[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

Minglou hastily pushed open the door of the meeting room next door, Mingcheng was the only person in the room, and he was sitting on a chair and slightly moving his left arm.

"How's it going?" Minglou closed the door tightly, walked quickly to Mingcheng and asked.

"Brother, don't worry, it's done." Mingcheng smiled and stood up with a relaxed look on his face.

Minglou glared at him, and said angrily, "Of course I'm not worried about this. I'm asking you, how is the wound?"

Suddenly, Mingcheng knew that Minglou was worried about his gunshot wound.Although the wound was bleeding a lot, Mingcheng had received two injections of painkillers in the ambulance before. He still couldn't feel the pain at this time, so he shook his head and said, "Two injections, nothing serious."

Minglou knew that Mingcheng's personality was very tolerant, and he wouldn't show it even if he was sweating from the pain, but since he had received two injections of painkillers, it must be that the pain was severe. Although he didn't feel much right now, but wait The effect of the medicine wears off, at least for this night I will definitely not be able to sleep.

Although he was extremely confident in his marksmanship, Mingcheng was the one who suffered the injury, and Minglou was still uneasy. He reached out to untie Mingcheng's bow tie to see his injuries, but Mingcheng held his hand.

Mingcheng's right hand gently but firmly grasped Minglou's hand, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said firmly, "Brother, it's fine, let's see when we go home."

Minglou and Mingcheng looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally compromised. He sighed softly, put his hands down slowly, and said, "Come back to the next door with me to meet Wang Manchun."

"Okay." Mingcheng nodded.

Mingcheng followed Minglou into the lounge next door. Wang Manchun was getting up and about to leave. Minglou hurried forward to meet him, handed the small medicine bottle in his hand to Wang Manchun, and said with a worried expression, "Manchun! , take this medicine as soon as possible, and then take it with you.”

Mingcheng stood behind Minglou. He bowed to Wang Manchun and apologized, "I'm sorry, Chief Wang, I was late to get the medicine."

"You still have the nerve to say it!" Ming Lou turned his face to the back and said angrily.

"Brother, it's Section Chief Nantian who is domineering, so don't blame Ah Cheng. I'm much better now, so hurry up and prepare for the meeting later." Minglou's concern and attention to Wang Manchun made her feel happy, and she saw Minglou again. Cheng's complexion was not very good, he guessed that he was scolded severely by Ming Lou, thinking that Ming Lou scolded Ah Cheng because of himself in the final analysis, so he spoke to smooth things over.

"Almost forgot." Minglou clapped his hands, looked at Wang Manchun gratefully with a look of sudden memory, then turned around and yelled at Mingcheng in a low voice, "Why do you think I'm raising you! My business, Wang Manchun The director remembers it better than you."

"I'm sorry, sir." Mingcheng bowed even lower, and his voice also weakened.

Minglou glared at him again, then turned around and took Wang Manchun's thin white fingers, telling him worriedly, "You have a good rest, don't go to work today, then I'm going to a meeting."

Wang Manchun nodded obediently, and said with a smile, "Got it."

Minglou walked in front of Mingcheng and pushed open the door of the meeting room next door for him. Mingcheng felt that he was a little too cautious, but it was just a gunshot wound, so he glanced at Minglou resentfully, but was ignored by Minglou.

"Has the finishing work started?" There were still more than ten minutes before the meeting at three o'clock, and the two of them had some free time, so Minglou had time to ask in detail.

"People have been arranged to live in those two apartments. Their task is to destroy evidence and cover up their tracks." Mingcheng replied that he had just received news that the finishing team had successfully implemented the plan.

Minglou thought about it for a while, and was about to continue asking, when Mingcheng smiled and said to him, "The army hospital's dispatch records have also been cleared, and they are all done according to the instructions of the eldest brother, don't worry."

After hearing this, Minglou let out a long sigh of relief, and nodded reassuringly.

