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[He Hongxue issued an order for the two of you in the underground market] "I saw it."

He Wenhan's playful laughter came from the other end of the phone [The lover eloped with his younger brother and tried to hurt He Hongxue, who is the master, the position he gave you is quite interesting, isn't it? 】"Phillips' offense is quite effective, He Hongxue doesn't necessarily have the energy to be distracted to deal with other things."

Holding the microphone in his hand, Ming Chen sat on the balcony and looked at the endless green grass outside the house. As for those who tried to get close to him and He Wenxuan for the bounty, they probably would never return.

【It's embarrassing to see the conceited He Hongxue become what he is now--】It's not worthy of sympathy, especially after knowing that He Hongxue actually shot He Wenxuan.

After a short pause, He Wenhan continued [how is he? 】

"Excessive blood loss, and has been in a coma since the operation, but there should be no major problems."

Looking away from the green field, Mingchen turned his head and glanced into the room. The early spring wind lifted the tulle of the curtains, and a vague figure lay faintly on the bed, with a series of professional medical equipment beside the bed.

"Talk to you next time."

Hanging up the phone, standing up while leaning on the arm of the chair, Ming Chen opened the curtain and walked into the room.

"How long have I been asleep?" The voice was hoarse, like sand blown by the wind in a cold night. He Wenxuan's eyes fell on the man who was walking towards him slowly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he looked at the man He stretched out his hand, the one that was not injured, "Hey, you look like an angel."

The fingertips lightly touched He Wenxuan's outstretched hand, and the bright sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on their touching fingertips, covering them like a clean holy light.

Slowly intertwined, fingers hooked, and gently held.Holding Ming Chen's hand and kissing his lips, the still weak man smiled contentedly. In Ming Chen's eyes, he was like a child who got a treasure, and his innocent heart moved slightly.

"Hi, Sleeping Beauty." Reaching out to gently smooth He Wenxuan's hair, Ming Chen sat on the side of the bed, "Sleep for a while, sleep for a while..."

"It feels great to see you when I open my eyes..." whispered softly, the young man who was still holding Ming Chen's hand tightly closed his eyes again.

The corner of Mingchen's mouth raised a slight smile, and other people would probably be shocked if they saw it, and the eyes of a cruel and cruel man would also reveal watery tenderness.

"It's also nice to be able to open your eyes and see me."

The oncoming wind blows on the cheeks and forehead, refreshing and full of the vigorous breath of early spring.

The low-altitude plane gliding over the grassland casts a moving shadow on the ground, like a fish swimming in the sea.

"The technique is good, He Wenxuan."

A man wearing a flying helmet is admiring the grassland scenery below the plane through sunglasses, a mighty flock of running sheep, a golden lion following closely behind the flock, and a hippopotamus drinking water by the pond... the prairie The scenery has a panoramic view.

The music is playing in the plane, and the man's hand in leather gloves rests casually on the edge of the plane. The open space allows them to feel the presence of the wind. Mingchen likes sitting in a low-altitude plane more than sitting in a sports car .

The injuries on his body have not fully recovered. He Wenxuan slowly landed the plane on a flat highland in the plain after a certain distance. There are almost no wild animals here. Understand the situation again.

It has been several months.

It has been several months since they left District [-].

"I'm pretty good at everything."

He took out two bottles of beer from the plane, and He Wenxuan threw one of them to the man who had already stepped off the plane.

The sun shines on the red rocks like a wild flame, yellow sand, grass, wild animals, and old trees.

A light plane, two men drinking.

A year has passed, both he and his life have undergone earth-shaking changes. It cannot be said that every choice is correct, but judging from today's results, at least he will not regret it.

Stretching his arms around He Wenxuan's waist, Mingchen leaned his head against the man's shoulder next to the man. The two men sat under the shade of a tree and looked at the prairie in the distance, the trees in the distance, and the distance was burned by the evening glow. Gorgeous and magnificent sky.

"It's so beautiful..." Ming Chen murmured.

Watching the scenery of the grassland at sunset and sunrise by one person is completely different from watching it with two people.When a person looks at it, it is more often a kind of lonely sadness, the insignificance of a human being and the magnificence of nature.

What about two people?Probably the so-called romance, even if the burning clouds in the distant sky are rolling and surging, you can still close your eyes with a smile.

