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

Although the Spring Festival was still more than a month away, Ming Jing said that he would go to Suzhou to buy some good fabrics and buy cheongsams for the three women of the Ming family.

Although Minglou felt that Ah Xiang's body shape was more suitable for making a flower jacket with cloth, but he didn't want to spoil the interest of the eldest sister, so he didn't say anything.

Mingjing asked Minglou what he thinks about Mingcheng now.Minglou was fooling around vaguely.

When Mingcheng put the blurry photo in front of Minglou, Minglou felt that his heart was a little out of control.

He obviously destroyed the negatives and burned the photos.

Minglou pretended not to know anything: "What is this?"

"This is a photo taken by a tabloid office." Mingcheng brought some red wine to Minglou.

"Who gave it to you?" Minglou took the wine glass.

"We are our own people." Mingcheng said with smile lines at the corners of his eyes, "There is only one photo, no negatives."

Mingcheng looked at Minglou's pensive expression: "Brother, you know about this, right?"

Minglou shook the red wine in his hand, the alluring red color made him a little distracted: "I know. It's just that this matter is a bit tricky, I haven't made up my mind for a while, and you are not in good health."

Mingcheng nodded.

Ming Lou took a sip of his wine: "That Takeda Xiong, if you really can't do it, see if there is anyone on Dr. Su's side you can contact, you can't take risks."

Minglou's enlightenment to men and women is Wang Manchun.

The ignorant love was awakened by Wang Manchun's dewy kiss in the slightly drunk sunlight of an afternoon, with a light pink color.

Why did he recall these.

Is there any connection with this?

smell?weird smell.

"Ah Cheng, what's the smell on you?" Ming Lou keenly discovered that the smell came from Ming Cheng's body.

Mingcheng was frightened by his elder brother's weird expression, he quickly raised his sleeve and sniffed: "No. What's wrong with you, elder brother?" Putting down his hand, he saw Minglou holding his forehead with one hand, and holding his forehead with the other. The wine glass in his hand was tilted, and the red wine in the glass flowed out onto the table, staining the stack of blank rice paper red.

There is a stack of high-quality rice paper on the desk in the study of the Ming family. The children of the Ming family first learn how to hold a brush when they are enlightened.Minglou also held his hand, and handed him a calligraphy brush: Only when the pen is straight can a good herringbone be written.

Minglou stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't come here." The wine glass, which lost its support, followed the strength of Minglou's release of his hand, rolled along the desk, and rolled to the ground, and the red wine poured out of the glass and soaked into the carpet , "Go out and get the medicine, call Axiang to come"

"Okay." Although Mingcheng didn't understand what was going on, he quickly left the study door.

The thin back made Ming Lou feel a little dazed, as if he saw the timid child again, the child who was startled unclearly by his own headache attack.

At that time, when he participated in the student gang, he was hit on the head with a stick by the policeman, and there was blood in his brain, and the attack was even worse than it is now.Maybe it's because I'm getting older and my endurance has improved.Dr. Su told the eldest sister that the congestion in his brain was in a special place, and it would only dissolve when it melted by itself, and would die at any time due to the fragility of the blood vessels in the future. .

He didn't tell his eldest sister that he was just distracted by a figure.

It was the little Acheng with another child, they looked at each other, shared the preserved food, that kind of relieved smile, which Mingcheng never had before in the Ming family.

He is always cautious, like a mouse, for fear that he will accidentally steal someone's happiness.

"Brother?" Mingcheng handed the medicine to Minglou, and when he was about to hand over the water, Minglou had already thrown the medicine into his mouth, chewed it as hard as he could, and then swallowed it with difficulty.

"Brother Ah Cheng, do you want to add some clothes, or you will get sick again." Ah Xiang looked at the two people in front of her and stomped her feet anxiously, "Let's send the husband to the bedroom first, and I will take care of it first."

Mingcheng had just taken off his coat, went straight to the back and drenched himself from head to toe with water, wiped himself casually, put on an underwear, and was in a hurry to find medicine for Minglou.

Mingcheng understands that he can't be sick now, whether it's family affairs or state affairs, because he missed a lot of news because of his previous illness.

Although Ah Xiang is a little petite, she is not small in strength. Mingcheng dare not get too close. She gritted her teeth and dragged Minglou into the bedroom half-supported and half-dragged. , Hurry up to change clothes.

Back in his room, Mingcheng's gaze was attracted by the coat that was placed aside.

This coat was given to Minglou by Takeda Xiong when he was helping Minglou buy food at noon.

