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Ming Chen and He Wenxuan sat face to face on the spacious balcony in the bedroom facing the sea. A large bowl of beef brisket noodles was enough for the two of them to share. He Wenxuan even bought some extra beef brisket, braised pork feet and porridge. A hearty and extraordinarily delicious breakfast.

Ming Chen ate his noodles slowly, listening to He Wenxuan most of the time, occasionally asking questions with interest or curiosity.

"Tyrell has a nickname: King of Agents."

This is not the first time that He Wenxuan has eaten with Ming Chen, but it is the first time that this man can even eat soup and noodles with an elegant taste. He Wenxuan suddenly discovered that in the past few years he In fact, I don't know much about Mingchen, and I rarely observe him carefully and quietly like now.

In the past, Mingchen was a man who exuded the aura of "don't come near me" anytime and anywhere, a man who didn't like to go out, a man who avoided them all as much as possible.

"Since he is an agent, why did he kill so many members of the Black family, or was he ordered by some secret agency?" Ming Chen asked curiously.

What does Little Blake, who slipped through the net, want to seek revenge from him?It doesn't look like it, the tiny details of the contact with little Black gradually formed a cobweb that has just taken shape, Mingchen has a vague intuition, but he is never a person who makes rash judgments, and needs to continue to observe.

He Wenxuan shook his head: "He is a maverick. Although he is an agent in name, his loyalty to the government is very low. The government will not allow such people to exist."

"Everything he did can't be understood with common sense. I've only heard about Tyrell, but I haven't really seen it. Although I don't know why he suddenly shot and killed so many people in the Black family, but since He disappeared after the accident, and judging from the information on the checklist, Tyrell was terminally ill and would not survive three months, which may be one of the reasons for his madness."

"Sounds like a dangerous and mysterious man, can we find him?" Ming Chen took a sip of apple juice.

"If Tyrell doesn't want to be found, no one can find him. There is no need to help Little Black find Tyrell." It is just an expression of goodwill to Little Black, and it is not worth He Wenxuan's excessive effort. The price, he continued, "It just so happens that Wenhan also has news about Tyrell, and he will arrive the day after tomorrow."

Suddenly looking up at Ming Chen, He Wenxuan said considerately: "If you don't want to see him, you can temporarily stay in the lakeside villa in the forest park for two days."

News from Tyrell?This is what Ming Chen is interested in.

Ming Chen shook his head: "I'm not that fragile, not to mention it's impossible for me to avoid him for the rest of my life."

Smiling and lowering his head, the sunshine that gradually filled the city and the sea cast sparkles in his eyes, with a trace of helplessness, and he had to accept the forbearance of the established future.

"I'm sorry..." Holding Ming Chen's hand, this was probably the first time He Wenxuan said a word of apology. He couldn't force himself to lie to Ming Chen. He couldn't change the current situation alone.

He Wenxuan couldn't change the rules that He Hongxue made, couldn't change the reality that Ming Chen would leave his side in a week, and couldn't change the fact that Ming Chen would have to linger in the lives of the three brothers again and again.

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's been like this for the past few years. I can adapt to it in the future, right?" Ming Chen smiled, but they all knew that Ming Chen had just returned from hell just over a month ago. The door was salvaged back.

Ming Chen half-jokingly said: "I guess you guys will get bored in a few years. Promise me that if I get old, at least don't throw me on the street, huh?"

"Of course not, I will never let you go." He Wenxuan held Mingchen's hand even tighter. He would rather the man in front of him get angry at him, or look at him with pleading eyes like before, or Don't act like you're doing now and pretend there's nothing wrong with it.

Holding the man's hand and gently rubbing his cheeks, He Wenxuan held Mingchen's hand in both hands and kissed the man's fingertips, again and again, the sweetness that penetrated into the heart like nectar made people feel like Wu's fragrance trembles slightly, and in the end, I will linger on the sweetness on my lips and relish it again and again.

Emergency room, critical illness notification, He Wenxuan still remembers the red light that was on outside the operating room door when he rushed to the hospital that day.

The man in the intensive care unit was in a coma for a long time, and through the transparent glass, he could only see Mingchen lying quietly on the white hospital bed, as if he had just fallen into a beautiful dream.

He Hongxue did not show up at the hospital from the beginning to the end, and He Wenhan stayed outside the ward all day long. He Wenxuan couldn't explain what he felt at that time, a strange, belated and dull faint regret.