Sincerely waiting to return to the building, the twilight is deep

Chapter 1

Hong Kong, as if far away from China in another world, still maintains a peaceful and peaceful appearance on the surface.

Mingcheng packed all the luggage for Minglou, and went to pick up the plane ticket.

Minglou was waiting for him in the cafe opposite the hotel while enjoying his last black tea in Hong Kong.

If the plan goes well, Mingcheng can get out safely.Minglou has always believed in himself, in Mingcheng.

They are going back to Shanghai today, and all the time is calculated.

Mingcheng registered at the front desk after entering the hotel, asked for the car dealer's phone number, and then went to the hotel to deal with Harada Kumaji. The car to pick up the luggage will arrive in two hours, and these two hours are the time to pick up the ticket and go back and forth.

The person who helps to collect the tickets will deliberately smooth his fingerprints, and stick Mingcheng's fingerprints prepared in advance on his fingers, so that Mingcheng's fingerprints can be left at the ticket collection office.

Returning to the hotel on time, the ticket taker changed into the clothes of the front-room waiter, and the white gloves just covered the fingers without fingerprints.

When they found the waiter with no fingerprints, Minglou and Mingcheng had already returned to Shanghai.

According to Minglou's plan, Mingcheng booked two rooms in the hotel.Maybe it was because he couldn't match his longing for Ming Jing and Ming Yue, he would pass by Ming Mansion intentionally or unintentionally every morning and evening, and on several occasions he almost bumped into Ming Jing's car.

It has been 8 years since we parted with Mingyue.In the past few years, the eldest sister would send Mingyue's photos to him separately in a package. Fortunately, the eldest brother never asked what the eldest sister sent him.Moreover, every time he and Minglou returned to China, they would find a reason to send Mingyue away. Even Mingtai always thought that Mingyue was an orphan adopted by Mingjing.

The last two photos were taken at the reception where Mingyue officially moved into the Ming family as the adopted daughter of Mingjing.Many newspaper reporters with good deeds tried to get to the bottom of it, but Der Spiegel did a good job in this matter. They didn't even know where the child came from.

One is a group photo of Mingyue and Mingjing. The 8-year-old Mingyue and Mingjing are very similar. They look like mother and daughter. They are wearing a small flower jacket and a butterfly hairpin on their hair. Seeing this photo, the corners of Mingcheng's mouth It has been upturned for a whole morning, so that when it kills, it brings a sense of joy.

The other one is a group photo with Mingtai, Mingtai is holding his ears, asking the little girl to help him press his nose, pretending to be Zhu Bajie on the stage.This photo was taken secretly by a reporter. The angle is a bit off, but it can still be seen that the little girl is smiling happily.

The two photos were handed over to Minglou by Mingcheng when he was in Hong Kong the day before yesterday.The eldest brother just looked at him with a frown: "Why did our Ming family get into the bad habit of picking up things together?"

Ming Ruidong picked up a Yao Tao, he picked up a Cheng, Xiao Mingtai picked up a little Axiang, and now, the elder sister picked up a little girl.This girl and eldest sister are quite like mother and daughter.

Mingcheng raised his eyebrows: "It shows that the Ming family is benevolent."

Minglou was amused by his little expression, and held back forcefully: "Now there is a trouble, which needs to be dealt with."

Then, Mingcheng strangled Harada Kumaji to death with a happy mood.

However, this continued happiness and longing made him have a little omission. This omission is that he did not track Mingtai's whereabouts in time, so that Mingtai was arrested by Wang Tianfeng to the military academy.

Wang Tianfeng, this lunatic, even thinking about it now, Mingcheng still feels a little palpitation.

The 20-year-old Wang Tianfeng's lunatic nature has been fully exposed. He poisoned Mingcheng. Either Minglou shot him to death, or Mingcheng watched him rot inch by inch and die.

The cold muzzle of the gun in Wang Tianfeng's hand was pressed against his temple. If the gun hadn't run out of bullets, he would have blushed Wang Tianfeng's face at that time.

Because, when Minglou finished his prize of entering the Blue Clothes Club, Mingcheng bumped into him by accident.

Minglou aimed his gun at Wang Tianfeng.Wang Tianfeng swiftly pushed aside the muzzle of the gun, and as soon as he changed his hand, the gun fell into his hand.The inexperienced Minglou is no match for the bloody Wang Tianfeng at all.

Wang Tianfeng's young and harmless face is like a mask, and the soul under the mask is cold and ferocious: "It's okay for him not to die, so let another person die for him." Another person, a wounded person two steps away, a heartbroken The man who got shot.

Even if Mingcheng hadn't made up the shot at that time, that person would not have survived.

