man in suit

"Blake, it's no use being nice, it's truth doing the right thing at the right time."

Ming Chen leaned against the car window, the man's slightly indifferent face was reflected in the car window, he was holding a cigar in his hand, it smelled like coffee and cream when he smoked it, it was expensive, it was Ming Chen's favorite One of the cigars.

When I was young, I always liked cool things, such as wine so strong that my stomach hurts, and cigarettes with a pungent taste. These are the gadgets used to arm myself when I feel insecure. Deliberately cool stuff to protect yourself.

"What are you going to do, sir?" The silver-haired young man sat across from Ming Chen, Little Black asked in a low voice, breathing the air wafting cigar smoke.

The steady tone was like a sharpened silver knife: "Help me keep an eye on Zhang Na's family."

"Yes, sir."

The car stopped in front of a coffee shop, and Little Blake got out of the car first and opened the door for the man. It was still a bit chilly in early spring, and the man in a three-piece suit got out of the car.

"Wait for me below."

Leaving everyone else outside the house, Mingchen entered the coffee shop alone, melodious music lingered in the shop, He Wenxuan sat alone on the window seat, with two coffee cups on the table.

Mingchen glanced lightly at the vacant seat opposite He Wenxuan: "He Wenhan is gone?"

"You trust little Black very much." He Wenxuan glanced out of the house through the window. The silver-haired young man leaned against the car and smoked a cigarette. He did not politely respond to He Wenxuan's gaze with a hint of indifference. A provocative look.

"he?"

The coffee shop was very warm, Ming Chen took off his coat and put it aside, sat down opposite He Wenxuan, reached out and picked up He Wenxuan's coffee cup and took a sip.

"Are you jealous?"

"What? Little Black? Of course not." Looking back from the outside, He Wenxuan said with a smile.

"What about Altaïr?" Ming Chen's eyes revealed a bit of teasing, knowing that He Wenxuan was particularly concerned about this name, so he asked it on purpose.

But it was because He Wenxuan cared about him that he deliberately said it in a joking tone. They both understood Altaïr's influence on Mingchen and the relationship between the two of them.

Instead of holding it in your heart and wantonly fermenting it, it is better to just say it and give everyone a good time.

Exhaling a breath, He Wenxuan looked at the man and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Are you doing it on purpose, you are really a bad man, I can't deny it, yes, I really... care about you and Altaïr. "

Nothing can not be admitted.

He Wenxuan can ignore the past of Mingchen and Altaïr, all he cares about is the present and the future, and the current problem is indeed with Altaïr, this man who should have died for many years suddenly came back to life, He Wenxuan's The heart is far from being as calm and calm as it appears on the surface.

"I like the way you are jealous and worried about me, He Wenxuan." Such a willful and selfish side can only appear in front of He Wenxuan.

This man who is well versed in human psychology makes people love and hate. He Wenxuan slightly pursed his lips to try to calm himself down. Ming Chen will always say something with a sweet temptation trap, which may be invisible. Being guided by Ming Chen to think about a certain path that Ming Chen wants you to take.

This is very exciting, and it is also one of Mingchen's charms.

He Wenxuan asked, "How was the talk with Zhang Na?"

Ming Chen took something out of his pocket and put it on the wooden table, He Wenxuan leaned over slightly to look at it: "A letter?"

"Zhang Na gave it to me. She said it was written by Altaïr herself. If I come to Zhang Na, let Zhang Na give it to me." Ming Chen looked at the intact envelope and said to He Wenxuan, "Haven't opened it yet. Pass."

He Wenxuan's heart suddenly moved. Even though Mingchen didn't say it directly, he also understood what the other party wanted to express. Mingchen wanted to open the letter written by Altaïr in front of him. This should belong to Mingchen. Ming Chen has every reason to avoid him and open Altaïr's letter alone.

But this man didn't.

It belongs to Mingchen, an alternative and special way to express love and trust.

Ming Han took out a sharp small silver knife, the blade cut through the envelope without making a sound when the blade was icy cold, such a knife sharp enough to cut through human bones would seem overkill for opening letters, But probably no one wants the knife to be used for anything other than opening letters.

Taking out the letter paper from the envelope, Ming Chen spread the letter paper on the table, gently smoothing the creases with his palm.

