【Lou Cheng】Clear tea and wine

No, it will be troublesome if it becomes inflamed tomorrow. "

"It's just a wound the size of a bullet, I can stand it." Mingcheng smiled at Minglou.

"How can this be done?" The suture alone is fine, but Mingcheng's wound is still bleeding, and some parts around the bullet hole have turned white. The necrotic part must be removed, and the pain is tantamount to being tortured.

"There is no other way right now." Mingcheng looked at the wound, "You just need to bring me a towel, and I'll be bleeding like a river later."

Although Minglou was reluctant, he really had no other way. He walked back and forth a few times, and finally frowned and even cast a look of help at Mingcheng, but Mingcheng had a determined face all the time.

Minglou had no choice but to make the decision he least wanted to make,

Hurt Mingcheng with his own hands for the second time.

Mingcheng bit the towel in his mouth, gave Minglou an encouraging look, and then motioned for him to start.

Mingtai boiled the water for cooking the noodles and started to be in a daze. He thought for a long time but was still extremely distressed. He decided to go to Minglou again, even if he was scolded and returned, he would die of wanting to know the truth.

When Mingtai was hesitating at the door of Minglou, he suddenly heard the painful wailing coming from inside the door, and his whole body froze involuntarily.

Mingcheng was able to bite the towel in his mouth tightly to suppress the pain at first, but the pain accumulated more and more, making him gradually lose the strength to control his voice.

Minglou handled it neatly, but that's the case. When he finally cleaned up the necrotic tissue in the wound, Mingcheng was already in a cold sweat.

Minglou took the towel from Mingcheng's mouth and let him lean in his arms to relieve the severe pain.Mingcheng's body was still trembling uncontrollably, he gasped for breath and grasped Minglou's warm hand tightly.

Minglou gently helped Mingcheng rub the bruises on the palms of his hands that had been pinched out by his nails.

"...Brother, I'm fine."

Mingcheng patted Minglou's back reassuringly with his uninjured arm, he could feel Minglou's speechless sadness.He wiped the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes, and brought the wound closer to Minglou's eyes.

"Help me sew."

Minglou sighed, and lightly pecked and kissed Mingcheng's eyes: "Persist a little longer, it will be over soon."

Standing at the door, Mingtai's eyes were red, he turned back and put the noodles into the pot, and made a glass of brown sugar water.

It's really hard to cook in Mingtai.

Because the process of suturing the wound was not so painful, the two of them quickly finished and went out to eat.

Minglou held the bowl of clear soup with little water and overcooked noodles after tasting two mouthfuls, then put down his chopsticks in disgust, Mingcheng raised his head to give Mingtai a comforting smile, and then swallowed the bowl of noodles into his stomach.

Let's go out to eat tomorrow.

When Mingcheng entered the room with the cold brown sugar water that Mingtai awkwardly gave him, Minglou was reading the economic report with his glasses on.

"Mingtai made it?" He pouted and asked Mingcheng.

"How do you know?" Mingcheng took a sip, frowning, very calm.

"You can tell by the color that the brown sugar has been put in less." Minglou walked over and took the cup in his hand: "You can't make it like this. Don't drink it, I'll make another cup for you."

"Don't let Mingtai see it," Mingcheng called to Minglou who was about to leave after opening the door: "After all, it was his wish."

"It's just that he needs to study hard to know what can be called heart." Minglou shook the things in his hand with a look of disgust: "Just this thing, he doesn't think it's embarrassing."

Before Mingcheng could speak, Minglou closed the door.

Mingcheng could only sigh helplessly, as soon as Minglou met Mingtai, all the stubbornness he had when he was a child was aroused, the alpha brothers were really incompatible.

Mingcheng leaned sideways on the bed, feeling exhausted all at once. The dizziness from blood loss and the comfort of relaxing after a day of high tension made him so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and fell asleep directly with his head tilted.

When Minglou came back with brown sugar water, he saw Mingcheng sitting on his side on the bed, sleeping soundly, with his head tilted on the bedside as he breathed.

Ming Lou had no choice but to put down the water, took the man into his arms and helped him take off his clothes.

Mingcheng still woke up when his clothes rubbed against the wound, he opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that it was Minglou, he said softly that it hurts like a baby.

Minglou said, you continue to sleep, and I will change your clothes for you.

Mingcheng really fell asleep again.

It hit the point of the sentence he yelled at him before, and he would do whatever he was asked to do.

Minglou helped Mingcheng change his pajama pants, fearing that he would not put on his pajamas if he touched his wound. He also changed his clothes and got into the bed, letting Mingcheng's head rest in his arms to prevent him from getting hurt. Roll over and press into the wound.

Minglou smelled the tea fragrance wafting from Mingcheng's body from time to time and slowly closed his eyes.

After so many days, I finally got a good night's sleep.

