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Mingtai succeeded.

Mingcheng parked the car at the gate of No. 76, listening to the wind in the silent midnight of New Year's Eve.

At eight o'clock, the piercing female voice awakened the silence of the night.

As if awakened from a dream, he opened the car door and rushed into gate 76.

The onlookers by the door dispersed with interest, and no one dared to read director Wang's jokes.

It didn't take long before the phones rang everywhere on No. 76, as did the phones in all the official residences of the new government.

Everyone in Shanghai knew that Wang Fuqu had died. Director Wang, who looked like a poisonous flower on No. 76, has since lost a backer.

"Why didn't he kill me?!" Wang Manchun finished venting, and slid down the desk to the floor.

"Manchun?" Minglou rushed into the office, picked her up from the floor, held her in his arms, and heard her mutter: "Why didn't they kill me?! Why didn't they shoot me? I did a lot of evil, I I deserve death, but why did they kill everyone around me one by one, but why did they leave me behind?"

The voice was so low that Minglou could hardly hear it. He could only see Wang Manchun crying all the time, and the tears washed away her makeup, making her look a little funny.He couldn't bear to wipe her with his handkerchief, but suddenly remembered that when he changed his clothes and went out, he didn't put it in his pocket.

So he touched Wang Manchun's pocket and took out a piece of fabric from it.

Classic style, soft material, but still a man's handkerchief.

Minglou froze.

It was the one Ah Cheng carried with him, he would not admit his mistake.

He looked down at Wang Manchun who was crying in his arms and was about to faint, and raised her head with his hand: "Manchun..."

For the first time, he felt that he couldn't continue acting. He thought that he had already been ruthless to her.

Wang Manchun raised his face obediently, his whole body was trembling while weeping, his lips were trembling, and he was muttering to himself.

"Wipe your face." He wiped gently, watching Wang Manchun with a look of despair in his eyes.

His heart twitched, he hurriedly wiped her face clean, and then tightly hugged the desperate woman into his arms.He could still feel her chin in his coat, it was sharp, small, and painful to his bones.

He knows how painful it is to lose a loved one, so he also knows that at this moment, nothing can warm her more than a hug.

Putting aside his position and status, and everything else, he just wanted to hug her.

For so many years... For so many years, he has never embraced her like this.

"gentlemen!"

He turned his head and saw Mingcheng's astonished expression.

Wang Manchun was unaware of all this, she kept crying until the sky was dark.

Wang Fuqu's death did not cause any substantial harm to her. Whether he died or not, she would sit securely in the position of chief of the intelligence department.

Besides... Her feelings for this uncle are not as close as rumors from the outside world say.

To put it bluntly, she is just a daughter of Wang's family whose parents died, and she can't even touch Mr. Wang's finger. Wang Fuqi cares about her food and clothing just because of the family's face.

She's just moaning.

From then on, she really became a single person.

She lived to be 28 years old, with nothing but a few clothes and a few sets of jewelry.

She forgot the appearance of her parents, and only remembered two vague figures, and said to her, this is your uncle, Man Chun, and you will live with your uncle in the future, and have a good time in Shanghai, don't make noise, don't make trouble.She is obedient, she is very good, she is completely different from the mischievous Man Chun before.

And her uncle, not long after that, left her with his family and went to France, leaving her with an empty house and the company of a girl not a few years older than her.

She gave all her love to Minglou, but Minglou couldn't love her because of her feud. How could it be the love of the past and the moon, and how could a person like Minglou not listen to his sister?

Fortunately, her parents are gone, her uncle is dead, her fiancé doesn't love her, and she doesn't even have a bosom friend.

What's the point of living alone?

What kind of family affection, what kind of love, what kind of work, are all nonsense.

When a person dies, nothing is left.

Was it the anti-Japanese elements who killed Wang Fuqu?Then she arrested and executed so many innocent people, why wasn't she the one who died?

