man in suit

"what is this?"

After saying a word, Altaïr stretched out his hand to touch the ring on Ming Chen's hand, just as he reached out, Ming Chen raised his left hand, and generously showed the ring on his left ring finger When she came out, her tone was calm: "You mean this? Isn't it beautiful?"

Altaïr narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "I remember that when you performed missions, you would occasionally wear rings on your hands because of the missions requiring you to pretend to be a husband and wife. You can't be performing a mission now, Mingchen?"

He said jokingly, "Or are you going to propose to me?"

Mingchen did not reply immediately, and gently wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, and took a sip of the red wine glass gracefully and calmly, the bright red mellow liquid spread along his lips, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and the tip of his tongue licked the corners of his lips residual juice.

"Our past is over, Altaïr," Ming Chen said slowly, as if he didn't intend to finish the sentence in one breath, "I started my own brand new life, and you also have a brand new life."

After all, the overly calm tone caused Altaïr's expression to change slightly. He asked in a tentative tone: "Do you want to end our relationship? I know what you have done for me, Now that I'm back, Ming Chen, we can continue to be together, from the past to the present, you have always been the most special existence to me."

"Well——" the tone raised a pleasant tone, Ming Chen pursed the corners of his lips, and said with a smile, "It's hard to believe that our Altaïr would actually say such words seriously, it's not you style, my mentor."

Putting his hands on the table, Altaïr got up and walked slowly towards the other side of the table. The man looked down at Ming Chen beside him, with a hint of pampering in his helplessness.

"You know I love you, miss you, long for you... If that's what you wanted me to say in front of you, you did."

He really felt Ming Chen's thought of trying to cut off their relationship. This was too scary, and it was not what Altaïr wanted. He put one hand on the dining table and squatted down, changing from the perspective of looking down. look up.

Altaïr stared at Ming Chen, just like when he was seriously injured and was about to lose his breath, he was focused and persistent.

Such eyes and actions instantly brought Ming Chen back to the memories of the past.

Altaïr always seemed a little cynical, he didn't want to speak up directly, he was always used to getting it around the bush, this is probably one of the reasons why they couldn't make Ming Chen serious in the early days of their relationship, put all the seriousness and truth It's all hidden under a joke-like attitude.

Until Altaïr used his own life to give Mingchen an exact answer, but it was too late then.

They obviously like each other, but no one has ever said it out, until it is impossible to save, only endless regrets are left.

"You did it, Mingchen." Altaïr rubbed Mingchen's fingers with his fingertips, and murmured, "I don't want to have any more regrets."

I don't want to have any more regrets...

Is such a mood necessary for "reborn" personnel?

After Altaïr passed away, Ming Chen also thought, if Altaïr was only seriously injured that day instead of completely closing his eyes, would this man who had walked through the gate of hell once be the first to give in and confess his inner feelings.

They are proud and stubborn people.

"Compared to hearing your belated confession, Altaïr, it is really a pleasant thing to reject you in person."

……

"Have you always looked down on me?"

Two long legs were straddling the railing of the balcony wantonly. Ming Chen was sitting on a comfortable low bed on the balcony outside the house. The night sky was covered with stars and the cool breeze was blowing. Looking from his position, one could see a man running in the night. man.

The red wine glass in his hand reflected O'Sullivan, the man with the scar standing not far behind him. Ming Chen raised the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes were slightly drunk.

The flat tone seemed to be narrating someone else's story: "By selling my body and having sex with my mentor, I got the chance to leave District [-], and got all the teachings from my mentor. Altaïr taught me everything he knew and mastered, But I've always had reservations about you."

"O'Sullivan, I know what you're thinking."

The man whose name was called walked slowly to the balcony. He put his hands on the railing and looked at Altaïr who was running around the grass. He said in a deep voice, "I thought so before."

There is nothing to keep secret now, at their age, after so many things, everything is very open.

