[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

23

Mingcheng parked the car on the side of the road and bought a newspaper from a newspaper vendor. He glanced at it, returned to the driver's seat, held up the newspaper and read, "Today's front page headline, Black Friday." After reading the title, he Pass the newspaper to Ming Lou in the back seat.

"Arbitrary." Minglou took the newspaper and quickly read the contents.

Mingcheng sneered, and said sarcastically while putting on black leather gloves, "This news is faster than No. 76's reaction."

Minglou closed the newspaper, leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, and said, "Let's go."

"Going to No. 76?" Ming Lou put on his gloves and held the steering wheel.

"No." Ming Lou still closed his eyes and paused, "Go find Wang Manchun."

"Yes." Mingcheng glanced at Minglou from the rear mirror, and started the car.

*

When Minglou opened his eyes, the car had already parked on the side of a boulevard. Mingcheng handed him the soda in his hand, and pouted forward, "Wang Manchun should be running here at this time."

Minglou took the soda and was about to walk forward when Mingcheng grabbed his arm. Standing behind him, Mingcheng plucked the hair that was lying on the back of his head, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what do you want to say?" Yet?"

Minglou said "Yes", "If Wang Manchun can be persuaded to leave here, then we will undoubtedly reduce a strong resistance."

"If not?" Mingcheng continued to ask.

"I won't let anyone stop us from realizing our faith." Minglou didn't hesitate, he just said very firmly, seeing that Mingcheng had lost his voice, he turned around and smiled to tease him, "Why? Are you afraid that I will soften my heart? ?”

Mingcheng shook his head, he wasn't afraid of Minglou's heart softening, because he knew he couldn't, he was afraid of Minglou's heartache.No matter what it is now, when he and Wang Manchun were still young, when the Wang family hadn't murdered the Ming family, why didn't they just make green plums?

Mingcheng patted Minglou's collar, leaned against his ear, and said softly, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Minglou raised his hand and shook Mingcheng's finger on his shoulder, took out the saber in his pocket and opened the cap of the soda bottle, making a "boo", folded the saber back into his pocket, and strode away.

*

Wang Manchun didn't listen to the persuasion, no matter whether Minglou understood it with reason or with emotion, Minglou and Mingcheng were not surprised by this result.Since they returned to Shanghai from Paris and saw the current executioner Wang Manchun, the ending seems to have been settled.

Mingcheng drove Minglou home, the two of them talked very little along the way, Minglou still closed his eyes and fell asleep, Mingcheng didn't know whether to ask, hesitating, the car drove into the yard of Ming mansion.

Mingcheng got out of the car first and opened the door for Minglou. Minglou sat in the back seat and opened his eyes for a while before getting out of the car.

Mingcheng heard Minglou who brushed past him whisper, "The 'Shuangchun Project' is officially launched." He closed the car door vigorously, making a "bang", and covered by this sound—"Yes. "

*

"Brother." Mingcheng pushed open the door of the study and came in, conveying the notice he had just obtained from his superiors to Minglou—to intercept the deployment plan of the Japanese army's third war zone as soon as possible.

"Military orders are like a mountain, and actions must be foolproof." Minglou stood up from behind the desk in deep thought, and paced back and forth in the study.

Mingcheng looked a little embarrassed, and reminded in a low voice, "We only have one week, and the pressure is very high."

"The task must be completed." Ming Lou turned around and looked at him with a firm tone.As a soldier, Minglou cannot disobey military orders, and the battle ahead does not have time for Minglou to make more arrangements, "We have no choice."

Mingcheng nodded, brows furrowed.

Minglou softened his tone after seeing him, "Do you think they are sure?"

Mingcheng thought for a while and replied, "It's hard to say, they are not very familiar with the objectives of this mission." The Mingtai team had never been in contact with the Japanese consulate, and there was no time and opportunity for them to explore the terrain to find out the details.

Minglou sighed softly, and told Mingcheng, "Think of a way and help them."

*

In the afternoon, Minglou stayed at home to work, while Mingcheng went out.

The sun outside the window was dazzling, it seemed to be hot, but in fact it was just a little bit of warmth that made people lazy. Minglou turned his head to look at it for a while, and then remembered the days in Paris - in the leisure afternoon, he held Mingcheng bathed in the warm sun and took an afternoon nap.

As if the picture appeared in front of his eyes, he got up a little distracted, picked up the pen and put it down, back and forth several times, finally let go of the pen in his hand, put away the documents on the table, and prepared to go to bed for a nap.

So when Mingcheng came back, he saw Minglou taking a nap.

After returning to Shanghai, Mingcheng seldom saw Minglou take the initiative to rest. He always tensed himself up, which made Mingcheng a little worried.He tiptoed over, pinching the corner of the quilt to tuck Minglou tightly, but Minglou grabbed his hand.

In fact, Minglou woke up the moment Mingcheng pushed open the door. He squinted his eyes, and seeing that it was Mingcheng, he closed his eyes again and let himself fall asleep.

Minglou opened his eyes and saw Mingcheng holding an envelope in the other hand, so he half sat up from the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, moved to the middle of the bed, and pulled Mingcheng to sit beside him.

Mingcheng handed the envelope to Minglou, "This is a letter written by Wang Fuqi to Kenji Aoki, the economic advisor of the War Guidance Section. It was intercepted by the Zhongtong and transferred." He sat on the edge of the bed and took off the scarf with one hand, Minglou Lou held his coat by the back collar so he could take it off.

Mingcheng put the coat he had taken off on the chair beside the bed, took off his shoes, and shrank into Minglou's bed.The blanket was warm, which made Mingcheng, whose nose was flushed from the cold just outside, curl up comfortably like a cat, resting his head on the softest belly of Minglou's body, muttering in a nasal voice, "Brother, you really guessed it right. Wang Fuqu has always been worried about you. He wants to invite Japanese economists to come to Shanghai to preside over the overall situation."

Minglou held Mingcheng in his arms, and rubbed Mingcheng's stiff hair with his hands, as if he was smoothing the fur of his big cat.Minglou read the letter in his hand, felt Mingcheng's anger, smiled, and turned to caress Mingcheng's soft earlobe, "This is all secondary, he still wants to find out about me in the end, he always remembers me He is a child of the enemy's family, and he is afraid that raising a tiger will bring trouble."

Mingcheng felt comfortable being touched by Minglou, and the blanket was warm. He felt a wave of heat rising from his body. He lazily rubbed against Minglou's body, and muttered, "Fortunately, Mingtai killed him."

*

It's like being in Paris.

Minglou's thoughts drifted away, and he immediately left Wang Fuqu behind. He lifted Mingcheng's chin, and suddenly lowered his head to kiss it.Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized, he opened his mouth cooperatively, his slightly cool fingers unbuttoned Minglou's shirt and stretched in.Minglou's skin was numb from the ice, but he felt even more irritated.

The lust that has not been vented since the beginning of the new year gradually rises and slowly fills the entire room.

Different from Mingcheng's room, Minglou's room would not even come in without permission.Mingcheng became bold. He bent down, untied Minglou's belt, and put his hand in. After rubbing it a few times, Minglou's desire arose.