Why wasn't she, the No. 76 female devil who was despised by the world, the one they raised their guns against?

Why not kill her? !

She hung up the phone and picked up the gun. She wanted to shoot herself in the head, but suddenly a voice spoke in her ear.

"Miss Manchun."

"Love is not a matter of one person, it is not just talking, and it is not only in one form."

"You don't need to understand, just be yourself."

Ah Cheng stood quietly, standing in the water in her eyes, within reach of her.

Tears burst forth, flooding her entire world.

She reached out and hugged the person in front of her tightly.

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't open her mouth. She could only hold the arm of the person in front of her as if holding a life-saving straw, and hugged her tightly, refusing to let go.

"Brother?" Ah Cheng restrainedly called Ming Lou.

"Come in and close the door." Minglou said.

Ah Cheng heard the coldness in his tone, and complied.

"Miss Manchun..." he asked.

"Normal reaction." Ming Lou said, "It will be fine after a night of sleep."

Ah Cheng nodded silently, no more words, watching Minglou hug the distraught Wang Manchun to the sofa to comfort him.

"Go ahead and call Liang Zhongchun." Minglou ordered.

"Yes."

Ah Cheng turned around and went out, and as soon as he opened the door, he ran into Liang Zhongchun who was waiting at the door.

"Mr. Ah Cheng." Liang Zhongchun said, "Mr. Ming is inside?"

"Yes." Ah Cheng didn't say much, and let him in sideways.

Liang Zhongchun walked in quietly, not daring to say anything to Wang Manchun, waiting for Minglou's orders.

"Director Liang already knows." Minglou wiped Wang Manchun's tears again with the handkerchief, and raised his eyes to ask.

"I just got the news and rushed over." Liang Zhongchun said in a low voice.

"If you know it, go and investigate it thoroughly. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the open. Don't let go of any blind spots." Ming Lou said, "There is a telegram intercepted today on the table. I think it is related to today's incident. You can refer to."

Liang Zhongchun hurriedly found the telegram that Zhu Huiyin had just submitted from the table.

"The roses are blooming?" He murmured in his heart, and when he got in touch with Wang Fuqu's assassination, he suddenly realized.

Blood Rose... He shuddered, how could the petty bourgeoisie have emerged among the anti-Japanese elements?

After receiving the telegram, Minglou obviously had no time to pay attention to him. He glanced at Ah Cheng who was silent at the side, walked out and closed the door behind him.

"I forgot to wish him a happy new year." Ming Lou laughed at himself.

"He must have come from a gentle place, he won't be happy." Ah Cheng said.

Minglou looked down at Wang Manchun in his arms.

She fell asleep, without her flaming red lips, she was as delicate and beautiful as a girl.

"Send Miss Wang back." Minglou stood up, put Wang Manchun down gently, and stood up straight.

"Yes." Ah Cheng said.

Minglou strode towards the door, and stopped when he passed him.

"I need an explanation." Ming Lou threw the handkerchief with a bit of Ming Jiaxiang men's perfume into his arms, "I sent her back for dinner early, the elder sister is waiting for us."

"...Yes..." Ah Cheng swallowed, but still replied.

Then Ming Lou walked out of the office without looking back.

Mingcheng turned around and looked at Wang Manchun who was tired from crying on the sofa, with the handkerchief tightly clenched in his hand.

Carried Wang Manchun out of No. 76, and sent her back to Wang Mansion, across the messy living room, into her bedroom, and put her on the bed.

He kept looking at her peaceful sleeping face along the way.

Then he gave a wry smile.

Explanation?What is there to explain?

From the moment he pushed the door open and saw Minglou hugging her, he knew that the sadness in his heart was real.

He opened his hand, and the handkerchief was so crumpled that he couldn't recognize its original appearance.The scent of her makeup and the remnants of her lipstick were all printed on his skin.

Maybe he was real and wanted to feel sorry for her.

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