly."

Mingcheng raised his eyebrows and retorted: "We're just speaking frankly."

Minglou tapped Mingcheng's nose with his hand: "Looks like I'm going to learn from elder sister and clean up my family tradition."

Mingcheng couldn't help lowering his head and showing a big smile.

Ming Lou ignored him and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Mingcheng had no choice but to hold back his smile, put on a serious elite face like Minglou, and raised his head to face the crowded doorway.

The flashing lights were a bit dazzling, Minglou stretched out his hand to greet the reporters.

Mingcheng's depression that was quietly simmering in his heart also disappeared without a trace.

The position behind Minglou will always be his,

No one can take it away.

The news of Nan Tian's assassination spread quickly, causing an uproar.

Minglou announced the news with great pain and took the opportunity to express his determination to pledge his allegiance to the new government to the death, causing the reporters to take pictures and applaud for a while.

Having dealt with Wang Manchun, who was full of worries, and successfully cleared himself of suspicion in the eyes of Yoshimasa Fujita, Minglou finally completed most of the aftermath work.

The rest is the powder keg at home.

Mingtai has suffered a lot this time because of Minglou's order, and if he can calm down, he is no longer Mingtai.

Mingcheng began to secretly look at Minglou's expression through the rearview mirror on the way back.

Minglou looked as stable as a mountain.

The car drove into Ming Mansion,

The room in Mingtai on the second floor was lit, which was the first thing the two noticed after getting out of the car.

"He's back." Mingcheng reminded Minglou.

Ming Lou nodded: "The meal should be ready."

It was only then that Mingcheng remembered that the elder sister had gone out with Ah Xiang, and it was common sense that the person who arrived home first would cook.

But this shouldn't be a question that should be considered now, right?

Minglou lifted his legs and left.

"He doesn't know how much fire he's holding in his heart right now," Mingcheng hurried to catch up: "It's quiet, it's not bad if the house hasn't been demolished, and you still want to eat."

"You have to face what you have to face," Minglou said frankly, without caring, "what are you afraid of?"

Mingcheng was speechless.

No one can stop the little ancestor in the family from going crazy, and it might happen in a while, and then we will see if Minglou is still in the calm look he is now.

Ming mansion was quiet, only the footsteps of two people.

Minglou took off his coat as usual and handed it to Mingcheng.

"I don't smell any food aroma," Mingcheng leaned in front of Minglou and whispered, "I only smell gunpowder smoke."

Ming Lou remained calm:

"I don't believe he dared to do anything."

In the phrase.

Mingtai really didn't dare to do anything,

He just fired a shot at Minglou's ear.

After Mingtai pushed Mingcheng down the stairs, Minglou completely exploded. The grievances between the two brothers who had been suppressed by Mingjing for many years broke out completely.

Mingcheng quietly watched from the sidelines, he was wounded, but he couldn't fight.

Mingcheng watched Minglou flexibly dodge left and right, this kind of demeanor has not been seen for a while.

Just let Minglou exercise, which is good for physical and mental health.

Mingcheng picked up the thrown apple and took a bite.

Well, candy, it's really sweet.

Minglou and Mingtai were entangled together for a long time, cutting each other's necks with their legs, so that their faces turned red.In the end, it was Mingtai who couldn't bear Minglou's weight advantage and was the first to lose. The two of them lay on the ground panting with exhaustion.

Now that the fight is over, let's start arguing.

The young master was full of grievances, and the tears of accusation were about to fall.However, Minglou didn't like his tricks, and scolded him like a dog.

Mingcheng saw that Mingtai was pitiful, so he threw an apple over to smooth things over.

"Stop arguing, take a look at what this house is like?" Mingcheng pointed to the mess on the ground, and the two scolded together: "Things are not bought with money, they are smashed like this. Big sister, come back and explain ? A thief broke into the house?"

As the saying goes, one thing falls one thing, Chief Ming suddenly lost his arrogance, but he still gave the downcast Ming Tai a provocative look.

If you don't care about this, you will have to fight again in a while.

Mingcheng had no choice but to cover his shoulders and express his pain unabashedly.

"...Let's deal with the wound first."

Minglou immediately cast a concerned look, lost interest in teaching Mingtai a lesson, and took Mingcheng back to the room.

Mingcheng gritted his teeth and took off his coat, only to find that the shirt at the wound was already soaked in blood, probably because Mingtai pushed the wound open again.

Minglou was so distressed that he didn't let Mingcheng move, and helped him unbutton himself.

Mingtai suddenly knocked on the door at this time.

Minglou didn't even ask Mingcheng for his opinion, and let him in directly.The subordinates didn't stop at all, after unbuttoning the button to reveal the wound, deliberately let Mingtai see his 'masterpiece'.

As soon as Mingtai entered the room, he heard Mingcheng's unbearable cry of pain.

The blood-stained shirt was lifted off Mingcheng's shoulder by Minglou, and one sleeve was carefully taken off.

The bright red seems to be accusing Ming Tai of the crime just now.

Mingtai suddenly felt embarrassed, and refused to apologize out of face, so he just lowered his head and didn't speak.

"Can you suture wounds?" Minglou asked Mingtai while helping Mingcheng remove the bandage.

"No." Mingtai raised his eyes and answered in a low voice, like a child who has done something wrong.

Minglou snorted coldly, and took the opportunity to reprimand Mingtai a few more words.

Mingtai didn't refute, but just asked to talk to Minglou in the name of poisonous scorpion.

Minglou refused without mercy, and then threw Mingtai out to cook.

Mingcheng felt a little distressed when he saw the child's hurt face and lonely eyes, and advised Minglou, "Don't blame him in this situation. If you push him to that point, he must feel cheated again. And so am I."

Minglou naturally followed him: "I know."

"Swearing a few words is enough, don't be serious." Mingcheng cooperated with Minglou to remove the bandage round by round.

"He fought with me," Minglou glanced at him, "Didn't you see it?"

"You've already done this, and you still blame others for doing it." Mingcheng deliberately ignored Minglou's begging eyes for comfort, and said against him.

Minglou patted his head angrily: "It's against you."

"Hey, yo," Mingcheng immediately acted like a baby, frowning and grinning: "It hurts, hurts..." He squinted at Minglou's reaction: "I'm a wounded number now."

At this time, Minglou had already removed the layer of bandage that directly touched the wound, so he didn't care about the rest, his eyes were filled with distress, he held Mingcheng down to keep him from moving, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hold on. "

Mingcheng couldn't help but flinch a little, and grabbed Minglou's hand tightly.

Minglou took out the needle to give Mingcheng an analgesic.

"Brother, I can't take another shot today." Mingcheng stopped him: "I was in so much pain in the car that they gave me two injections already."

"Then what should I do, I can't use anesthetics to make you stiffen." Minglou frowned when he heard this: "This wound has been neglected again.