[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Wang Yiqiu almost cried in Mingcheng's arms, whimpering like a wounded little animal, at a loss for what to do.Mingcheng put his hand on Yiqiu's shoulder, not knowing whether to hug her or push her away.

He knew how important Wang Manchun was to Wang Yiqiu, but so what?Compared with Wang Manchun's life, the lives of countless comrades are right and wrong, which is more important, and Mingcheng knows very well.

Does Wang Yiqiu understand?Of course I understand... Even if it were her, she might make the same choice as Minglou.But it was because of this that she was angry and had difficulty breathing. Whether she was angry with Mingcheng or herself...she couldn't tell the difference.

Others have tried their best to love.But Wang Yiqiu tried his best not to love.Others have exhausted their tenderness to prove, love.They have exhausted their injuries to prove that they do not love.

To die for the motherland is the most beautiful destiny, but facing Wang Manchun embedded in this ideal, she couldn't make a move to dissect it.Wang Yiqiu tried so hard to escape, and the reality that she would rather lose her mind than face it was bloodyly displayed in front of her eyes.

Wang Yiqiu didn't let herself vent for too long, only a few minutes, and her voice of questioning Mingcheng repeatedly calmed down her heart time after time.

Why did you help Der Spiegel many times?Why did she not react when she knew who the murderer of Wang Fuqu was?Why help Minglou and Mingcheng hide their identities?Why choose to cooperate with Mingcheng?Why is she still unable to change anything even knowing all this?

Her reason betrayed her emotions, her instincts betrayed her heart.Aside from Wang Manchun, she is no different from Minglou and Mingcheng.The emotions that belonged to Wang Yiqiu and another soul that did not belong to Wang Yiqiu were split.

After panting for two or three times, Yiqiu loosened Mingcheng's hands, and beat the ground weakly.The tears on his face were still wet, but his eyes were no longer filled with emotion, so he took a few steps back, walked out of Mingcheng's arms, and looked up at Mingcheng.

He has been silent the whole time, without saying a word, his complexion seems to be the same as usual... just... his face seems to be paler.

A vague smell of blood floated in the wings of his nose, Wang Yiqiu was puzzled for a while, and suddenly realized.Lei Ting made a move and took off Mingcheng's entire suit, only to see a red flower smeared on his snow-white shirt.

Mingcheng didn't expect that Wang Yiqiu, who had learned from the pain, would suddenly make such a move, and because of the injury on his shoulder, he couldn't dodge it, so he stood there, as if he was frightened by Wang Yiqiu's sudden fierceness.

"Are you injured?" Yiqiu said in a deep voice, knowing that his actions tore open Mingcheng's wound. It was normal for them to assassinate Nantian, but Wang Yiqiu bit it to pieces just looking at Mingcheng's blood-red shoulder. With a mouthful of silver teeth, he secretly scolded himself for being careless, walked two steps closer to the desk, and said to Mingcheng: "Come here..."

Mingcheng blinked blankly, and took two steps inside without knowing why, Wang Yiqiu's mood changed too quickly, he was a little too late to react.

Both Minglou's and Wang Yiqiu's offices have a separate bathroom, which usually saves two steps, but this time it saves a lot of trouble.And because of the nature of their work, they will have some commonly used medicines around them more or less in case of accidents. They take out bandages and cotton gauze from the medicine box, and mix the hot water in the kettle with some cold water. Cheng stood in front of Yiqiu in a daze but did not take a step closer.

"What are you doing?" Yiqiu frowned and said coldly, "Come here..."

Mingcheng's lips were already a little pale, and sweat flowed down his temples into his shirt.He clutched his left shoulder, frowned, and hesitated for no reason, not daring to step forward.

Yiqiu sighed: "Yoko Nantian is dead, but after a while the news will dissipate and everyone will focus on the Secret Service Committee. You look like this, and you are full of blood. Do you want to visit the military court?"

Mingcheng pursed his lips, and walked towards Yiqiu unsteadily, breathing in pain every time he took a step.Seeing this, Yiqiu hurried forward a few steps, half-supporting Mingcheng's body, and let him sit on the leather chair.

The cold sweat from his forehead flowed directly into his chest along his temples, Mingcheng seemed to be fished out of the water, extremely embarrassed.Yiqiu breathed slightly, and raised his hand towards Mingcheng's neckline. Just as he touched the first button on his shirt, Mingcheng grabbed Yiqiu's hand, and said in an unsteady voice, "I'll do it myself."

Frowning his eyebrows, lowering his voice, Yiqiu said harshly, "You'd better be obedient, otherwise I guarantee that everyone on the floor will know that Mr. Mingcheng was also injured for no reason on the day Mr. Nantian's accident happened."

"You..." Mingcheng stood up and approached Yiqiu, but the wound on his shoulder was involved and he lay down again, his eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched, sweat was pouring down like rain.

