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"You are simply stupid, He Wenxuan!"

He Wenhan's voice exploded in the coffee shop, and He Wenxuan was glad that he had booked the coffee shop from the beginning, otherwise he would have become the focus of attention at this moment.

"It's fine to promise Mingchen to find that Altaïr who doesn't know if it's real or not, but let Mingchen go there by himself. I said, since you have already followed, why don't you go with him? What if it's a trap, what if it's a trap? -Is that Altaïr fake?" He Wenhan said a lot of words in a rage as soon as he opened his mouth like a peacock.

"He just went to look for Zhang Na, not Altaïr." He Wenxuan only felt his temples swell and swell, and his slender and clean fingers picked up the bone china cup to his mouth and drank a sip of black coffee , raised his hand to signal He Wenhan, who was sitting opposite him, to calm down a bit.

He Wenxuan said, "You look more nervous than me."

"That's Mingchen! Even if it's not the former Mingchen, that body is still Mingchen's! That is, you are my twin brother and I will allow you to touch that man, understand He Wenxuan?" He Wenhan said in a domineering tone, He took it for granted, "Ming Chen is not just yours, I will not allow that guy to be with Altaïr or any other man."

Intolerable, it's that simple.

He Wenxuan was really powerless to respond to He Wenhan's words, although he felt in his heart that no one in this world could control Ming Chen.

"Can you control him?" He Wenxuan asked with a smile. Seeing that He Wenhan was about to beat him up, he quickly put down his coffee cup and said, "Okay, I'm just joking, don't be so serious."

The cafe located in the small town is full of ordinary town residents who come and go. The cafe is decorated with beautiful and elegant flowers. There is a sign that is not open outside the door. Fingers lightly click on the quaint table. At this point, He Wenxuan looked at the flowers and pedestrians outside the window and his eyes became gentle.

This simple and ordinary life has become one of his pursuits in life after being with Mingchen.

"I believe him." He Wenxuan said to He Wenhan, looking directly at his twin brother who had the same face as him, as firm and serious as a mountain rock.

He Wenhan was quiet for a moment, the corner of his mouth moved suddenly, and he said with a bit of teasing: "I didn't expect you to be a love brain, He Wenxuan."

Shrugging his shoulders, He Wenhan went on to say, "There is one thing that I don't seem to have mentioned to you."

"What's the matter?" He Wenxuan asked after taking a sip of coffee.

"Although the bastard who shot you has always been the boss of the He family and our elder brother, he has been in charge of his own affairs since his father passed away, but..." He Wenhan turned his head to one side, with a bit of awkwardness in his tone, looking outside the house with a seemingly He said casually, "When I saw you when I was young, I felt more secure. You are more trustworthy and dependable than He Hongxue."

Always quiet, gentle, and calm in everything.

Those eyes that are as deep as the sea reveal the power to soothe all wounds, the bright light that guides you in despair into a safe harbor in the night of the tsunami, the hut with warm lights when you are desperate for hunger and cold, the warm and slightly damp spring breeze ...

In short, it is all the power that makes people feel safe.

Mingchen stands by the window and looks at the two old people who are sitting and chatting in the garden not far away, cuddling each other like a pair of young lovers, leaving an enviable back view for others, if this scene is depicted It will be an extremely romantic and precious painting.

"So O'Sullivan not only found Altaïr, but also your parents who have been missing for many years?" Mingchen brought the exquisite tea cup to his mouth and took a sip. Lifting the teacup, he smiled and said, "The tea is good."

Bowing her head and smiling slightly, Zhang Na couldn't hide the happiness in her eyes: "Thank you, I don't know... I really didn't expect to see them again in my life."

"Why didn't you tell me this kind of good news?" Ming Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was an elusive danger hidden in his words with a gentle smile, like the light of a knife that could not be seen in the dark night.

The smile on Zhang Na's face became a little stiff, she gradually restrained her smile, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but O'Sullivan warned me not to disclose any information to you before helping Altaïr resurrect , otherwise, otherwise my parents...I'm sorry, Mingchen."

The voice with tension and worry became smaller and smaller, and almost no sound could be heard in the back.

