[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

With a "bang", the bullet passed by Minglou's ear, and Mingtai shot the frame of "Homeland" painted by Mingcheng behind Minglou.

The oil painting "clanged" to the ground.Minglou's brain buzzed continuously. He covered his left ear and sighed softly, "He's going to fire this shot sooner or later. Now it's all right. It's going to keep ringing in his head tonight."

Everything happened so fast, Mingcheng was at a loss for a moment, he pointed his gun at Mingtai, for fear that he would do something drastic again, but his eyes could not help but glance at Minglou, wanting to check if he had nothing.

"You're good at marksmanship." Minglou put down his left hand covering his ears, turned to Mingtai and teased.

"I want to know why!" Mingtai pointed a gun at Minglou and asked.

"No reason." Minglou answered him calmly.

"Why are you lying!"

"Aren't you lying?" Ming Lou asked back.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Mingtai became more excited as he spoke, he took a step forward.

Seeing the timing right, Minglou threw the pistol that had been grabbed from Mingtai to Mingcheng.Mingtai, who was deprived of his weapon and still not calmed down, simply fought with Minglou with his bare hands.

Seeing that Mingtai no longer had a deadly weapon in his hand, Mingcheng felt relieved. He left the fighting range of the two, picked up an apple that was thrown flying on the ground, and gnawed it, watching the two brothers as if watching a play. Fighting childishly, feeling sorry for the furniture that Mingtai threw all over the floor.

Minglou and Mingtai came and went, refusing to give in to each other, until finally both of them lay exhausted on the ground and gasped heavily.

"Okay, okay, calm down." Mingcheng saw that the two of them finally stopped, so he stepped forward to be a peacemaker, "Get up." He reached out to help Mingtai, but Mingtai turned sideways hide away.

Mingcheng's hand was empty, and he accidentally pulled his left shoulder so that it hurt. Minglou quickly got up to support Mingcheng, and remembered the matter of Mingtai pushing Mingcheng just now, and his anger rushed to his heart again. Staring at Mingtai, he seemed about to get angry again.

Mingcheng didn't want the two of them to fight again, so he rushed in front of Minglou and said, "If you have something to say, talk about it. Look at what this family has become? Things aren't bought with money?" He looked at Minglou. Lou, "It's smashed like this, big sister, come back and explain?" Then he turned to Mingtai, "A thief broke into the house?" attention.

Sure enough, Minglou immediately felt distressed, and was no longer in a hurry to scold Mingtai. He just supported Mingcheng and walked to his room, "Don't worry about that, let's deal with the wound first."

Mingcheng turned his head and took a look at Mingtai, seeing that he was standing there with his head down and didn't respond, so he sighed and followed Minglou back to the house.

Minglou closed the door casually, helped Mingcheng to sit on the single sofa, and sat on the coffee table opposite him. He took off Mingcheng's suit jacket, and saw that the blood stains on Mingcheng's shoulders had already stained his white shirt. He couldn't help frowning, feeling more and more distressed, and said bitterly, "This kid! No matter how big or small, he even dares to hurt you. Let's see how I deal with him later!"

"Okay, haven't you already had a fight with him, just calm down." Mingcheng persuaded in a slow voice.

Minglou raised his eyes and glanced at Mingcheng, as if he was a little annoyed that Mingcheng was so used to Mingtai.He gently unbuttoned Mingcheng's shirt and asked him, "If Mingtai really wanted to shoot me just now, would you have shot first?"

Mingcheng's body stiffened for a moment, and he asked in embarrassment, "Why would you ask such a question? Mingtai won't really hurt you."

"You once told me that no matter what happens in the future, he will not hurt me." Minglou said flatly, "I didn't understand what you meant at the time, but just now, I seem to understand suddenly. "

Minglou's face showed no joy or anger, which made Mingcheng feel uneasy like beating a drum. He grabbed Minglou's hand that was unbuttoning his clothes, "Brother, I..."

"Shh," Minglou pointed the index finger of his other hand on Mingcheng's lips, signaling him to keep quiet, "this matter is over."