Yiqiu's complexion changed, and he moved closer to Mingcheng, a little flustered.Swallowing his saliva, and not worrying about anything else, Yiqiu unbuttoned Mingcheng's shirt. Starting from the first button, the further down he went, the more his hands trembled, and his heartbeat started to speed up involuntarily. He shook his head, but was still a little dizzy.

Yiqiu gasped when he took off the shirt on Mingcheng's body to reveal his strong shoulders.The shirt was only blushing, but the bandage tied on Mingcheng's shoulder was already dripping wet and full of blood, and the pungent rust smell made Yiqiu's eye sockets hurt.Mingcheng's wound was treated urgently and was not stitched up, but when Yiqiu grabbed Mingcheng's shoulder, he tore apart the newly stabilized wound.

He bit his lower lip tightly, held his quick breath, and resisted the soreness in his nasal cavity.Because the straps on Mingcheng's body were wrapped around his chest in addition to wrapping around his shoulders, so for convenience, he had to tear off the straps fixed underneath first, and then take off the straps on Mingcheng's wound.

The trouble is, the bandage on Mingcheng's wound has already been glued to it, if it is torn hard, it may tear the wound even more.

"Just tear it up..." Mingcheng looked at Yiqiu's teary face, and said softly.Obviously it was Qiu's fault that caused the wound to burst open, but at this moment Mingcheng comforted him softly: "It's okay, I can bear it, hurry up..."

Yiqiu pursed her lips, ignoring Mingcheng's nonsense.Soak the clean gauze with water, then pick it up and gently press it to the thickest part of the blood on Mingcheng's shoulder through the bandage. The slightly warm wet cloth will melt the semi-coagulated blood clot, and then take off the bandage, it will not stop. Will pull the wound.

In fact, it stands to reason that it is most hygienic to use salt water to dissolve, but there is really no such condition at the moment.

When the wound was exposed in front of Yiqiu's eyes, his heart felt like a knife.It was a blood hole, exactly the same as the one on Wang Fuqu's forehead, and there were many blood clots around Mingcheng's wound, mixed with the split skin and flesh, there was a bit of mournful and tragic air.

Carefully wiped off the blood stains around the wound, Yiqiu pressed down on the flesh there and exerted slight force, and waited for the blood to gradually stop before covering the wound with a bandage and pressing the fixed cloth strip tightly.

"This wound of yours must be stitched up as soon as possible, or it will be troublesome if it gets infected." Yiqiu said this solemnly, with a serious face and distressed.But Mingcheng replied calmly: "Penetrating wound...it's okay..."

Coupled with his weak tone, this sentence has no credibility at all.

Yiqiu ignored him, but seriously put one end of the bandage under his ribs, because Mingcheng was facing her, so Yiqiu could only pull out the bandage handed behind Mingcheng in an embracing manner.A man's body is different from a woman's. If Yiqiu's slender arms want to reach Mingcheng's back, he has to lie on Mingcheng's body.

Her cheek was only a few centimeters away from Mingcheng's chest, and when she got closer, she got into Mingcheng's arms.Mingcheng also noticed the awkward postures of the two of them. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw her hair twirling. He even felt Wang Yiqiu's breath on his chest, itching, which caused a commotion in his heart.All of a sudden, the upper muscles of the arms and lower back swelled slightly due to tension, and his breathing was also somewhat difficult.

Yiqiu can only step up her movements as soon as possible, so as to escape from this ambiguous situation as soon as possible.

The fiery body temperature on the man's body was like a stove that radiated heat, which made her cheeks burn.When her hands were crossed with bandages, she would inadvertently touch his skin, and the muscles under her fingertips were strong and tight, and that kind of throbbing rushed straight to the top of her head, and then rushed into her heart under Mingcheng's gaze.

Mingcheng lowered his eyes, looked at Wang Yiqiu who was curled up on his chest and was flustered, and raised the only right hand that could move freely, and covered her head: "I'm sorry..."

Like a lightning strike, Wang Yiqiu was stunned, she felt the palm on top of her head shaking slightly and ruffled her hair.Mingcheng's apology seemed to come directly from his chest, deep and mellow, mixed with his unique tenderness.

She was just like a little girl, extremely wronged.

After all, he apologized to her, even though he didn't really do anything wrong, but he still admitted it.That's why Wang Yiqiu likes Mingcheng, because no matter what she does, he always tolerates all her willfulness.

This voice is as simple as the Shanghai Bund in memory.At that time, every summer, every heavy rain, the whole city was watered brightly, presenting a blurred and distorted scene, with a retro charm and a gentle remembrance.

However, the flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year.The old scene was destroyed by artillery fire, and the people in the scene have all dispersed.

The author has something to say: Go, go, go, why is the emotional drama written by me so disgusting... I can't stand it... These chapters are mainly about the emotional line, and the other is the change of the heroine's mentality and camp, so The previous emotional ups and downs are just foreshadowing, hahaha, I'm so entangled...I said, I really don't know how to write about feelings, and the heroine's IQ is offline in these chapters. After all, women in love are fools.