"You should trust me more, Zhang Na." Seeing Zhang Na's frightened and nervous expression, Ming Chen walked over with a smile and patted the young woman's shoulder gently, comforting, "Don't be afraid, I know you have difficulties, your parents are very important to you, I know this very well, we are all people with relatives."

"Anyway, thank you for telling me the news about Altaïr coming back to life." Ming Chen sat opposite Zhang Na, elegant and calm as always, with his slender legs crossed, "So... where is Altaïr now? "

"O'Sullivan took Altaïr away. After Altaïr's body recovered, I originally planned to contact you after the operation was successful, but..." Zhang Na tightly clenched her hands on her knees into fists. Blinking his eyes lightly, he looked at the man and explained in a low voice after he stabilized his emotions, "Altaïr told me not to tell you for now."

The man holding the teacup paused, his soft and elegant voice was like a Baileys chocolate, full-bodied and smooth, without a trace of emotion belonging to this man: "Altaïr asked you not to live him alive for the time being." Tell me about the coming?"

Ming Chen's voice is very pleasant, and this man is also very attractive. If it wasn't because he was too familiar with Ming Chen and knew the danger of this man, Zhang Na probably fell in love with this dangerous man a few years ago.

A woman who has lost her parents is always easy to have feelings for the powerful man who saved her, and Ming Chen made Zhang Na understand that this kind of feeling is not the so-called love, but just longing for a kind of security. Sense and pure adoration.

Zhang Na always felt that a man like Ming Chen would probably never need affection from others in his life, or that she couldn't imagine anyone in this world who could make Ming Chen feel affectionate.

Altaïr was probably the only one, she always thought so, until a few months ago, she heard some unknown news, as well as He Hongxue's underground bounty on Ming Chen and He Wenxuan.

It's hard to imagine that Mingchen will be with He Wenxuan.

It's hard to imagine Altaïr coming back to life...

"He asked me to take a picture of him and send it to you," Zhang Na said.

"Why?" Ming Chen asked, "He must have a reason for doing this."

If Altaïr really came back to life, why didn't he tell him the news and didn't come to him, but asked Zhang Na to write to him about it.

"It took him a while to understand what happened in the past few years after he woke up. Altaïr learned from me that you changed from Tyrell to Mingchen," Zhang Na bit her lips lightly. Lower lip, while speaking, he was also paying attention to the expression on Ming Chen's face, "He knows you are with He Wenxuan now."

Mingchen's calmness as always will not bring any "surprise" to people. He put down the teacup in his hand, still impeccably elegant, and spit out two pleasant words: "So?"

"I don't know if he hasn't adapted to the life of being resurrected from the dead or for some other reason. In short, before he left, he asked me to send you letters and photos, and also told me that if you come here, let me send you this Give you a letter written in his own hand."

Zhang Na got up and walked into the study, and came out with a letter after a while, she stepped forward and handed it to Mingchen: "He said you should remember his handwriting."

Ming Chen put the envelope into his coat pocket without opening it directly.

"Are you sure it's him?" the man asked casually.

"He looks like...Altaïr." Zhang Na pursed her lips slightly, with a hint of uncertainty in her expression.

Ming Chen smiled lightly and didn't ask any more questions. Zhang Na knew very little about Altaïr, so it was useless to ask.

Now that he has obtained the desired information and Altaïr's so-called personal letter, there is no point in staying any longer.

"Say hello to them for me." Ming Chen got up and glanced at the garden outside the house.

Zhang Na asked, "Aren't you going to stay for dinner?"

"Next time." Ming Chen said with a smile, "Reunite with your parents well, don't send me off."

The car in which the man came was gradually going away. Zhang Na stood by the window and watched the car slowly disappear in her eyes, hiding apology and helplessness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry..."

Muttering in her mouth, Zhang Na choked slightly and looked towards the garden outside the house. Two old men with their shoulders leaning on each other were still sitting on the bench in the garden. Beckoning, besides a symbol representing a district, there are also two pet logos on their wrists.

"If I don't listen to O'Sullivan and Altaïr, they will kill my parents. I didn't mean to lie to you, sorry..."