Mingcheng's trembling fingers couldn't hold the gun at all, and he couldn't even pull the trigger. He almost crawled to the side of that person.The man looked at him with eyes full of fear.

The violent panting sounded like a dilapidated bellows, working hard and feebly in vain.

Mingcheng tried several times in a row but couldn't hold his upper body up. He was shaking, shaking violently, his mind was buzzing, he couldn't hear or see anything else.He felt that he was going to die from the violent beating of his heart, his heart was hurting, and it was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

A strong arm hugged him, and his upper body leaned against the embrace of the person behind him, solid and warm, making him drowsy; slender and strong fingers wrapped around his stiff fingers, holding his The gun in the gun touched the man's forehead; the voice in the ear was very gentle: "Ah Cheng, close your eyes."

"Bang!" The sound of the gun was not very loud, and Mingcheng's body shook violently, so soft that he slipped and fell into the darkness.

It was Mingcheng's first murder. He had a high fever for more than a week, and his whole body was thin and out of shape. After recovering from his illness, Minglou hired several special martial arts masters for him and Mingcheng to personally supervise the study. It's a bit late, and it's quite difficult to learn.

Perhaps, Mingcheng regards learning martial arts as an outlet for his psychological depression, he studies very seriously and works hard, but his progress is not slow.There is a child from Mingtai, who learns a little bit if it is interesting, and perfunctory when it is boring, and he is often beaten by Minglou.

Wang Tianfeng still doesn't trust Mingcheng very much, and Minglou often asks Mingcheng to bring Mingcheng with him for some tasks: "You can't lock him up every day, maybe one day, he will be gone, the Ming family is too big, too flamboyant."

Minglou had no choice but to close his guilt and pity, and start with a strong order to let a child eat blood on the edge of a sword to survive.However, he never forced Mingcheng to kill people.

The 15-year-old Mingcheng is Minglou's "dowry" to join the Blue Clothes Club.

Now that Wang Tianfeng has kidnapped Mingtai, Mingcheng doesn't dare to think about what kind of harsh training or torment he would face that sunny child.

He is used to killing people, because he knows who the people he kills are, which somewhat reduces or even eliminates his sense of guilt, but Mingtai doesn't know, doesn't know the international situation, and doesn't know the identities of those people.The most important thing is that Mingtai is the future of the Ming family, the future of this country, not a victim.

Under Minglou's persecution, the joy at the beginning turned into an unspeakable bitterness, with a stalk in his throat, and he didn't know how to answer.His actions have increased the danger of Mingtai, and even Minglou is a bit wary.If he hadn't been distracted from the beginning, but had arranged everything before leaving Hong Kong, maybe Mingtai would still be a young master who didn't know much about the world.

Minglou saw that his spirit was not right, his face was tired, and he knew that he hadn't slept well these two days because of Mingtai's affairs.In fact, he never slept soundly. He didn't know if what he said after sitting quietly for a long time that day had hurt the person who was always by his side.Will Mingcheng remember the situation when he was thrown into the storm by himself?

However, if Mingcheng can survive in the storm, Mingtai will naturally be no worse. I just hope that Mingtai can take good care of Wang Tianfeng's bones and repay the harm Ah Cheng suffered back then.

When Mingcheng handed the document to Minglou, the back of his hand touched Minglou's fingers.He woke up a little groggy in the morning, and the thermometer showed 37 degrees, so he didn't care, just swallowed two tablets of anti-fever medicine, and went out with Minglou.

The unusual body temperature made Minglou raise his head, frowning slightly: "You have a fever."

Mingcheng was almost a reflection: "Brother, I'm fine."

Calling Mr. Minglou in front of outsiders is a rule of Der Spiegel, and it is her stubbornness.Outsiders only know that Mingjing has two younger brothers, Minglou and Mingtai.Minglou is a grass, anyone in the Ming family can stroke it twice, Mingtai is a treasure, hold it in your mouth, you are afraid of bumping into it.Mingcheng, Mingjing is always unable to treat him as a younger brother.The reason why Minglou agreed was that titles were also a way to confuse people, there was an order of seniority and inferiority, in the eyes of outsiders it was an opportunity, and they could take advantage of it.

Ming Lou tore off a note from the note book next to him, and the strong and powerful notes were like a dragon walking, even writing a note was so chic.The note was passed to Mingcheng who was standing silently, and Minglou's face darkened: "You go by yourself, or I will escort you there."

Mingcheng simply shoved the document into Minglou's hand, turned around and walked towards the door without looking back: "I'll go by myself."

Minglou watched the door close and then open again, and an innocent head came in from outside the door: "Brother, can you get reimbursed for the medical expenses a little more? I want to have a full checkup."

Minglou made a gesture to smash the folder over, but his head shrank quickly.