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A military plane soared above the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, and Little Blake, dressed in formal attire, poured a glass of red wine for the man who was used to sitting by the window. The bright red liquid slid across the cold glass wall and sank to the bottom of the glass.

"There are still five hours to reach the seventh district. Do you need to rest for a while?" Little Black asked with concern in a humble voice.

Ever since the war broke out, Little Black had left City C. After He Hongxue knew about the relationship between Little Black and Ming Chen, it was not a good choice to stay in City C. This was Little Black's own choice, and also Ming Chen's. The command.

Leaving City C does not mean losing power and status from then on, it just turns from the bright place to the dark place, which is more convenient to move and expand the influence in the third district. After Ellie inherited the wealth and power of her father Eric Need someone to help her consolidate her position, Ellie is still too young after all, little Blake is the best choice.

"Prepare hot water for me in an hour."

"Yes, sir."

He waved his hand to indicate that Little Black would go down first, Ming Chen leaned against the window and looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the plane, the transparent wine glass moved to his lips, and the bright red liquid soaked his lips, as if smeared with the aromatic juice of red cherries.

In the resting room, a glass of red wine was placed next to the bathtub, and the man who soaked his body in the hot water closed his eyes and took a slow breath.

"What's going on with Ellie in the third district?"

"After all, she is a little girl. Even though Eric had enjoyed a high reputation and the support of the people in the three districts before, it was still inevitable for the subordinates to spy on power."

Mingchen was not the only one in the room, little Blake was by his side, as long as He Wenxuan was not around, little Blake and Yiyun were the people who stayed by Mingchen's side most often, and Mingchen didn't bring Yiyun with him when he came out this trip.

"You must have handled it well."

There was a smile on Little Black's lips: "Yes, master."

Compared with "Sir", he loves the title "Master" more often, as if it can shorten the distance between him and Ming Chen, making the relationship more intimate and different.

This man is so cold and excellent, he is the object of his life's service.

No matter how much He Wenxuan dislikes little Black, Ming Chen will never drive Little Black away from him because of He Wenxuan. They all love him, and the latter has absolute trust in him obey.

Little Blake needs a master that he can worship and serve. Evian and Ellie both need a spiritual father and teacher. Ming Chen can play these roles very well, forming their absolute dependence and trust in him.

He needs them, and they need him more.

"Very good, little Black." The hand protruding from the water was covered with a thin film of water, crystal clear water dripped from the man's arm, Ming Chen leaned in the bathtub and beckoned to the silver-haired young man Beckoning, "Come here."

The young man standing at the side strode over and knelt on the side of the bathtub. Little Blake closed his eyes gently, feeling every bit of strength Ming Chen rubbed his hair.

"What do you think of He Wenxuan?"

"Master..." Little Black opened his eyes.

Ming Chen pinched Little Black's chin, and rubbed his fingers against the young man's lips: "I need you to tell the truth."

"Yes." Looking at Ming Chen, every expression of little Black fell into those deep and slightly cool black eyes.

"I feel like he took you from me."

"Will you be lost?" Ming Chen's lips were drawn into a line.

Little Black answered honestly, with a faint fire burning in his eyes: "I will be jealous."

"Jealous that he can touch me?"

"I'm jealous that he can get your trust and love, and I'm jealous that he can stay by your side and accompany you, my master." With a touch of grievance in his tone, Little Black lowered his head and whispered, "No Dare to spy on your body, master."

"You will always be my favorite subordinate, little Blake, the relationship between you and me is special, promise me that no matter whether there are other people around me, you will serve me for the rest of your life, trust me and obey me. "The body leaned slightly towards Little Black, and Mingchen smiled and gently stroked Little Black's cheek, "Will you?"

His eyes suddenly boiled with excitement, Little Blake clasped the man's wet hand with both hands, his lips trembled slightly because of excitement, he lowered his head and kissed the back of Ming Chen's hand lightly, pious and humble.

"Yes, master, little Black will always serve you. Little Black will always be your most trusted servant. Please don't give up on me. I will always be yours."

"Very good." Standing up from the bathtub, the man stared indifferently at Little Black who was kneeling in front of him, with a distant and indifferent tone, "Now, help me get dressed, Little Black."

O'Sullivan, O'Sullivan.

