[The Pretender Lou Cheng] Non-public Notes

The eldest sister went to Hong Kong to see Mingtai and work for two days.With Mingjing gone, Minglou means that there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings.When he got home from get off work, he went back to the room and lay down on the bed for a short nap. When he woke up, he didn't see Mingcheng, so he went to the restaurant to take a look, and sure enough, he saw Mingcheng and Ah Xiang.

Minglou was in a good mood after a full sleep, he walked slowly to the cabinet next to the dining table, took out a bottle of champagne, poured himself a glass, and walked to Mingcheng while tasting, "Why do you want to paint again?"

Mingcheng didn't stop writing. He just glanced at Minglou and asked, "What about you? Why do you want to drink again?"

If Mingcheng's mouth becomes sharper, Minglou really wants to go up and take a bite. He is sure that Ah Xiang is still here, so he has nothing to do with him.Minglou turned his eyes to the canvas as if giving up, "Where are you going to hang the painting?"

Mingcheng thought for a while, and asked Minglou for his opinion, "How about hanging it in the living room?"

"The living room..." Minglou carefully looked at the painting in front of him, "Your painting is a bit small."

Mingcheng stopped writing, turned his head, and said as it should be, "Exquisite."

"Exquisite?" Minglou snorted, "The tone and light are well adjusted, but the spatial level is a bit weak."

"I just want to weaken the space and highlight the color."

Minglou gave a "tsk", pointed at the tip of Mingcheng's nose, "Not modest."

Mingcheng laughed complacently, turned around and continued to concentrate on painting, ignoring him.Seeing this, Minglou leaned forward again, "What's the name of this painting?"

"What name do you want for a landscape painting?" Mingcheng didn't even look at him this time, just focused on painting, and said perfunctorily, "No title."

"Untitled?" Minglou didn't care, took another sip of champagne, and said to himself, "I want to call it—home."

Hearing this word, Mingcheng could no longer continue to ignore Minglou, so he quietly glanced at Minglou.Of course he knew what Minglou meant, but Ah Xiang was still here, so he didn't dare to respond, so he could only continue to remain silent.

It was Ah Xiang who was standing aside who spoke first, "Homeland? Young master, whose home is like this?"

"I think my future home should look like this." Minglou seemed to be immersed in the picture and couldn't extricate himself. He gestured happily, "Beside the lake, by the woods."

Mingcheng already wanted to kick him out.

Ah Xiang giggled, "Then you, stay alone. The eldest lady and the young master will definitely not go."

Minglou curled his lips, "It's better if you don't come, I live alone. Look at how quiet I am these few days." After speaking, he hurriedly lowered his head and asked Mingcheng nervously, "Hey, Is Eldest Sister coming back soon?"

Mingcheng glared at him, "Eldest sister said to go to Suzhou first, and come back in two days."

Minglou became happy again, "Ah, then I can be clean for another two days."

While talking, the phone rang suddenly, and Ah Xiang ran to pick it up, saying that it was a "Mr. Liang" calling for "Mr. Mingcheng".

Mingcheng and Minglou looked at each other, Minglou nodded, took the brush from Mingcheng's hand, and asked him to answer the phone.The two thought to themselves, wondering what Liang Zhongchun was going to do again.

Liang Zhongchun was in a hurry, so he didn't talk so much.It turned out that he was secretly engaged in the smuggling of opium cream, and now a batch of goods was being held at Wusongkou, begging Mingcheng to let him go.

"Brother Ah Cheng, [-]%, how about I share [-]% of your profits?" On the phone, Liang Zhongchun's voice was unspeakably anxious.

Mingcheng heard that he was really in a hurry with this batch of goods, and immediately made a plan, "[-]%..." He tilted his head to look at Minglou and smiled, but still pretended to be hesitant, and lowered his The voice said, "If Mr. Ming knows, he will skin me."

Minglou looked at Mingcheng's pretending appearance, pointed at him with a smile, and said dotingly, "You."

