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Wang Manchun died without a complete body, and Wang's mansion was sealed up.Despite Mr. Wang's nepotism, Minglou has no intention of playing favoritism.

After Ah Qing was imprisoned overnight, she was sent back to her hometown by the Wang family as security.

The once crowded Wang Mansion ended up in dismal condition in the end.

Only the sycamore tree in Wang's garden, because of the nourishment of the spring breeze and rain, sprouted quietly and struggled to grow new leaves.

But things have changed.

At dusk, Mingtai returned to the Ming mansion under the escort of Mingcheng.

This is what Minglou means.Ask Mingtai to see the eldest sister again, and leave Shanghai to go to the rear in a day or two.

Originally, they shouldn't meet again, but Nian's life and death are unpredictable, and he can't tell when the next meeting will be, so Minglou let go.

So the Japanese around Ming Mansion watched helplessly as Mingcheng walked into the gate of Ming Mansion with a slender woman in his arms.

Ming Tai stood in the garden, Ah Cheng opened the door for him, and ran into Ah Xiang head-on.Ah Xiang said hello to Ah Cheng, looked over with her head, and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at! Get me a pair of shoes! These shoes are too tight!" Mingtai said angrily, and took off the women's top hat on his head.

He is not short in stature, but he has lost a lot of weight due to poor food and preoccupations in recent days, and there is no sense of disobedience in wearing a large women's dress on his upper body, and his red lips are slightly charming.

Ah Xiang responded, suppressed a smile and went to get him the shoes, while calling Ming Jing loudly.

"I'm going to change clothes." The young master said depressingly.

Ah Cheng said with a serious face, "We only have one hour." The implication is that he still has to wear this outfit to go out. Fortunately, the car is at the door, so he doesn't have to wear women's shoes to walk far.

Mingtai rolled his eyes, changed his shoes, dragged his skirt and ran up in three steps and two steps: "Elder sister! Elder sister, I'm back!"

Ah Xiang made tea for Ah Cheng and asked him to have a good rest. Because of his back injury, he didn't dare to sit on the sofa, so he had to move a stool and sit on the side.

"Where's Miss Yu?" He asked.

"Stay in the room all the time, and occasionally come out to see the eldest lady," Ah Xiang lowered her voice, "I've always wanted to ask you, Brother Ah Cheng, Aunt Gui, is she really a spy?"

Ah Cheng nodded solemnly: "A spy who works for the Japanese."

Ah Xiang took a breath of cold air: "Then, isn't Missy very dangerous?"

"The dangerous time is over," Ah Cheng looked up upstairs, "The previous calm will soon be restored."

Restoring calm is easy to say.

Even if Yoshimasa Fujita resigned because of the incident in the third war zone and was sent to a military court for trial, more Japanese will intervene in the future.And not everyone is as easy to believe as Yoko Nantian and Yoshimasa Fujita.

For the current plan, if they want to save their families, there is only one way to send them away with a boat ticket.

Separation is the safest solution.

Ming Jing was lying on the bed, while Ming Tai was dressed in a funny woman's attire, holding her hand and sitting on the side, only caring about her health for a long time, but he didn't dare to tell her Ming Lou's plan.

Seeing him hesitate to speak several times, Ming Jing finally sighed: "Mingtai, if you have something to say, just say it clearly."

Mingtai shook her head reflexively, and she said again: "You've been like this since you were a child. Whenever you get nervous, you pinch the things at hand. You can't hide anything from me."

He hurriedly lowered his head to look at the mirror-like hand in his palm, and it turned out to be a lot red.

"I'm sorry, sister." He said in a deep voice.

Ming Jing smiled slightly, and raised his hand to touch his hair: "Silly boy, what are you sorry for, I am your eldest sister."

This sentence made Mingtai burst into tears instantly, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, and started crying on Mingjing's lap.

No matter how tall he is, he will always be a child who will never grow up in front of Ming Jing.

