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Mingcheng came home late at night, Minglou was still awake, and Axiang was helping him tidy up his easel.

"Don't take it yet." He said while taking off his clothes.

Minglou heard his voice and put down the things in his hand: "Is the matter resolved?"

He nodded and signaled Ah Xiang to step back first.Ah Xiang stopped what she was doing and went out to bring the two brothers to the door.

"Liang Zhongchun believed in our split." Ah Cheng said in a low voice.

"What did he say?"

Ah Cheng hooked his mouth, and took out the box of American cigarettes from his coat pocket.

"He asked me, do you even dare to smoke your cigarette?"

Minglou frowned: "We will try another method in the future, the cost will be too high."

Ah Cheng smiled, stuffed his cigarette back, hung his coat on the shelf, and said in a low voice, "I knew that the richer you are, the more stingy you are..." Ming Lou rolled up the discarded drawing paper and threw it over, and was grabbed by him. catch.

"Brother, your skills have deteriorated." He smiled, then coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Sir, I have an application."

Hearing the change of his address, Ming Lou knew it was a serious matter, so he restrained his smile.

"speak."

"I would like to ask you to suspend your plan to use Wang Manchun." Ah Cheng said.

Ming Lou frowned: "Are you public or private?"

"Both." Ah Cheng said, "Yu Gong, she is a smart woman who knows gains and losses. As long as we find the gate of life, we can still get information from her. Yu private..." Ah Cheng paused, Continue to say: "She has noticed the change in your feelings for her, and she thinks you don't love her anymore, so if this plan continues, I think it is very dangerous."

Minglou paced to the sofa and sat down slowly.

"Wang Manchun's identity is ambiguous. I may have news we want in the future. I may not agree with your point of view."

"I know." Ash said. "I have alternatives."

"Talk." Minglou asked.

"As I said before, I will replace you and approach Wang Manchun. You will no longer perform this mission." Ah Cheng said slowly but firmly, "Although I know it's not fair to her..."

"The important thing is to convince her." Minglou said, "But since she wrote to you, she must trust you."

Ah Cheng also sat down and looked at Ming Lou: "I will try to make her trust me more."

The two were speechless for a while, and the room was silent. After a while, Minglou asked helplessly, "Are my acting skills so bad?"

Ah Cheng knew that he agreed, so he smiled and said, "It's not that your acting skills are bad, it's that she is too smart, and we underestimated her intelligence before we made a plan."

"Indeed, I can't regard her as that silly girl back then." Minglou supported his forehead and let out a long sigh, "There was a mistake in the plan, but luckily it wasn't a big mistake." He leaned back on the sofa.

Ah Cheng made no objection, leaving him alone in the small living room, while he got up and walked to Minglou's bedroom to tidy up his room: "Don't move the easel, I'll tidy up later."

"I didn't intend to clean up for you either." Ming Lou said in a low voice.

Ah Cheng laughed out loud, and thought of something before entering the door, and poked his head back: "By the way, that cigarette... I seem to have thrown away half of them..." Then he quickly retracted his head.

"Prodigal son!" Minglou scolded with a smile.

Knowing that Minglou lacks sleep and sleeps lightly, Ah Cheng moved the easel and painting box to his room.It was already late at night, Ah Xiang went to bed, and the living room was dark.

Ah Cheng gently knocked on the door, and there was inevitably a bang in the house.

Turning on the light in the room, he tidied up, put on his pajamas, put the easel beside the bed, rolled up his sleeves, and took out the pencils from the drawing box.

For some reason, the inspiration for painting that was interrupted by Liang Zhongchun suddenly surged at this moment.

He was obviously sleepy, but his mind was running uncontrollably.

He didn't know what he wanted to draw, but his hand seemed to know. He raised his hand and drew the first, second, and third strokes on the drawing paper... When he recovered, the outline of a sketch had already emerged.

Look forward to the beautiful eyes, and smile cleverly.

What he painted was Man Chun, who was 16 years old.

His sleepy brain moved, and he woke up a little bit. He smiled wryly, and reached out to take off the drawing paper to tear it off, but finally folded it a few times and put it in the notebook in the drawer.

The next day, he helped Minglou deliver documents to No. 76. It was still sunny when he entered the door, but it was drizzling in a blink of an eye. Liang Zhongchun persuaded him to stay in the office for a while longer.

If it wasn't for Liang Zhongchun's persuasion, he wouldn't be able to meet his eldest sister.

Mingcheng was holding an umbrella, Liang Zhongchun sent him out, the two of them were talking while walking.The car slammed into the courtyard, Ah Cheng looked up and saw Ming Jing getting out of the car being pushed and shoved by two spies.

