[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

As soon as Ming Lou entered the Zhou mansion, he was stopped by Yoko Nantian.

Nantian Yoko is the section chief of the Special Advanced Section of the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters in Japan.

Minglou and Mingcheng exchanged glances, and they both understood what to do.

Nantian invited Minglou into the room, but blocked Mingcheng from the door. Minglou, who guessed Nantian's intentions, told Mingcheng, "Then wait for me outside."

"Yes." Mingcheng nodded and bowed, looking like a loyal servant.

Yoko Nantian first talked with Minglou about the "security matters of the peace conference", but Minglou pushed them back as if doing Tai Chi, and finally got to the point when Minglou got up and was about to leave.

"I want to talk to you about your personal assistant, Cheng." Nantian called to stop Minglou.

Everything went as expected, Minglou sneered in his heart, still showing a puzzled expression on his face, he spread his hands and asked, "Does he have any questions?"

Nan Tian laughed, "He is excellent, I read his resume, and I admire him very much. If you need to find a better and more suitable position for Ah Cheng in the new government, I can help."

"No need." Minglou firmly refused.

"Just one sentence."

"I said no." Ming Lou was already a little angry at this time, "Ah Cheng came to my Ming family when he was ten years old, drank the water from the Ming family, ate the food from the Ming family, grew up in the Ming family, and his elder brother is like his father. .In the Ming family, I still have the final say. And if Ms. Nantian wants to use my Ming family, at least I have to agree."

Minglou's words are emotional and reasonable, but they also imply coercion, which makes Yoko Nantian look petty when she gets angry, and makes herself feel uncomfortable when she is not angry. But due to Minglou's identity, she can only suppress her anger. "I took the liberty."

Minglou laughed, "Section Chief Nantian is a smart man." After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the room.

Even if they go out and stand outside the car, Minglou and Mingcheng can't relax their vigilance and continue to act, because you don't know where there will be a pair of malicious eyes staring at you, especially when they are standing in front of you. The center of the enemy circle.

"Nan Tian has started to win you over." Sitting in the car, Ming Lou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming out of the Zhou mansion, as soon as he entered the car, Mingcheng recounted to Minglou the private conversation he had left behind by Yoko Nantian after Minglou left the room.

Mingcheng snorted, "As we expected before, she thought there was a rift between us and she could sneak in." He raised his eyes to look at Minglou's face in the rear car mirror, "After all, I am standing Outside the door, you can clearly hear how big brother 'blocked' my official career."

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Minglou, who knew every strand of Mingcheng's hair like the palm of his hand, slightly opened his closed eyes, waiting for Mingcheng to say something "amazing".

"Yes, I grew up drinking the water of the Ming family and eating the food of the Ming family, but it's as if I sold myself to the Ming family." Mingcheng pretended to complain while peeking at the expression of Minglou sitting in the back seat. , but saw that Minglou seemed to have heard nothing, with his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Mingcheng sneaked a few more glances unwillingly, but Minglou still didn't react at all, just when Mingcheng was about to feel bored and give up, he heard a lazy and deep voice behind him—"Your butt doesn't hurt anymore? "

How could the butt not hurt, Mingcheng even had a thicker cushion today, he curled his lips and fell silent, only dared to slander a few words, not daring to challenge Minglou again.

The journey was smooth, and when the car was almost at the hotel, Mingcheng said "thank you" abruptly.

When he said this, his expression was soft, he didn't know what he recalled, and there was a gentle smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

He didn't explain why he was grateful, but how could Minglou not understand.

What can I be thankful for.

Thank you Minglou for saving my life, thank you Minglou for bringing me back to the Ming family, thank you Minglou for cultivating me, thank you Minglou for having the same beliefs as me, and even thank Minglou for understanding myself better than anyone else.

Minglou didn't speak, but Mingcheng knew he heard it, because he clearly saw that the corners of Minglou's lips curled up in the rear mirror.

Back at the hotel, Mingcheng went to hang up his coat and tidy his suit jacket so it wouldn't get wrinkled.When he finished his work, he looked at Minglou again, he was still half asleep and half awake while he was leaning on the sofa.

Knowing that Minglou's pressure will only be greater or less than his own, Mingcheng takes a blanket from the cabinet and gently covers him, not wanting to disturb him.

Minglou still opened his eyes, looking up at Mingcheng in a daze, "What? I fell asleep."

Mingcheng smiled at him, tucked the corner of the quilt, "Go to sleep for a while."

"Then you stay with me for a while." Minglou took his hand and let him sit on the single sofa next to him, while he changed his posture, lay down on the couch and closed his eyes.

Mingcheng let him hold his hand, not daring to move.

He knew that Minglou was too tired, and it was even worse after returning to Shanghai. The two of them were like walking a tightrope every day. If he took a wrong step, Minglou would hold him back, but Minglou, he was not allowed to make mistakes.

Only after confirming that Minglou was fast asleep did Mingcheng carefully withdraw his hand.Minglou went to bed without dinner, and when he woke up, he probably needed something to eat.

Mingcheng, who was boiling water, suddenly heard Minglou's babbling, hurriedly and with uncontrollable panic, he walked over quickly with a water glass in his hand, and saw that Minglou had sat up and was pressing his temple.

"Brother, are you okay?" Mingcheng asked anxiously.

"It's okay, give me the medicine." Minglou even spoke lightly, but he didn't look like he was okay.

Mingcheng hastily poured out two painkillers, handed them to Minglou, brought the water to his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother, did you dream about Mingtai?"

Minglou turned to look at him, "Did I just... talk in my sleep?"

Mingcheng nodded.

Mentioning Mingtai, Minglou's brows furrowed even tighter, "I can't sleep well when I think of Mingtai going to be alone in danger."

Mingcheng patted Minglou's thigh lightly, and comforted him, "Don't worry too much. Trust Mingtai, he will be able to break out by himself."

Knowing that it was useless to worry, and thinking of the dream he just had, Minglou couldn't help but sigh, "Yeah, we have to come out step by step, Mingtai must learn to fire the first shot."

Mingcheng sat on the couch instead, and Minglou lay down on his lap as a pillow.He skillfully massaged the acupuncture points on Minglou's head to relieve Minglou's headache.This technique of hand massage was something he specially learned when he learned that Minglou's headaches were getting worse when they were abroad.

"Brother...there is no news from Mingtai."

Minglou seemed to be more comfortable being pressed, and the effect of the medicine also increased, and the pain subsided a lot. He let out a long sigh of relief, "At this time, no news is good news."

hope so.

Mingcheng prayed silently in his heart, there is nothing he can do in this situation, everything depends on Mingtai's choice.He breathed a sigh of relief, came back to his senses, and concentrated on giving Minglou a massage, "I've ordered dinner at the hotel, let's get up and have a little later."

"I don't have much appetite." Minglou lazily felt Mingcheng's slightly cool fingertips moving up and down his acupoints with moderate strength, taking away the sharp pain, "I kind of want to eat your cooking."

The food in the hotel is the same, no matter how exquisite it is, it is not as good as the warmth at home.Thinking of going home, Minglou felt his head ache again, "When I finish the handover work, I have to talk to my eldest sister quickly, so that we can go home as soon as possible."

When "big sister" was mentioned, Mingcheng also felt a bit of a headache, "I think you have to hurry up on this matter. Big sister is not in Shanghai now, if she finds you first, the small ancestral hall at home will be open for you at any time."

The two people on the eldest sister's side, who didn't know how to explain it, sighed in unison.