When Yu Manli heard Mingtai's voice, her heart twitched, she stood up and opened a corner of the curtain.

She was afraid that Mingtai would come back on his own way and cause trouble for Minglou and the others, and then she heard Ah Cheng's voice again, so she felt relieved.

She looked at herself in a panic in the mirror, smiled self-deprecatingly, opened the drawer beside the bed, took out a handkerchief, put it in her pocket, adjusted her clothes and went downstairs.

She has been staying in the house for the past two days, and she knows that Minglou is trying to get her and Mingtai to leave, and she also knows that if she doesn't tell her this time, there will be no next time.

She wanted to ask Minglou why he chose her back then.Why, give her such a graceful name.Why never let her get close, even seeing her once has become a luxury.

She has no dreams, nor does she dare to have too many fantasies.

Because dreams will eventually die, and fantasies are too easy to be shattered.

When Ah Cheng saw Yu Manli coming out of the room, he knew that she was going to ask him about Minglou again. Unexpectedly, the girl just stuffed a handkerchief into his hand and asked him to pass it to Minglou. Not a word was said.

After the bombing, he spent very little time at home. Although Minglou approved the leave, he still gave him a lot of empty tasks, so that he had enough room to take care of Wang Manchun.

Minglou never mentioned the meeting with Yu Manli. In fact, since Yu Manli moved into the Ming Mansion, Minglou has hardly ever returned home.

Mingtai bid farewell to Mingjing and was about to go downstairs when he saw Yu Manli standing in front of Ah Cheng with a lonely face.But when Yu Manli looked up and saw him like this, she laughed out of shame.

Seeing this, Ah Cheng said that he was going upstairs to talk to Ming Jing, and quietly avoided it.

As he went upstairs he took out the handkerchief and looked at it.

It wasn't a mandarin duck or a Bingdi lotus as he thought, but a rose, gorgeous and hot, with flamboyant colors and no reservations.

He sighed and stuffed his handkerchief into his pocket.

Yu Manli saw that Mingtai's makeup was in a bad shape, so she took out cosmetics from the hanging handbag to touch up his makeup.

"I have to go." Mingtai said the first sentence.

Her thrush paused her hand, and said with a smile, "Go early and be safe."

"I have a lot to say to you, but it's too late." He said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to communicate in the future, after all, our identities..."

She replied: "Yes, we can't communicate." She thought for a while and said: "Both of us are already dead in name."

The tone is light and playful.

Mingtai grabbed her hand: "Manli."

She quietly raised her eyes and looked at him: "I will live well, and so will you."

"I will." He choked out.

"Mingtai, I have one last thing to tell you." Yu Manli said, "I know you suspect Wang Manchun, but you need to think about it."

Mingtai frowned: "Why?"

"Because Wang Manchun saved my life, even if she is not a good person, she is not as miserable as we thought." She said, "You have to trust your elder brother and Ah Cheng."

Mingtai was silent, he let Yumanli fix his makeup, and stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms.

The two young bodies hugged each other, and Yu Manli couldn't help trembling.

She had longed for this hug for so long, but now that she finally got it, her heart was at peace.

She patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said with a smile, "Be careful."

Mingtai nodded.

Mingcheng reversed the car back to the gate, got out of the car and opened the back door for Mingtai.Not far away, a few Japanese in plainclothes sneaked their heads around, but watched the Ming family's car drive away helplessly.

"Brother Ah Cheng, I have a question for you." After the car turned a few blocks and got rid of the following Japanese, Mingtai asked while wiping his lipstick.

Ah Cheng glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Ask."

"Who is Wang Manchun?"

Ah Cheng clasped the steering wheel with his fingers and tapped a few times: "My fiancee."

"You know what I'm asking!" Mingtai suddenly said loudly, "I'm asking, which side is she from?"

"She saved Yu Manli, and also saved you. Just this morning, she also saved eldest sister and elder brother. Is it interesting for you to worry about this now?"

"I'm afraid you've all fallen into her trap!"