He was terrified at first, and then when he saw Ming Jing wearing a thin black cheongsam drenched in the rain, he flew into a rage.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he quickly ran to Ming Jing, took off his coat and put it on Ming Jing who was shivering in the cold wind, and shouted: "Give me an umbrella!"

When Liang Zhongchun heard Ah Cheng's tone, he immediately knew that No. 76 might be in trouble, so he hurried over to hold an umbrella for Ming Jing himself.

Ah Cheng supported Ming Jing, and searched for Ming Jing's lost shoes all over the floor.But presumably those people in No. 76 are too rude, and the shoes have long since disappeared.

When Wang Manchun came out, he saw Ah Cheng flusteredly embracing Ming Jing, and then raised his eyes to meet Ming Jing's eyes.

Now she is not afraid of this young lady of the Ming family, so when facing her, she is less short of breath.

Ah Cheng looked for her shoes. Wang Manchun looked at the puddles all over the floor, thought for a while, and took off his shoes without haste.

"Ah Cheng!" she called out.

It was a pair of red leather high-heeled shoes, which she personally bought from a specialty store. She liked the style and color very much, and this was the first time she wore them.Minglou has become the past tense, and the past will be wiped out. She doesn't owe her anything, but she doesn't mind helping her out, so that the people watching the theater next to her will know that Wang Manchun is not a hard-hearted one.

Ah Cheng took the shoes, with gratitude in his eyes, and returned to the rain curtain, squatting down to put on the shoes for Ming Jing.She quietly looked at Ah Cheng's figure, but she didn't expect that Ming Jing didn't appreciate him, but kicked Ah Cheng hard, and the shoe was naturally thrown off.

"What are you doing?" she blurted out.

Meaning, this is Courtyard 76, not a place for you to play tricks.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the subordinates who were watching the excitement stopped, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

Ming Jing smiled calmly and asked, "Can I go?"

She smiled coldly and looked at Liang Zhongchun without saying a word.The man was caught by his people, so she will not take the blame.

Ah Cheng stood up from the rain and growled in a low voice, "Who did it?"

The spies looked around one after another, but no one would admit it.

Ah Cheng withdrew his face and said, "Let go of my elder sister first."

One of Liang Zhongchun's men walked over and handed him the key. He turned around and uncuffed Ming Jing, then turned around again: "Is it you?"

The man obviously didn't wink: "We are performing official duties..." Before he finished speaking, Ah Cheng punched him in the face, and he drew his gun angrily, but Ah Cheng twisted his wrist and pushed him to the ground. He snatched the gun and pointed it at his head.

This was something Wang Manchun did not expect. She thought Ah Cheng had always been mature and steady, and would not act rashly, so she hurriedly shouted, "Ah Cheng!"

Ah Cheng didn't raise his head, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed even lower, which scared Liang Zhongchun and shouted loudly: "Ah Cheng, don't be impulsive!"

Mingcheng put away his gun and stood up: "Director Liang, I'll take care of you!"

Ming Jing turned around and left, his coat fell to the ground, and he glanced at Wang Manchun indifferently.Ah Cheng threw the gun away, picked up his coat and ran after her to support her.

Wang Manchun couldn't see his face clearly, and didn't know what he was thinking, but Mingjing obviously didn't give her face, and was waiting for her little girl to lose her temper and become angry from embarrassment.

She doesn't take this trick.

"Drive them away," she ordered quickly.

Liang Zhongchun turned around: "Why don't you..."

"Anyone is better than me." She snorted coldly.

Liang Zhongchun frowned and gave orders to his subordinates, went to the puddle to pick up her pair of beautiful red high heels: "Here."

Wang Manchun didn't answer: "Throw it away." Then she walked barefoot through a group of onlookers and walked to the office.

Liang Zhongchun threw away the shoes, threw them into the trash can, and followed Wang Manchun into it.

"I said Director Wang, who is this guy who made Mr. Ah Cheng so angry?" Liang Zhongchun couldn't help asking.

Wang Manchun was only concerned about the coldness under his feet, thinking about going back to the office to get some hot water to soak his feet and change a pair of shoes. Hearing his question, he stopped and looked at this man who was obsessed with money but didn't know that he had offended his immediate boss: "Ming The chairman of the type enterprise, the eldest lady of the Ming family, the eldest sister of Mr. Minglou, Mingjing."

The crutch in Liang Zhongchun's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Congratulations." She said lightly, then bypassed his crutches and walked quickly to her office.

The author has something to say:

I was starved to death in the pit due to lack of cold food _(:з」∠)_I went to the building next door to seek warmth.

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