Clean and tidy, it doesn't look like it's been dumped in a patch of mud.

Takeda Xiong handed him the coat graciously: "Mr. Mingcheng, I am sincere and want to make friends with Mr. Mingcheng. Mr. Mingcheng is so impatient, do you look down on me?"

Mingcheng really wanted to paste that smiling face on the fried rice in his hand.

I really couldn't help it, and thinking that Minglou had been hungry since the morning, Mingcheng put it on in order to send him away early.

"Everyone praised Mr. Minglou for his maturity, stability, and talent. But I only saw Mr. Mingcheng's...what's the matter...oh, it's graceful, it's really clear." Takeda Xiong grabbed the two ends of the belt, That movement almost encloses Mingcheng in his arms.

Putting on the belt, Takeda took a step back and looked at Mingcheng carefully: "Mr. Mingcheng, did anyone say that your eyes are beautiful, like a deep well, no matter how deep it is, you can pour out a figure."

Mingcheng thought about it politely, and Takeda's actions just now made him very uncomfortable: "Mr. Takeda is too good, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Takeda Xiong stepped out of the way, and when Mingcheng passed him by, he grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute, you must treat this coat well, at least this kind of clothes is enough for the poor to work months."

Could it be that there is something strange about this coat?

As soon as Mingcheng picked up his coat, he heard Ah Xiang's scream, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.Pushing open the door, Mingcheng saw Ah Xiang who fell down wrapped in a quilt.

what's the situation?

Although there was no serious problem when Ah Xiang landed on the ground thanks to years of rolling and crawling, but before she was thrown off, her feet had already been thrown away, or else let alone the current Minglou, she would be someone with a clear mind. Minglou couldn't catch her either.

Mingcheng pulled Axiang over and watched Minglou staggering down the stairs.

Those eyes turned out to be crimson, and the veins on his neck were bulging. This was simply enduring great pain.

Mingcheng knew that since Ming Ruidong passed away and his eldest sister was almost hit by a car, Minglou had no sense of security. When he was unconscious, anyone who approached him except Mingjing would be regarded as a danger by him.This was the case with Ah Xiang just now.

Ah Xiang curled her lips: "Brother Ah Cheng, it seems that it can only be used in the old way."

Mingcheng knew that was the only way.

He walked out of the room and stood in front of Minglou.

Just like the previous two times, he once again stood in front of Minglou alone.

The first time, he almost died.The second time, he...

Minglou felt a very familiar figure in front of him. He wanted to grab it and ask who it was, where it was, and what it wanted to do.

What about the eldest sister, why is the eldest sister not here, blood, blood everywhere, is the eldest sister dead?

Did it kill the eldest sister?

It killed the eldest sister.

Why did you kill the eldest sister!

Mingcheng watched him pounce on him, like a child who doesn't understand anything, trying to subdue his opponent with all his strength.

Flashing past, Mingcheng swiftly threw the knife in the fruit plate on the table to the corner of the stairs.

Minglou obviously didn't notice the knife, he just wanted to stare at the shadow in front of him, and didn't want him to run away.

"Ah Xiang, hurry up!" Minglou rushed to the room looking for Ah Xiang who was getting medicine.

Unscrewing the bottle in a hurry, and pouring an appropriate amount of anesthetic on the handkerchief, Ah Xiang was also sweating profusely: "Brother Ah Cheng, find a way to attract Mr.'s attention!"

Mingcheng found an angle, and when Minglou rushed over again, he stood still.Minglou pushed him onto the sofa all at once, unable to move at all.

Sir, I have said that stability does not mean weight.

caught, who are you?why are you crying

Ah Xiang suddenly appeared from behind the sofa, covering Ming Lou's mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Facing this sudden attack, Minglou's reaction was not slow, he quickly raised his body.

The moment he lifted it up, Mingcheng stretched out his arm and wrapped it around his neck, tightening it tightly to himself.

The medicine took effect quickly, Minglou stopped struggling, and fell heavily on Mingcheng.

Ah Xiang relaxed and fell to her knees: "Brother Ah Cheng, sir, this is too scary." At such a high place, she almost didn't break her face.

Ah Cheng is not much better, he is shivering from the cold now.

Ah Xiang got up with support: "Brother Ah Cheng, let Mr. sleep in your room."

The two of them dragged Minglou to Mingcheng's bed and were exhausted.

"I swear, in the next month, I will never buy pork!" Ah Xiang gritted her teeth.

Mingcheng laughed.

Ash also laughed.She likes to see Brother Ah Cheng smile the most.