Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

On the way back, I heard that there was no more adventure, and I went back home quickly all the way in stealth.

He tried to resist the wind, but found it difficult to hold on for more than half a minute. It was not because of lack of divine power, but because he felt that his feet were a little empty, and he always wanted to fall.

If you put something on it, you shouldn't have this kind of problem anymore.But what to put on it?

Wen Sheng searched for all the things in the house that are suitable for stepping, from brooms to cutting boards, but found that none of them were suitable.The main thing is that he doesn't look normal, even if others don't know who he is, he doesn't want to be seen flying in the sky on something like a cutting board.

Early the next morning, while eating, Wen Sheng was still thinking about this matter. He was staring at the bowl in his hand, considering the possibility of using it as a mount, when he suddenly heard the phone ring.

"Hello? Who is it?" It was a string of unfamiliar numbers.

"It's me, Ming Jian." The voice on the other side was very familiar: "My phone got wet, and I used Ruolin's."

Hearing the sound, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he guessed that he should have just gotten up: "Are you still with her?"

Ming Jian swallowed: "I'll go right away and explain it to Xu Manzhi."

"About the divorce?"

"Yes," Ming Jian was very firm, "She doesn't want to leave me, but she wants to. She doesn't want to see me marry Fang Ruolin, but I want to marry Fang Ruolin."

Wen Sheng pretended not to know: "Did Fang Ruolin tell you something?"

"Ruo Lin is innocent, it was Xu Man who made trouble for no reason."

But in just one night, Ming Jian completely favored Fang Ruolin, it can be seen that she had indeed underestimated her weight in Ming Jian's heart.Fortunately, Fang Ruolin didn't express any obvious dissatisfaction before hearing the sound, and she won't ask again afterwards, "What if I tear my skin apart?"

"The loser will never be me."

"Mingyi will not sit idly by."

"So I'm going to find an excuse to transfer him out of the headquarters."

Wen Sheng paused: "I support your decision."

Ming Jian really breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I'll go now."

After hanging up the phone, he didn't even think about eating after hearing the sound, his mind was a little messed up.

Originally, he had already confirmed the identity of Ming Jian's executioner, but judging from the current situation, no matter in terms of character or situation, Ming Yi was at a disadvantage.

But if it is stated that Yi is the person subject to execution, it does not make sense.The current situation where Ming Jian is being calculated and played by two women really shouldn't be what a person with great luck in the plane should have.

This contradiction cannot be reconciled, and after hearing the sound, I immediately thought of a third possibility——

This lucky man does not belong to either Ming Jian or Ming Yi.In other words, the two Ming brothers are male supporting actors who are being executed.

If so, who is the real "protagonist"?

hum-

The sudden vibration interrupted Wen Sheng's thoughts: "Ming Yi?"

Along with Mingyi's voice was a noisy voice: "There is something I am hesitant to tell you."

Hearing: "What's the matter?"

Ming Yi did not hesitate: "Xu Manzhi is pregnant."

The contradictory reaction of the man and the words caused Wen Sheng to be silent for a long time, and Wen Sheng asked, "Where are you?"

"City East Amusement Park."

"Wait, I'll come find you."

Hearing this, he went out quickly, without even driving the car, and fled directly to the place Ming Yi said.

It only took 2 minutes to hear the sound from the empty room to the entrance of the amusement park full of people.

Ming Yi was sitting on the bench outside the ice cream shop at the entrance, uncharacteristically wearing a refreshing casual outfit, the aqua blue sweater matched the pink and tender giant ice cream model beside him, and the sunlight that was rarely seen in normal times was shining from head to toe .

"You...how are you so fast?" Ming Yi looked at Wen Sheng who suddenly appeared in sight, with a look of astonishment.

Hearing the sound, he touched his pocket, found no cigarettes, and simply told the truth: "It flew over."

"Hey——" Ming Yi laughed loudly, and patted the seat beside him, "I didn't expect you to talk nonsense in a serious manner."

"Why do you come to sit here?" Wen Sheng didn't explain.

"I come here often." Ming Yi stretched his legs and looked at the people coming and going not far away, looking extremely relaxed.

