[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

After returning to the room, Minglou took off his disguise in an instant. He threw himself into the sofa and yanked his bow tie twice, which made him feel suffocated.

Mingcheng is like a child who has done something wrong, standing in front of Minglou, staring at his own toes helplessly, occasionally raising his eyes to look at Minglou helplessly, without saying a word.

"Go and look around." After being silent for a while, Ming Lou finally spoke.

Mingcheng took the order, like a soldier who received an order, and quickly set about completing the task.

In just a few minutes, Mingcheng returned to the study.Minglou was pacing back and forth in the room, which was his habit when he was thinking. When he heard Mingcheng push the door in, he stopped and looked at Mingcheng.

"I've seen it, there are people watching outside the mansion." Mingcheng stared at Minglou nervously, and asked anxiously, "Brother, what should I do?"

Minglou stretched out his hand to wrap Mingcheng's trembling fist tightly clenched at the trouser line, and pulled him into his arms, just like comforting the boy who was full of fear when he was a child, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, there is Big brother is here." He raised his other hand to stroke Mingcheng's back, "We still have a way to go, but this is the only way to go. I'm just afraid you will suffer."

"This is my fault, don't worry, I can stand it." Mingcheng closed his eyes, absorbing the heat from Minglou's body, which would make him feel the most sense of security.

"Okay." Minglou patted Mingcheng on the back encouragingly, pulled him to the sofa and sat down, and said slowly, "At this moment, we can only use the whereabouts of poisonous bees as bait for this watch. Invent a new master."

"But the poisonous bee has been away from Shanghai for several months? Will Yoko Nantian believe that he has reappeared?" Mingcheng frowned and asked with some uncertainty.

"Nantian has been fighting against the poisonous bee for two years. For two years, she has been trying to catch this opponent she has never met but has never succeeded, and she has been punished for it. Now, we can only give her conclusive evidence of the existence of the poisonous bee, and give her Her hope of catching the poisonous bee is the only way to delay your exposure." Minglou is more aware of human psychology than Mingcheng, and it is precisely because of frequent setbacks by the poisonous bee that Nantian is obsessed with the poisonous bee, and they want to use it What is her obsession.Minglou ordered Mingcheng in a low voice, "Call Nantian now and give her what she wants."

"Brother..." Mingcheng looked at Minglou beggingly with his wet eyes.This is indeed a feasible method, but the probability of success is not [-]%, what if Nantian doesn't trust him?Minglou is betting Mingcheng's safety with his own safety.Mingcheng knew what the safer way was. He went to memorize this matter and get rid of Minglou's relationship. It happened that in Nantian's eyes, his relationship with Minglou had already existed in name only, and it was not difficult.Even though Nantian still doubted Minglou, it didn't matter, she never stopped doubting Minglou anyway.

Minglou knew what he wanted to say, he shook his head lightly, and told Mingcheng, "That's the only way." He didn't want Mingcheng to think about this matter so pessimistically, so he comforted him, "Now it's time to take the initiative and take the initiative. You are still in our hands, and you want to cheat Nantian of your trust. As long as tonight, Nantian gives up his plan to arrest you, we can make this dead game go."

Mingcheng nodded with difficulty, and finally made up his mind to dial the number.

Hearing Mingcheng's bright tone, after successfully luring Nantian into taking the bait, Minglou closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, finally letting go of his hanging heart, he knew that his plan was half successful , one of Nantian's feet has stepped into the trap he set.

Putting down the phone, Mingcheng knew that his life had been temporarily saved, and all of this was in exchange for Minglou's own safety.Mingcheng blamed himself so much, he walked over, knelt in front of Minglou, buried his face in Minglou's palm, and said guiltily, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Minglou held Mingcheng's face in both hands, looked straight into his eyes, and seemed to want to burn this sentence into Mingcheng's bones, "I never want to hear the word 'sorry' again."

How could Mingcheng not know what Minglou wanted to hear, he raised his jaw slightly, and kissed Minglou's plump lower lip.

Minglou bit him as punishment, then pulled Mingcheng to sit on his lap, kissed him back hard, swallowed his painful whisper, and the sound that disappeared in the night but was engraved on the "I love you" on the ribs.

Minglou once thought that one day he might lose Mingcheng, or that Mingcheng would lose him, but he never imagined that he would suffer so much at that moment.

He tightened his arms, and firmly locked Mingcheng on his chest, as if he would never lose this person.

The overstretched arm made Mingcheng feel tight pain in his chest, but he didn't make a sound or resisted a little to let Minglou let go.He knew in his heart that he was not the only one who was frightened, and Minglou was no different.It's just that Minglou needs to disguise himself even more. When Mingcheng is at a loss, Minglou is willing to pretend to be indestructible so as to become Mingcheng's reliance.

Mingcheng was grateful in his heart, and kissed Minglou more and more tenderly. He knelt on both sides of Minglou's body with his knees apart. The reason for his sitting position was half a head higher than Minglou's. He lowered his head and kissed Minglou, his slender fingers Flexibly unbutton Minglou's tie, and then the buttons, from top to bottom.

Minglou was obviously much more impatient than Mingcheng. He roughly tore off Mingcheng's belt, and pulled off his trousers, revealing his round buttocks. The buttocks are more upright.Minglou kneaded it a few times at first, and his skin immediately became light red, and then he patted it nearly ten times in succession, and Mingcheng's buttocks became a little swollen.Minglou's hand strength has always been strong, especially now that he is venting his emotions again.

Mingcheng felt that he might have a tendency to be abused, otherwise he would feel even more excited when Minglou treated him so roughly.Just this moment of distraction was caught by Minglou, who gave him a dissatisfied glance, and bit his collarbone punitively, leaving an obvious tooth mark.

This made Mingcheng even more excited. For the first time, he felt that he seemed a little... lewd?He was taken aback by his own thought, and hurriedly comforted himself, perhaps because Minglou was a powerful aphrodisiac to him.Thinking this way, he let go a little more, and Mingcheng swung his waist slightly, rubbing against the bulge of Minglou's crotch.

"Brother..." Mingcheng lay beside Minglou's ear, hinting in a low voice, "The things are in the bedside table."

When Minglou heard this, his eyes darkened immediately. He supported Mingcheng and stood up. Mingcheng's suit pants slid to the floor. There was a dull sound when the metal buckle of his belt collided with the wooden board. Mingcheng lifted his foot from the pants. Stepping out, he turned his back to Minglou, walked to the bedside table, bent down, and rummaged through the drawer for the hidden lubricating fluid.

But Minglou only had Mingcheng's bare lower limbs in his eyes.The originally fair skin was now flushed by self-beating, and the already upturned buttocks looked fuller because of the slight swelling.

Minglou walked behind Mingcheng, and neatly unbuttoned his belt and trousers. He grabbed Mingcheng's waist with one hand, squeezed his crotch into the gap between his buttocks, and pressed Mingcheng's waist with the other hand. nape of neck.

Unprepared, Mingcheng put half of his face on the counter, and he tried to look at Minglou with some surprise.

Minglou bent down, his lips touched Mingcheng's ear, and warm breath sprayed into his ear canal.

Mingcheng thought that his ears probably couldn't hear Minglou's voice anymore, he just felt the different fluctuating airflow brought by every vibration of Minglou's vocal cords.

"Listen to me, your life is mine. I didn't let you die, so you are not allowed to sacrifice. Even if you are disabled, useless, crazy, or stupid, you have to live for me."

Minglou's tone suddenly became gentle again, "I support you, and I will support you for the rest of my life."

Mingcheng's neck suddenly felt a chill, as if something flowed out of Minglou's eyes.