"Beautiful words." With both hands lying on the table, He Wenxuan looked at every word on the envelope, "Is it his handwriting?"

"It looks like."

"Estimate?"

"90.00% nine."

He Wenxuan said with a smile: "That is to say, based on the initial judgment of the handwriting, it is very likely that it is Altaïr himself."

"That's right." Ming Chen was still the same Ming Chen who couldn't see any emotional flaws.

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"Hi, my dear apprentice, Tyrell... Oh, no, I should call you Mingchen now, you look older than me now, but don't feel worried and inferior, I always love you... "

"He Wenxuan, don't read it out." He Wenxuan glanced at He Wenxuan who had read out the contents of the letter, and Mingchen continued to read.

The gibberish and cheeky hooligan banter at the beginning is indeed Altaïr's style, which seems to be another evidence of Altaïr's resurrection.

"He knows the relationship between the two of us." Quickly skimming through the letter, He Wenxuan cursed secretly in his heart, Mingchen is a bastard who is good at playing with other people's emotions and psychology, and Altaïr is also the same type of guy, every line is full of words It is a purposeful psychological suggestion.

A sense of crisis?

It can be said that He Wenxuan felt a strong sense of crisis.

Altaïr wrote in the letter that he knew from some information from Zhang Na and the outside world that Mingchen and He Wenxuan are now together, and he made no secret of his love for Mingchen, hinting between the lines the pain of losing each other when they passed away. With regret, but he gave Ming Chen the right to choose.

Whether to be with the new love, or to return to the old love, it is up to Ming Chen to choose.

If Ming Chen wants to see him, he can follow the address in the letter. If he doesn't want to have anything to do with Altaïr, Altaïr will not take the initiative to find Ming Chen.

This cunning guy.

"Thanks to He Hongxue, the whole world knows about the relationship between the two of us." Ming Chen crumpled up the letter and threw it into the ashtray, took out a kerosene from the matchbox and lit the letter.

Gray smoke lingered above the burning letter paper, Ming Chen took out a cigarette and lit it on the flames, he took a deep puff, and there was a strong tingling sensation in his throat, as if a fire was burning.

"Hey!" He Wenxuan took the cigarette in Ming Chen's hand, and shook his finger at the man who looked at him with some opinions, "When you got out of the car, I noticed that you had an unfinished cigarette in your hand. I can't smoke any more cigars."

After taking away Mingchen's cigarette, He Wenxuan smoked it by himself. He took a sip of Mingchen's cigarette and frowned slightly: "It's too strong."

"It's a good time to have one now."

"What are you going to do?" He Wenxuan felt that he needed this cigarette more, he flicked the ash, "You seem a little hesitant, I thought you would go to Artest after knowing the news that Altaïr was alive you."

Ming Chen's reaction was much calmer than he had imagined. Of course, it may also be that Ming Chen is a master who is good at hiding his emotions.

Introverted, restrained, cold and calm.

He Wenxuan likes the usual Mingchen, and also likes the man who releases himself to the fullest when he is with him on the bed, like a mixture of ice and fire.

"Do you think I'm hesitant because of Altaïr?" Ming Chen raised his eyebrows, shook his head, tapped lightly on the wooden table with his slender and clean fingers, his voice was as light as the clouds floating in the sky outside the house , "The whole thing has a strange taste. If it is simply Altaïr's resurrection, it is actually a very simple thing, but... don't you think it is a bit strange?"

"But even though the whole thing is weird, and it may even be a trap, you still have to see Altaïr with your own eyes, don't you?" She squeezed her hands, "Let's go together."

"Even if it was a trap, I will not make a second mistake." The first time of course refers to the time when I went to the snow mountain to find Altaïr's body and was counted.

That was Mingchen's first mistake in recent years, enough for him to remember it in his heart for a long time.

Ming Chen said: "This is my problem, I can solve it alone."

"Aren't you going to let me go with you?"

"You will distract me." Ming Chen patted He Wenxuan's hand lightly.

He Wenxuan smiled helplessly: "Okay, but if you don't come back in time, I will go find you and bring you back." He Wenxuan flashed the ring on his hand, "You promised me this. "