He Wenxuan grabbed the man's hand, bowed his head and kissed Ming Chen's lips, his body gradually lowered until he pushed the man to the ground.

The wind blows, and the thick green grass is rustled, as if a girl's skirt brushes over her heart.

Itchy, crispy.

"What is this?" A small cold ring was put on his finger, Ming Chen raised his left hand to take a look, and suddenly smiled.

"Ring." He Wenxuan grabbed the man's hand and kissed it.

"Marriage proposal?" She raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Tell other people that you already belong."

Turning the corner of his mouth, Mingchen squinted his eyes and looked at He Wenxuan's left hand: "Why don't you have one in your hand?

"Wait for you to help me put it on." He Wenxuan took out an identical ring from his pocket and put it in Mingchen's palm. He lowered his upper body and whispered next to Mingchen's ear, "I am you of."

"Of course you are mine." Immediately, she couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, like a proud cat.

From evening to night, the night sky of the prairie is filled with stars, and the beasts in the distance are humming, like a distant song.

Ming Chen leaned on He Wenxuan's uninjured shoulder, and the two talked about some interesting things about each other's past from time to time, and laughed lightly from time to time.

"When I was young, I liked a girl. The kind of liking was very vague and pure. I just liked it secretly in my heart and never said it. But the strange thing is that I didn't feel anything after seeing her again after a few years. "

"It sounds like you are a person who is easy to empathize with other people." Ming Chen said jokingly.

"It's probably just a simple liking and appreciation, which is far from the level of love. The more mature you are, the harder it is to fall in love with someone." He Wenxuan turned his head to look at the man, and said with a smile, "In the real sense In love, you are the first."

Ming Chen said softly, with an undisguised possessiveness and confidence in his slightly drunken smile: "It will be the last one too."

"Will I be the last one you fall in love with?" Of course He Wenxuan knew that he was not the first man Mingchen fell in love with, but at least let him be the only one and the last one.

"You are."

"I like this answer very much." He Wenxuan turned over and pressed Mingchen's body suddenly, and stretched out his hand to the man's waist, with a little bit of affection in his starry eyes, "Is it cold?"

"Your injury hasn't completely healed yet, so don't be arrogant, He Wenxuan, you are not an impulsive person."

"Perhaps the grassland awakened my wildness?"

Suddenly laughed, Ming Chen grabbed the man's shoulder and instantly reversed the positions of the two of them. Sitting on He Wenxuan's lower abdomen, he grabbed the man's hands and supported his side waist. Heartfelt and unabashedly provocative.

Using his fingers to draw the outline of He Wenxuan's pectoral muscles through the man's shirt, Ming Chen said in a deep voice, "Then—want to see my wildness?"

Is that even a question?

He Wenxuan took a deep breath and stared at the man. "Extremely happy."

He Wenxuan was not the first man he fell in love with, nor was he the only man who saw his wild side.

But at least for now, it's his only man.

"Sir, here is your letter."

"understood."

The man who came back from the grassland was the first to go back to the bedroom and take a comfortable hot bath, while He Wenxuan had to go to the medical room again due to some "special reasons".

Wrapped in a soft and comfortable white bathrobe, seeing that He Wenxuan hadn't come back, Mingchen stepped on the slippers and went to the study first, probably He Wenhan sent a letter over again.

He Wenhan is very keen to send letters to the two of them, and there is never a lack of banter between the lines. Occasionally, he will include a selfie of He Wenhan himself around the world, as well as a few comments on the current battle between the He family and the royal family. The battle is still stalemate. Oddly enough the conflicted emotions are nowhere near what they were last winter.

Was Phillips tired or something else?

Poured himself a glass of Martell, the man walked to the desk and sat down, took a sip of the wine and put the transparent glass aside.

Sure enough, there was a letter on the desk, red ink pad, an ordinary letter, slightly different from the letters he usually received from He Wenhan.

"Yiyun, who sent the letter?" Ming Chen asked aloud.

"Sir, Zhang Na asked me to give it to you."

Zhang Na?

Mingchen gave Zhang Na the holy stone he got from District [-] for research after he gave up on resurrecting Altaïr in a few months. Could it be that he found something?

The silver knife opened the envelope, Ming Chen took out the letter paper, a photo slipped out of the envelope and fell on the ground, Ming Chen put the letter paper away, and when he bent down to pick up the photo, he froze suddenly, his vision was blocked Pinned to the photo, it can't move at all.