Wen Sheng followed suit, but found nothing worthy of attention: "Does Ming Jian know about Xu Manzhi's pregnancy?"

Mingyi shook his head: "She won't let me speak."

"But you told me anyway."

"Whether you say it or not is your business." Ming Yi: "If Xu Manzhi knew about it, I wouldn't be able to blame it."

Hearing the sound, his eyes lingered on Mingyi for a few more seconds, and found that this boy was more transparent than he thought.

"What's wrong?" Ming Yi noticed his scrutiny.

Wen Sheng: "I was wondering, do you know about the problem between Ming Jian and Xu Man?"

Ming Yi chuckled lightly, revealing the coolness unique to big boys: "You mean the two of them got a divorce?"

"Not only, but also before."

"Physical marriage, I know."

Hearing the sound to test: "If the two of them really broke up because of divorce, shouldn't you be prepared?"

"what to prepare?"

"Ming Jian can't spare the energy to contain you for the time being. If I'm not wrong, you will be in trouble soon."

Mingyi gave him a strange look: "Are you reminding me?"

"A hypothesis."

"Didn't you always stand by Ming Jian's side?" Ming Yi didn't care, "He asked you to test me?"

"It has nothing to do with him." Wen Sheng: "I'm just curious how much you trust me."

Mingyi joked: "I trust you? Is there such a thing? Why don't I know?"

"You didn't have to tell me about Xu Manzhi's pregnancy."

"Maybe I just want you to leak it to Ming Jian? After all, I'm vicious and vicious, and I don't care about the power in his hands for a day or two."

"You won't," Wen Sheng said firmly, "At this time, confronting Ming Jian is tantamount to cutting Ming's flesh and handing it over to others. You will bear it."

"Oh," Ming Yi chuckled, "Not necessarily, it depends on what chips he uses."

"He has something you care about?" Wen Sheng: "Or, people?"

Mingyi didn't speak any more.

After a moment of silence, a small leather ball suddenly rolled towards the two of them.

The owner of the ball was a chubby little boy, he rushed to follow the ball, his feet were a little unsteady because of his anxiety.

Hearing the sound, seeing that he was about to fall, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but saw that Ming Yi was faster than him: "Be careful, the ball won't run away."

When Mingyi returned the ball to the little boy, the boy was still a little dazed, but fortunately, the parents soon appeared: "Qiaoqiu! Please don't run around, you almost bumped into someone again!"

Mingyi explained: "It didn't hit him, he followed the ball."

"Ball? Where did you get the ball?" Then the boy's mother saw the ball: "Qiaoqiu, what did mother tell you? You can't just take things from others, return them to uncle."

"Hmm..." The little boy was not happy, he turned his head and pointed behind him: "Sister's...it ran away."

Following the boy's hand, Ming Yi saw a little girl hiding behind the parent's legs. The girl had two braids and was looking timidly at this side.

He already guessed what was going on: "This ball is not mine, but that little girl's. When your son saw the ball running over, he probably wanted to help someone pick it up."

The boy's mother immediately relaxed: "Oh...so that's the case." She first praised her son, and then warned: "Next time you encounter this kind of thing, you can't run out by yourself. What should I do?"

Ming Yi added in a timely manner: "What if I fall down?"

The boy's mother was a little scared, and patted the boy on the back of the head: "Thank you to uncle, and let's return the ball to sister."

Ming Yi had a bright face: "It's okay to say thank you, just call me brother."

The boy was not afraid of strangers: "Thank you brother." Before turning around, his eyes met the silent hearing voice, and he added naturally: "Thank you uncle."

Hearing: "..."

Ming Yi was stunned for a moment and soon came back to his senses: "Haha! Qiuqiu is so polite!"

Wen Sheng didn't wear a jacket, but only a black wide-line turtleneck sweater. Although it doesn't look old-fashioned with ankle-deep slacks, it exudes the cold aura of a mature man.

The abstinent temperament of mature men is a fatal attraction to women, but to children, there is only pure deterrence left.

Thanks to Wen Sheng's experience in raising children, he didn't scare the little boy too much to talk to him.