How long have they been gone?In fact, it didn't take long, that is, more than half a year ago.

"You are really a bastard as always, Tyrell, no, now you should be called... Ming Chen."

Taking a deep puff of his cigarette, the man with an old scar on his face exuded a dangerous wildness, handsome and rebellious, like an eagle soaring in the sky and staring at the hunter all the time.

The last time they met O'Sullivan they spent a lot of time and energy. This time, O'Sullivan drove to pick Mingchen himself.

"You look like you want to beat me up, O'Sullivan." Ming Chen pretended to stand five meters away with open arms, "Hey, do you want a warm hug?"

O'Sullivan's eyes were on fire: "No, I want to feed you a bullet."

Thinking of Ming Chen's covering up so perfectly the last time he came, O'Sullivan couldn't help but get angry, and he didn't know whether it was because he was angry at Ming Chen's deception to him, or because he didn't recognize this man.

Probably have.

"As humorless as ever, as rude and uninspiring as ever, O'Sullivan."

Ming Chen straightened his hair. The wind in this place was too strong, and his hair was almost messed up. Seeing that O'Sullivan was still standing there and staring at him, Ming Chen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you going to stare at me?" By when?"

"Let's go." Gailing Ming Chen's eyes, O'Sullivan turned around.

The two sat in the same car, facing each other.

"God is probably blind to bring a demon like you back to life." O'Sullivan broke the silence, although the beginning was a little unfriendly.

After no longer needing to pretend, Ming Chen can say whatever he wants: "Are you talking about your teacher Altaïr? He taught well, O'Sullivan."

"From the first time I saw you, I knew you were a demon who deserved hell."

"You have repeated this sentence many times." From before to now, it has never been changed, and it is still O'Sullivan he is familiar with. Mingchen said with a smile, "As your senior brother, you shouldn't give me enough Do you respect? Altaïr has taught you a lot, but he missed the one thing about respecting seniors."

"You?" O'Sullivan gave Ming Chen a blank stare.

Without much interest in arguing with O'Sullivan, Ming Chen asked, "Where did you find Altaïr?"

"He Hongxue's place," O'Sullivan said contemptuously at this point, "taking back the teacher's body is what we should do, but you, a shameless man, are hanging out with that little boy He Wenxuan on the grassland."

"You care about my life, O'Sullivan."

The man with the scar said: "The news of your elopement with He Wenxuan has spread to underground organizations all over the world. Everyone wants to find the two of you, and that's a lot of money."

Ming Chen did meet a few people who didn't have long eyes, so he took it as practice.

"So Altaïr is indeed resurrected?" Ming Chen asked.

"From the current point of view, he really hasn't changed much from before." Frowning slightly, O'Sullivan said, "He's temporarily staying with me, but it doesn't look like he will stay for long. What do you want to do, Ming dust."

A look of not understanding: "What should I do?"

"Don't think I don't know about your relationship with him." This sentence was almost said through gritted teeth.

Ming Chen immediately laughed: "Is it jealous that Altaïr chose me, or is it him or not you who fell in love with me?"

"Tyrell!" Excitedly called out his previous name, O'Sullivan's angry voice made the car windows buzz, "Don't make such a disgusting joke!"

O'Sullivan doesn't seem to have learned from Altaïr the essence of trying to figure out the psychology of others and make use of it. This guy is a dangerous humanoid weapon, and that's all.

Ming Chen smiled lightly and didn't say anything more, but he just teased the other party, and the reaction was so big.

O'Sullivan liked to target him everywhere from the past. For a while, Ming Chen thought that this guy was really hostile to him, until one day they seemed to be fighting because of something, and when they were wrestling together, Ming Chen Finding that O'Sullivan actually reacted, that guy blushed and ran as fast as a crazy rabbit.

It was so much fun.

On the one hand is the most respected mentor, and on the other is the senior brother who is secretly in love.

Mingchen thought that O'Sullivan must be feeling very uncomfortable. This idiot always likes to use methods against him to deliberately cover up the unspeakable feelings that make O'Sullivan feel ashamed.

In the past, Mingchen would pretend not to know, but now, he can say whatever he wants.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the faint blush on O'Sullivan's face, and the man smiled secretly and looked out the window.