"Even if I can!" Ah Cheng interrupted him: "Will Big Brother know?"

"Brother, he..." Mingtai was at a loss for words for a moment: "I don't know, it's not like this has never happened before..."

"Don't think about it." Ah Cheng said, "This is the last time."

Mingtai fell silent, and he quickly changed the women's clothes on his body before speaking again: "Did you tell the elder sister about your affairs?"

Ah Cheng pursed his lips: "Not yet."

"Will she agree?"

He looked straight ahead: "I don't know."

When Wang Manchun woke up, he felt that the room was very dark.The curtains were all drawn, and she couldn't see anything clearly when she opened her eyes. When she moved her fingers, she accidentally touched a piece of ice cold.

Fingertips brushed against his skin, evoking his slender fingers.

It seemed that it had been a long time since the last time they hooked their fingers so quietly.

That time she cried heart-piercingly, only relying on his hands to tide over the difficulties.

And this time...

"Ah Cheng..." She spoke, her voice was hoarse and rough, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, all the words were stuck in her throat, she couldn't speak, so she had to hold back.

The trembling hand immediately shook her back and held her firmly.

"Man Chun?" His voice became hoarse and more urgent: "Are you awake?"

She hummed, opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't make a sound, Ah Cheng touched her face and said, "Drink water?"

She nodded, and he helped her up, took half a glass of warm water on the table and handed it to her mouth, saying: "Try to cool it, this glass of water has been left for almost an hour, I'm going to change it?"

She sipped her lips and shook her head slightly.

Just right, the burning sensation from the throat to the esophagus was relieved, such a comfortable feeling was a rare experience for her.

She took his hand and pulled him, trying to see his face clearly in the dim light of the room.

"It's dark?" She moved her lips but did not make a sound, but Ah Cheng replied: "It's almost dawn, do you want to see the sunrise? This room is facing the east. The weather is fine today, so you should be able to see the sunset. "

As he spoke, he got up and drew the curtains, so through the glass window, she saw a picturesque scene.

She finally saw him clearly.

"Manchun, do you look good?" He turned his head, and the light of dawn shone on his face, outlining his outline.

nice.she said silently.

He was only wearing a white shirt, his hair was not combed as usual, it was scattered in a mess, the hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, but it couldn't hide the brilliance in his eyes.

She stared blankly and didn't speak for a long time. When she recovered, Ah Cheng had returned to the bedside and wiped her face with his hand: "You still have injuries on your face, don't cry, be careful of infection."

She bit her lips and smiled, nodded, turned her head sideways, kissed his fingertips with her lips, and was caught by his chin, and her lips and teeth were close together.

His kiss was like a butterfly's wing, and he touched her lips lightly: "Are you hungry?"

She shook her head, looked into his eyes in the afterglow of the setting sun, and said silently, "Hug me."

He was startled, raised the corners of his lips, and leaned over: "Okay."

His chest was still broad, with a scorching temperature, as if he wanted to imprint on her body. She slowly raised her hand and put it around his waist, but she felt his body tremble suddenly.

She noticed it, and her fingers stroked the thin shirt, under which was wrapped a thick bandage, covering his body round and round.

"Small injury, it's okay." He stood up and said to her, "Look, I'm not all right."

Her hand pressed him firmly, although he had no strength, he cared about her injury and did not dare to move rashly.

"I'm really fine," he coaxed, "Don't you believe me?"

She blinked, shook her head with tears in her eyes, nodded again, and finally hugged him tightly in a panic, spilling all the tears on his shoulders.

With that kind of fire and explosion, it is absolutely impossible for him to escape unscathed.

She recalled the scene at that time and was afraid, if they hadn't just hid in the corner between the wall and the iron door, if the iron door couldn't bear the load, if...if, they were really dead.

Ah Cheng, will you regret it?

Regret that in such a splendid age of yours, you loved someone who didn't know right or wrong, and offered your young life instead of the belief deep in your heart.

If that's the case, will you hate me?

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