In the end, Mingcheng insisted on taking [-]% of the profit from Liang Zhongchun, and then agreed to pick up the goods at Wusongkou half an hour later.

Minglou took a paintbrush and daubed and altered Mingcheng's painting. Seeing that Mingcheng hung up the phone, he said, "The lion opened his mouth."

Mingcheng took down the coat and scarf from the hanger, and said jokingly, "Otherwise, what money would you use to buy a pearl necklace for your old lover?"

Minglou was not annoyed, and asked him with a smile, "Then the money I earned this time will buy you a ring, okay?"

Mingcheng rolled his eyes at him, "No, I have the final say on the money I earn."

"Hey!" Officer Ming became displeased, "I don't care, if you don't give me a [-]% share, I'll take your skin off."

Mingcheng couldn't stand his childish behavior and laughed like a child. He glanced at the door and saw that Ah Xiang was far away. He walked to Minglou, bent down slightly, and gently printed a mark on his cheek. He kissed, "I'm leaving, don't damage my painting." He got up briskly, and walked towards the door while admonishing Minglou.

Minglou continued to wave the paintbrush, muttering, "This is my home, not yours." As if nothing happened, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, before Mingcheng had gone far, he poked his head in from the door, "Then don't beg me to live there when the time comes." After speaking, he disappeared again.

Ming mansion.

Ming Lou sat behind the desk leaning on his head, his brows were tightly furrowed, he raised his head and opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening and asked, "How is it?"

"The time was too tight, and I didn't have time to inform the poisonous scorpion. When I sent the report, they had already left for the tailor."

Minglou suddenly stood up from his chair when he heard that, Mingcheng saw his panicked expression, and hurriedly continued, "Our people are all fine, all out of danger."

Minglou's heart that had just been suspended was put down again, and he couldn't help but put on a straight face, "I will report later, can I just tell the result."

Mingcheng lowered his head and answered "Yes" weakly, with an expression of aggrievedness, Minglou instantly softened, walked over and pulled him to sit on the sofa, "Does your leg still hurt?"

Mingcheng knew that Minglou meant that he was punished to kneel because he failed to protect his eldest sister during the day. Of course, kneeling for a short while would not hurt, and he was a soldier after all, so he immediately shook his head, and then thought about it , still nodded, pursed his lips, "It's a little... hurts."

"Pretend to be pitiful." Ming Lou patted his knee.

As soon as Mingcheng rolled his eyes, Minglou knew what he was planning.

"You think I won't hold you accountable for not protecting Eldest Sister by pretending to be pitiful?" Minglou put on a face again.

Mingcheng immediately squeezed Minglou's legs to please him, "Brother, don't you think I didn't expect that arresters on the 76th would go to Suzhou. How about I go kneel for a while?"

"Hey! What's wrong with you kid kneeling for punishment and addicted to kneeling!" Minglou pointed at the tip of Mingcheng's nose, almost making him laugh angrily.

Mingcheng got up and moved to sit next to Minglou, patted his thigh, Minglou closed his eyes and pillowed it on, Mingcheng massaged his head, "Brother, do you have a headache again?"

Minglou sighed faintly, "If you don't anger me a few times, my head won't hurt anymore."

"What you said is not right, I'm not mad at you." Mingcheng raised his eyebrows, with an expression of dissatisfaction, even his hands became stronger.

Minglou just smiled and didn't answer.Mingcheng pressed it for a while again, as if thinking about something, his movements slowed down, and Minglou could see his hesitant expression even with his eyes closed, "Do you not understand my decision today?"

Mingcheng hesitated for a moment, "I shouldn't have questioned the big brother. But as a subordinate, my idea is: with the character of the big sister, knowing too much may be dangerous."

"I have no other choice." Minglou frowned, "I lost a purchase channel, and lost a contact point. In a short period of time, only the eldest sister can get so much explosives. If you don't give her a clue, will the eldest sister give it to you?" .”

Mingcheng nodded in understanding, and his tone became brisk again, "Have you been scolded?"

Minglou stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of Mingcheng's nose, "Just gloat and see how I deal with you later!"