(Seven)

With Minglou's careful care, Mingcheng's wound has fully healed in less than a month, but the newly grown flesh is slightly different from the rest of the place.

In order to keep Mingtai in Shanghai, it was a bitter trick. Mingcheng watched it interestingly, and Minglou played comfortably, but the young master of the Ming family was holding back his stomach.

If there is fire, it must be scattered.Less than two months after running the flour mill, Ming Tai, who learned the secrets of the military command, directly blew up a whole shipment of goods. Minglou was so angry that he wanted to beat him again.

As the weather gradually warmed up, there were more and more receptions and entertainments.Wang Manchun has recently bought a lot of dresses, and every day there are new styles displayed in front of Minglou.

I have to say that Wang Manchun is really beautiful, like a poppy that confuses people's hearts, showing her danger all the time but making people willing to jump into the flames.

But Minglou doesn't like flowers that are too coquettish, he prefers tea with light and elegant colors.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Wang Manchun leaned against Minglou's side, acting like a spoiled child dissatisfied.

"Ah, it's just some family affairs." Minglou withdrew his gaze from following Mingcheng: "You also know that Mingtai just took over the flour mill recently, and it's been two months now. I'm so busy that I don't come home every day. My eldest sister is in a bad mood. It’s not good that I’m outnumbered.”

"Mingtai blames you for being unlearned and incompetent, now that she's busy, she'll blame you again." Wang Manchun pouted dissatisfiedly: "Your elder sister is like this, she's so biased, she pushes everything on you."

"Big sister is a big sister after all, I don't have to listen to what you say." Minglou looked helpless.

"You just listen to her. If I were you, I would have fallen out with her long ago." Wang Manchun and Ming Jing were at odds with each other, and as soon as the conversation was provoked, they began to complain again.

Minglou also followed her, echoing a few words from time to time, but his mind was full of Mingcheng's matters.

It's been three or four months since the last estrus period, so it's about time.

Mrs. Liang was chatting happily with other wives, and she didn't have time to take care of Young Master Liang, so the child ran over to pester Mingcheng.Mingcheng was dragged by Young Master Liang to run all over the place, eating and drinking everything, and when he was tired from running, let Mingcheng pick him up and tell him some funny stories.

Ever since Mingcheng knew that he was an omega, he began to pay special attention to children, although he may not have realized it himself.

Minglou knew that Mingcheng was sincerely treating Young Master Liang, not for the purpose of getting into the relationship with Liang Zhongchun, but simply because he liked the cute appearance of the child.

Ming Lou took a sip of the champagne in his hand, it was time to think about the child's problem.

"Uncle Li explained that the station has been actively inquiring about joining the party recently, and looks forward to the organization's reply." After the reception, the two drove home, and Mingcheng reported to Minglou while driving.

"He's still in a hurry," Minglou replied angrily, "The mess that exploded a whole cargo of goods hasn't been cleaned up yet. He's really big-hearted."

"After all, he is young, and he can't rub a little sand in his eyes, so he can't help but act impulsively." Mingcheng comforted him.

"He's justified when he's young. Tell me about his recent activities, which of them can be watertight." Minglou said: "If you hadn't arrived in time for the last rescue operation, what kind of results might have been caused? .”

"It's all in the past, so don't take it to heart." Mingcheng knew that Minglou had been worried about him because of Mingtai's impulsiveness: "Last time when you beat him up, you made him cry and howl, are you still angry?"

Minglou couldn't help laughing when he recalled Mingtai's embarrassment at that time: "That's what he deserves."

Minglou rolled the car window open to let the night wind blow in to dispel the smell of alcohol on his body.

"Brother." After a moment of silence, Mingcheng suddenly said.

"Huh?" Ming Lou responded casually.

"Could you push back the party tomorrow night?" Mingcheng paused and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing more than a reception like today, and it doesn't matter if you miss it once." Minglou asked, "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"...Well," Mingcheng stared straight ahead, not daring to look back: "My estrus should be tomorrow."

Minglou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a daydream come true.

"... Then I also have something to ask for your opinion," Minglou asked seriously, "Do you want a child?"

Mingcheng's hand trembled, and the car shook accordingly.

"I believe this period of time is enough for you to think about a result." Minglou looked directly into Mingcheng's eyes from the rearview mirror: "We should always face this problem."

Mingcheng pursed his lips and remained silent for a while.

Minglou didn't urge him, and leaned back in his chair quietly waiting for the answer.

"...We can't give him a future." Mingcheng's voice was depressing and hoarse.

"But he can see the future," Ming Lou said: "The deeper the darkness, the more we long for the light. If we can't wait for the bright day, at least let him see it for us."

"I don't want him to be the second me." Mingcheng's eyes showed the pain that had been hidden deep in his heart: "If we expose him, even if we can send him out, we will