Just when Mingcheng was about to continue to say something, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Minglou said.

Mingtai pushed open the door and came in, seeing the blood-stained bandage on Mingcheng's shoulder, he felt guilty for a while, he didn't know Mingcheng was injured, otherwise he wouldn't have pushed Mingcheng down the stairs.He stood silently at the door, wanting to apologize to his elder brother and brother Ah Cheng, but he was still a little annoyed that the two concealed it from him, and felt a little awkward for a moment, so he had to lower his head and stare at the toe of his shoe.

Minglou carefully took off the shirt on Mingcheng's left side, and asked without looking at Mingtai, "Can you stitch the wound?"

"No." Mingtai replied honestly.

Minglou let out a "hum" and said, "The current military command training class is really a sham. But I didn't expect that lunatic to bring out any good students."

Mingming said before that "the students taught by Wang Tianfeng will not be bad at all", Mingcheng glanced at Minglou secretly, suppressed a smile, and Minglou found out, and gave him a blank stare.

"Brother," Mingtai said boldly, "I want to chat with you alone later."

"In what name?" Minglou asked.

"In the name of...'Poisonous Scorpion'." Ming Tai whispered back.

"Then there's no need to talk about it. The mission was completed very well. Let's go back and wait for the reward order." Minglou's tone was flat, he never looked at Mingtai from the beginning to the end, and was only busy with changing Mingcheng's bandage.

"Brother~" Mingtai took on a coquettish tone.

"Call me big brother!" Minglou suddenly turned his gaze to Mingtai, and said angrily, "Go out and kneel, don't get up without my order!"

Mingtai was shuddered by the yelling, lowered his eyebrows, obediently closed the door and went out.

"In this case, don't blame him. If you push him to that point, he will definitely feel cheated. It's the same for me. Just scold him, and he will be fined." .” Mingcheng has always been partial to Mingtai, so he couldn’t help pleading for him.

"He started fighting with me, didn't you see?" Minglou said with widened eyes.

Mingcheng lowered his head and secretly glanced at Minglou, muttering in a low voice, "You've already done this, and you still blame others for doing it."

"It's against you." Minglou raised his hand and patted the back of Mingcheng's head punishingly.

"Ouch~" Mingcheng immediately "wailed" according to the situation, wrinkled his face and pretended to be hurt to win Minglou's heartache, "I'm a wounded number now."

Minglou couldn't help laughing, the bandage has been removed to the last bit, only the wound has not been removed, it has been soaked in blood, sticky with flesh and blood, tearing it off will definitely hurt badly , but it won’t work unless it’s demolished, Minglou said distressedly, “Hold on.”

Mingcheng nodded and gritted his teeth, but the sutured wound still made him moan in a low voice, "It really hurts..." He stared at Minglou with red eyes and wet eyes, as if blaming him for still Not gentle enough.

Ming Lou originally wanted to reprimand him confidently—it wasn’t because you picked up that watch that shouldn’t be picked up and made yourself suffer, but after being stared at by him like this, his heart ached so much that he insisted on bearing this unwarranted “crime”.

After suturing the wound and changing the bandage, Mingcheng felt as if his skin had been peeled off, with sweat on his forehead.Minglou went to the bathroom and wet a towel with hot water to wipe his sweat briefly, then asked him to lie on the bed for a while.

Mingcheng shook his head with a smile, "I'm sleeping, who is cooking, what are we going to eat tonight?"

"I'll make it for you." Minglou reached out to touch the temperature of Mingcheng's forehead, and asked gently, "What do you want to eat?"

"No," Mingcheng quickly dispelled his idea, "I don't know what you will do." He rolled his eyes and said, "Let Mingtai do it."

Minglou smiled, pointed at the tip of Mingcheng's nose, and said dotingly, "You..." Minglou knew in his heart that Mingcheng was trying to make Mingtai exempt from punishment, and he couldn't bear to brush Mingcheng away. He lowered his head and kissed Mingcheng's pale lips, and said, "Okay, I'll let Mingtai do it."