These many days and nights of worrying and fear can finally come to an end.He didn't tell Mingcheng that since Yoko Nantian stared at Mingcheng, Minglou often woke up in the middle of the night. He dreamed that he was walking alone in the dark. Heart, even his family is wondering if he is really a traitor, and he can't tell them that his youth, his talents, his life and even his lies are dedicated to this land.When he woke up from the nightmare, he felt a warm hand beside him, so he could pat his chest and tell himself—fortunately, this was just a dream.

Minglou walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of fine red wine, which was privately stored in the Zhou mansion and might not be available elsewhere.He took a sip into the two glasses in front of him, handed one of the goblets to Mingcheng, and said provocatively, "I was injured just now, do you dare to drink?"

After solving Nantian, Mingcheng was in a good mood, how could he admit defeat? He took the wine glass, raised it towards Minglou, and said, "It's done, we should celebrate it." After finishing speaking, he raised his head and took a big gulp .Alcohol stimulated the already numb wound, causing him to grin his teeth and gasp in pain, "Hiss..."

Although Minglou was also drinking with his head up, his eyes were still on Mingcheng. Seeing that he was in such pain, Minglou gave him a hard look, snatched the wine glass over, and yelled at him, "I can't drink you! And brave."

Mingcheng curled his lips, not daring to contradict Minglou, thinking that it wasn't you who provoked me, but he insisted in a low voice, "I didn't say it hurts."

"You don't hurt, I hurt!" Minglou raised his hand and cut the back of Mingcheng's head, and then asked worriedly, "Do you want to go to a small clinic for treatment?"

Mingcheng shook his head, smiled and comforted Minglou, "It's okay, although I bled a lot, but I didn't hurt my muscles and bones, and someone already bandaged me in the ambulance."

Minglou was still worried, frowned and said, "I'll sew it up for you when I get home."

Mingcheng nodded and agreed.

"As soon as Nantian dies, someone will take over the super high class immediately, and our real opponent will arrive." Yoko Nantian is just a checkpoint, and the problem behind her is the problem.

"Brother, there is still a wolf in our family. Do you want to tell elder sister that Aunt Gui is a lone wolf?" In public and private, Mingcheng is extremely sensitive to Aunt Gui's existence. When she is mentioned, Mingcheng can't help it. Frown.

"No," Ming Lou rejected the proposal, "Elder Sister is too emotional, and has too little experience in fighting against the enemy. Anyway, Lone Wolf will not make any dangerous actions at home, unless it is absolutely necessary, don't let Eldest Sister know. "

"But now that Nantian is dead, the only one Lone Wolf can rely on is Wang Manchun."

"You must not underestimate the enemy." Minglou quickly warned Mingcheng, "Once a person encounters great pressure, he will become more sensitive. Assassinating Nantian will definitely alarm Wang Manchun and Lone Wolf. When Suzhou comes back, we will try to further gain her trust."

"Alas..." Hearing what Minglou said, Mingcheng sighed sadly, "I perform every day outside, and I still have to act when I get home. These days are really sad..."

Minglou laughed, straightened Mingcheng's bow tie, and said, "You're okay, I'm with you."

Mingcheng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, he looked down at the watch on his left wrist, and reminded Minglou, "The news of Nantian's assassination will come soon, let's play this scene first." .”

Minglou nodded, turned around and walked towards the door. When he came to the door, he stroked his hair again and turned around to ask Mingcheng, "How's your hairstyle?"

Mingcheng looked at it carefully for a moment, and said pretending to be serious, "It really looks like a traitor."

Minglou pointed at Mingcheng's nose with his finger, and said angrily, "Now you are like Mingtai, speaking more and more unruly."

Mingcheng looked innocent, "We're just talking frankly."

Ming Lou turned his hands away, poised his face, and assumed the posture of a brother, "Looks like I'm going to clean up the family tradition like my elder sister." As soon as the words fell, he leaned forward and bit Mingcheng's lips with a smile.

The soft touch was only for a moment, and Minglou had already turned around and opened the door, putting on an official smile and waving to the reporters waiting outside the door.

Mingcheng was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses and raised his legs to follow.Looking at the back who was only two steps away from him, he couldn't help but smile slightly.