O'Sullivan said truthfully: "Until he lost his life because he saved you."

A gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and Ming Chen raised his head and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp: "Altaïr is a eccentric guy, he taught me more and treated me better, for you to find Altaïr and It's amazing to bring him back to life."

Tsk-tsk, O'Sullivan's indifferent voice was like a sharp blade soaked in ice water: "But you walked with He Wenxuan and ignored the matter of Altaïr being kept by He Hongxue .”

O'Sullivan said with a trace of disgust: "You are such a cold and heartless man."

"It sounds like you just met me on the first day. Tell me, O'Sullivan," Mingchen said, "When you, who had a crush on me, saw your most respected and admired mentor sleeping with me, what were you? Feeling, huh?"

"Shut up! You know that was the past, I'm not interested in a man in his 30s now," Wei Wei clenched the handrail, and the somewhat irritated O'Sullivan took a deep breath, filled with cold air. Into his lungs to gradually restore his sanity, he glanced at Ming Chen with a playful face, and said in a deep voice, "Don't use your tricks on me."

"It's just a joke, O'Sullivan." Ming Chen always made people hate him.

This is not a pleasant conversation, at least for O'Sullivan, O'Sullivan is better at action than verbal competition. Sullivan eventually couldn't stand the man and walked away.

Mingchen stayed alone on the balcony and looked at Altaïr who was still exercising. That body had been asleep for too long. Although Altaïr had amazing resilience, it would take a while to recover to his peak. Time intensive training is all it takes, obviously Altaïr doesn't intend to retire from this.

Whether it is He Hongxue's matter or the trouble brought by Phillips, neither he nor Altaïr intends to sit still.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Altaïr, who came back from outside and took a shower, found Ming Chen on the balcony. Ming Chen looked back at his mentor, with a hint of disgust: "You are showing off your belly Muscle?"

Altaïr only wore a pair of jeans, unceremoniously showing off his muscular upper body, the once frozen muscles became as beautiful and strong as ever after more than two months of recovery.

The hair was still wet, Altaïr moved closer to the man, shook his hair vigorously with a smile, splashed water droplets on Ming Chen's body and face, the latter raised his hand to dodge and glared angrily at the same time Tyre.

"Altaïr..."

Apart from anything else, the man who was still laughing stretched out his hands and hugged Mingchen, and pressed him on the low bed on the balcony, like a ferocious beast gnawing at Mingchen's neck.

There was a severe pain in the neck, Ming Chen raised his leg and hit Altaïr's lower abdomen with his knee, pushed the guy away, then reached out and touched his neck, there was a faint bloodstain on his fingertips.

"Are you a dog?" The guy actually bit his skin.

The tip of his tongue lightly licked his lips, and Altaïr, who was kicked to the ground, laughed loudly and simply sat on the ground.

Pressing down on the low bed with one hand, looking at the irritable Ming Chen, Altaïr smiled and said: "Yes, single dog, don't you intend to pity the handsome man who was just dumped?"

"You can go to O'Sullivan."

"I only want you alone." Altaïr's eyes fell on Mingchen's ankle, "A brand new you, you with a completely different appearance, my dear student, you are so indifferent, I feel Never having you, it's like... our previous relationship was all fake."

Mingchen asked: "Do you regret saving me?"

Altaïr smiled suddenly, his eyes were a little gentle: "Never."

Getting off the low bed on the balcony, Mingchen patted Altaïr's shoulder lightly: "Do you think I have changed? Both you and I have changed, Altaïr, time is always moving forward, not Will stop for half a step because of anything."

"I lost you?"

"Maybe it's like you said, never had it." Ming Chen said with a slight smile.

"You are really a cruel man," Altaïr held Mingchen's hand, "How do you plan to repay your kindness?"

"What do you want?" Ming Chen asked.

"This world." His eyes fell on the ring on Ming Chen's hand, Altaïr murmured, "I get the throne, you remove a threat."