[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

The unexpected action of Mingjing forced Minglou and Mingcheng to speed up the process of sending Mingtai out of Shanghai, so Mingtai left Shanghai that night.It is only the destination of Mingtai, not Beiping.

On the afternoon before leaving, Mingcheng once called Mingtai to his room for a private conversation.

"What's going on between you and Ms. Cheng, my eldest brother and I have never asked because we didn't want to touch your sadness. But now, you have two choices in front of you." Mingcheng looked at Mingtai and paused one time.

When Mingcheng mentioned "Cheng Jinyun", Mingtai's eyes obviously dodged for a moment.Since the end of the "Dead Time Project", Mingtai has relied on his family's love for him, and has been procrastinating what he doesn't want to say. In fact, he should have explained everything clearly, whether it is to himself or to her, at least he should be frank with his family .

"What choice?" Mingtai asked hoarsely.

"A train ticket." Mingcheng handed Mingtai a train ticket for departure that night, "Go to Peiping. After you get there, someone will pick you up. You will continue to do intelligence work. Of course, we will give you Change to a new identity. At the same time, as a cover, Cheng Jinyun will become your new partner, and then he will rush to Beiping to meet you."

Mingtai shook his head almost without thinking, and then asked, "What about the other one?"

"A plane ticket." Mingcheng took out another plane ticket from his pocket and handed it to Mingtai, "Go to Vienna."

Hearing the word "Vienna", Mingtai suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Mingcheng's eyes.He wasn't too sure about his ears, and he wasn't sure if Mingcheng really meant what he thought, why Vienna?How did he know about Vienna?

The tip of Mingtai's tongue slipped and his lips parted, but the Chinese characters with question marks stuck in his throat couldn't roll out no matter what.

Mingcheng continued without waiting for him to speak, "Communism in Europe is on the rise. We need comrades who can correctly promote and develop our party. This person must be contagious, eloquent, intelligent, and know people. There, someone will come to meet you, she said her name is Jinse, you should know her."

Zither.

Mingtai kept murmuring this beautiful name in his heart, this name he didn't dare to mention again easily, this name he thought he would never have a chance to get a response again.

"Manli..." Mingtai finally spoke, although the voice was hoarse and difficult.

Mingtai clutched his chest, as if there was both pain and joy.

Inside the layer of high-grade fabric, there is actually a photo hidden without a negative, the only one in the world, an unrepeatable treasure.

Mingtai finally cried out, crying wantonly and capriciously, but when he was crying, he laughed.

"Great, you're back."

After Mingtai left, Minglou could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and he and Mingcheng finally returned to the hotel, looking forward to a good night's rest.

After taking a bath, Mingcheng's hair was still dripping with warm drops of water. He wiped his hair carelessly with a towel, and walked towards Minglou, who was lying on the big bed.

"Eldest sister's condition is not very good." Mingcheng said rather worriedly.

Minglou put down the book in his hand, waved to Mingcheng, and signaled him to come over.Even if Mingcheng didn't say the reason, Minglou could guess it. Thinking of this, Minglou couldn't help frowning.

Mingcheng sat down next to the bed on the side where Minglou was lying, handed the towel to Minglou who sat up, and continued, "Let's send Eldest Sister away as soon as possible. Mrs. Su said that she woke up last night, Seeing the elder sister standing in front of the window, I don't know what she was thinking. I guess she hasn't slept much in the past two days. During the day too, the elder sister is often out of mind and easily frightened. If this continues, it will definitely not work. Even the first Mingtai There is such a big reaction after firing a shot, not to mention the elder sister who has no training as a spy. Although that person is a Japanese spy, damn it, but after all..."

...killed people.Mingcheng didn't finish his sentence, he didn't seem to want to say such words when he mentioned his eldest sister.

Minglou didn't answer right away. He wiped Mingcheng's hair carefully and gently with a towel. After a moment of silence, he replied, "Leave tomorrow night. Isn't Liang Zhongchun still have two smuggling routes? Let the eldest sister follow the Let that go."

Tomorrow night?Although it was Mingcheng who proposed to send the eldest sister away earlier, he was a little surprised that Minglou made a decision so quickly.Mingcheng turned his head to look at Minglou, and then regained his composure. It's a good thing to leave early, the sooner the better.But thinking of Liang Zhongchun's two smuggled boats, Mingcheng curled his lips, the eldest sister would definitely not like it.