But when the mother and son left together, Wen Sheng's face was still a little ugly.Mingyi added fuel to the fire: "Children are the best at telling the truth, it's time for elder brother to take care of himself."

Wen Sheng: "I see you are not so good at joking when you are at home?"

The smile on Ming Yi's face gradually subsided when he heard these words: "Talking too much is not prudent."

"You don't have to learn to be concise."

"I didn't learn from him." Ming Yi defended.

"Then why are you hiding your real self?"

"Growing up means being mature and reticent?" Ming Yi didn't deny it: "Don't you guys like that?"

"Us?" After hearing the sound, he realized that he was referring to several elders in the family, and said slowly: "No, I admire people who have clear plans for themselves. They are determined to make progress but not too persistent, and they are humble and not driven by others."

Ming Yi didn't quite understand: "Just... like Ming Jian?"

"No," Wen Sheng denied, "like you."

Ming Yi didn't seem to believe it: "I'm not as smart as him."

Wen Sheng: "You have your own talent."

"I'm not as thoughtful as he is."

"You don't have to learn to be both ways."

Ming Yi suddenly hesitated: "I... I didn't get along with you for as long as he did."

Hearing the sound is like a stream of kindness: "You still have a long remaining life, enough for you to understand each of us."

Ming Yi said again: "But, you did a good job. Everyone likes you very much."

Wen Sheng looked into his eyes, and found that his pupils were not as dark as in the impression, but a very clear light brown, and he could see to the end at a glance: "So I tried to get rid of this annoying dilemma."

"What?" This was not Ming Yi's expected answer at all.

Hearing the sound, she looked back and stared at the balloon at the door in a daze: "It's really ugly to try to become what others like."

Ming Yi seemed to have realized something, and said to himself: "No one is born to lick dogs."

These words caused Wen Sheng to be vigilant: "So? Who are you licking?"

Ming Yi squinted, "Can't you guess what I'm thinking? Guess."

The answer is not difficult: "Fang Ruolin."

Sure enough, the name had just been uttered, and Ming Yi's pupils shrank when he heard the sound: "I guessed it right."

Mingyi didn't admit it: "Wrong, I pestered her because she is a simple woman, just like I treat you."

Of course I didn't believe it, but I didn't get to the bottom of it.In the blink of an eye, he noticed a corner of the cotton handkerchief protruding from the pocket of Mingyi's sweater: "I didn't see it, but you still carry this kind of thing with you?"

"What?" Ming Yi followed his line of sight and took out the veil: "This?"

The material of the handkerchief is very soft, and the color is also fresh and girly pink. If you look closely, you can still see the fine fluff.

Wen Sheng: "It seems that your taste and appearance are quite different."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have a girlish heart." Ming Yi originally wanted to explain, but suddenly changed the subject in the middle of speaking: "Forget it, the more you explain, the more tired you are. Do you have time to listen to the story?"

"who?"

"a friend."

"Your friend..." Wen Sheng deliberately paused for a moment: "Do I know you?"

"It is not recommended that you get to know each other."

Hearing the sound and nodding: "Tell me."

"Wait a minute," Ming Yi stood up suddenly, "I'm going to buy two cones."

"Ok?"

Before he could react to the sound, Ming Yi had already rushed to the window next to him, but within half a minute he came back holding two cones.

He handed one to Wen Sheng: "Here."

Wen Sheng didn't want to win over his kindness, but ice cream was really not his favorite thing, and frowning was neither a rejection nor a rejection.

"I knew you would hate it," Ming Yi stuffed it to him, "Matcha and yogurt, I asked, these are the two with the lowest sugar content."

When he said this, he heard the sound and suddenly remembered that when Ming Yi was at the window, the clerk really poked his head out and took a look. He heard the sound just now and wondered if he was looking at him, but it turned out that he really was.

Hearing that he was holding an object that he had never lifted before, facing the gazes of passers-by in front of him, he felt a very strange emotion inexplicably in his heart.

Why didn't it rain today?

Just like the heavy rain that Shancai left Daoming Temple.

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