Mingcheng's washed hair carried the same shampoo scent as Minglou's. Minglou twisted a strand and sniffed it through the tip of his nose. The breath he exhaled made Mingcheng a little itchy.Mingcheng shook his head subconsciously, and hit Minglou's face one after another with wet hair.

Minglou lightly pinched Mingcheng's waist as a sign of punishment, but Mingcheng twisted his waist and avoided the general.Minglou followed Mingcheng's movements and leaned forward, wrapping his hands around Mingcheng's sides, trying to hold him.But Mingcheng suddenly turned his head, and gave Minglou a kiss on the cheek.

Minglou's movements were blunted, and he turned his head to look at the person in his arms who had just made trouble, his eyes widened slightly, and his pupils seemed to light up suddenly.

Mingcheng was still laughing, enjoying himself as if he had won a game from Mingtai when he was a child, but in the next second, Minglou pinched his chin and blocked his mouth.

Mingcheng was only stunned for a second, then he turned around in Minglou's arms, fumbled with both hands for the tie of the bathrobe around Minglou's waist, and pulled it open.

Mingcheng knelt on both sides of Minglou's body, he used his erect lower body to rub against Minglou's same swollen desire, and gradually his heavy breathing became clearer in the quiet room.

The tip of Mingcheng's tongue is soft and flexible, like a slippery little fish that brushes against the tip of Minglou's tongue, occasionally hooking it with a willingness to refuse, and then licks Minglou's sensitive gums, which makes Minglou so angry Lou couldn't help chasing it, biting it lightly with his teeth to keep it from moving.

Even if it was caught by Minglou, Mingcheng's tongue refused to be honest, it tried its best to get rid of Minglou's confinement, just like its owner's pair of restless tongues, slipping into Minglou's underwear and rubbing it with his fingers It's like holding the palm of that familiar fiery object.

Of course Minglou was not to be outdone, his hands slid in from Mingcheng's slightly open front of the bathrobe, scratching the young man's firm skin, but compared with Mingcheng's irritating movements, it seemed very Pampered, as if teasing a child.

Generally speaking, Mingcheng is always more urgent than Minglou.One is because Mingcheng's emotions are more obvious than Minglou's, and the other is because Minglou always has such a bad factor in his love affairs, the so-called taste of wanting to bully Mingcheng and cry.

Today, Minglou is more active.

Minglou hugged Mingcheng and turned over, brought him to the center of the bed, wrapped him under his body, walked down the waistline with both hands, and pushed the hem of the bathrobe upwards, revealing his naked body. Get down.

Mingcheng didn't wear underwear, because after taking a shower just now, there was still a little dampness on the heels of his legs.Minglou's fingers went straight to the hidden back acupoint, the wet acupoint became limp before the foreplay, and weakly sucked Minglou's fingertips.Even so, Minglou was also worried that he would hurt Mingcheng, so he honestly took lubricating grease from the bedside table, applied it gently, and tentatively stretched it in.

When his fingertips touched a bulge in the corridor, Mingcheng moved his waist, and Minglou lowered his head and kissed him, wrapping his two arms around his neck.

After kneading and pressing his fingers in circles for a while, Minglou began to support his already stiff penis, and pushed it in slowly.

Feeling that Mingcheng's arm around his neck tightened, Minglou freed up a hand to caress Mingcheng's back like a big cat, and at the same time deepened his own strength in kissing Mingcheng.

Mingcheng quickly got used to Minglou's intrusion. He lightly moved his fingertips and scratched the back of Minglou's neck, and Minglou twitched knowingly.

It may be because the spirit was too tense some time ago, once he relaxed, Mingcheng felt his fatigue.

For what happened later, Mingcheng's memory is a little fuzzy, he only remembers the ups and downs of joy, as if he was in the clouds, as if sinking in a dream, as if he was drunk.

However, when he woke up the next morning, he was refreshed. Although his waist was aching, he felt extremely relaxed mentally.He turned his head, and it was enough to see Minglou's still sleeping face and the somewhat heavy arms around his waist.

Memory is sometimes a liar, and what we actually have right now is enough to make Mingcheng feel happy.

Mingcheng curled the corners of his mouth, presumptuously falling asleep again.