[Lou Li the Pretender] Orphan Note

Who is the person standing opposite, Minglou has a rough idea.

In fact, when he went to see Wang Manchun in the morning, he saw some clues.

The task Nantian assigned to Wang Manchun was probably to ask her to prove that her relationship with Yu Manli was true.

He just didn't expect that Mingtai would come here on his own.

He sent Mingtai home because he was afraid that Wang Manchun would doubt Mingtai even more.

But Yu Manli was different, she was originally a pawn he used to confuse Wang Manchun.

And now she is not just a pawn.

Because——the second reason why Minglou came here in a hurry was to cater to the psychology of Wang Manchun and Nantian Yoko.

On the opposite side of the balcony at this moment, Wang Manchun tightly squeezed a small silver telescope, her body tensed into a broken line, and her upper body almost leaned out of the window.

The rain hit the window panes, blurring her vision.

Ghost weather.

She cursed.

A heart is blunt and bitter, but his face must be serious.

Very strange.

Wang Manchun didn't even know what she wanted to see.

Does she want to see that Yu Manli is just a celebrity?Then Minglou's motives are doubtful and his identity is a mystery.

Or does she want to see two people, you, me, Qinse and Ming?

All the spring light in the house fell into my eyes.

Her love and dignity were torn apart.

She had thrown herself into Minglou's arms before, and he had kissed her before, holding her like that, but from the perspective of a bystander, it was the first time for him to hug someone else and do the same thing to another woman.

It was like a blow to the head, bleeding from the head, and swallowing tears and anger.

She put down the binoculars.

The left hand caressed the white gauze of the right hand, and the sudden touch hinted at new scars. Wang Manchun couldn't help thinking that ten years ago, she knelt and waited in the heavy rain for a whole night. It was also the same thunderstorm weather, and she was alone.

A person faces the whole world and abandons her.

Her love once again fell into a deadlock.

He left then, but this time, he changed his mind.

A tear fell.

Wang Manchun closed his eyes, then suddenly drew the gun from his waist, pulled the bolt - pointed it out the window -

In the opposite room, Ming Lou held Yu Manli in his arms and accurately blocked Wang Manchun's gun.

She widened her eyes.

The trigger trembled under his index finger, ready to be pulled at any moment.

why!

At the same time, Minglou's voice was beside Manli's ear, gentle and calm.

"Don't move, don't look."

She trembled, obediently not moving.

A smile curled up at the corner of Minglou's mouth, and he said softly, "It should have been so good earlier."

He suddenly turned her head straight, and his breath sprayed on her face—he wanted to kiss her.

There was panic in Yu Manli's eyes - she also saw the black muzzle of the gun behind Minglou at this moment.

She struggled, "Don't—"

Her voice was low but fierce, "You want to die!"

How could he stimulate Wang Manchun to achieve his goal of whitewashing himself!

Taking personal risks is definitely not the best policy.

What's more, Minglou can choose thousands of ways, even he should change places with her!

She can die, but Ming Lou cannot.

Yu Manli wanted to resist his kiss.

Minglou didn't force her either, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Okay, I won't kiss you, but hug you, okay?"

Yu Manli was stunned.

In the next second, Minglou quickly hugged her and fell to the floor——the gun came through the air with the sound of the wind!

"Bang! Crack—bang!"

The window glass was broken.

Yu Manli was pinned down tightly by Ming Lou, unable to move.

But when she touched some hot and sticky liquid with her hand, her heart went cold for a moment—Yu Manli slowly raised her hand—red, dazzling red.

What dripped onto the floor must not be Minglou's blood, it must be his own, it must be his own...

She stared blankly at Minglou, who was looking at her with a smile.

The smile is shallow, almost transparent.

"For a while...cry louder, and I won't fall asleep."

If you can't sleep, you won't die.

Yu Manli felt that she was going to be pushed to the brink of collapse by Minglou, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Minglou smiled lightly, "Very well...that's how it is..."

His voice gradually faded.

"Snapped--!"

The door was locked.

The door was knocked open with a "boom--", Wang Manchun stumbled in and yelled at a group of armed men outside the door: "Hurry up and take him to the car and take him to the hospital!"

Seeing Minglou being carried out, Yu Manli immediately sat up, running with the stretcher regardless of her clothes and shoes.

Wang Manchun looked at her, "You are not allowed to go!"

Yu Manli didn't seem to be able to hear, so she continued to rush forward.

Wang Manchun could not wait to shoot again - she should have killed her just now.

But Yu Manli is still her subordinate, and she is the best candidate to find out the details of Mingtai.

As for Ming Lou—his every move just now, if it was just acting, would be too much.

Wang Manchun suddenly heaved a sigh of relief—at least she could report to Nantian that Minglou was not suspected of concealing drugs, and she was definitely not helping Mingtai.

Yu Manli looked at Wang Manchun calmly, "If you can't shoot me now, I will always guard him."

She ran out.

Wang Manchun rested his hand on the gun at his waist.

For a long time without moving.

Outside the apartment, Yu Manli was going to follow her into the car, which was about to drive to the private hospital in Shanghai.

Without Director Wang's order, no one would dare to carry Yu Manli.

Who doesn't know Wang Manchun's attitude?

Yu Manli glanced around coldly, "When you, Chief Ming, wake up, if you can't see me, you'll know it looks good."

A single threat is more effective than a thousand pleas.

But these people all knew that their immediate supervisor was Wang Manchun, and if they offended Wang Manchun, they would not even have the chance of being punished by Minglou.

Yu Manli watched the car go away, gritted her teeth, and rushed to the phone booth a few streets away from the apartment.

Pedestrians looked at her with strange eyes—a young girl with a beautiful complexion and disheveled clothes.

Her hands were stained with blood, and her eyes had a frightening gleam.

When Minglou woke up, Wang Manchun kept holding his hand.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and when she saw Minglou waking up, she choked up and said, "Brother, you finally woke up, and I will definitely find out who hurt you! How dare you shoot in the French Concession, this matter must be done!" Jail!"

Minglou smiled slightly, "I'm fine... Man Chun, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Manchun was stunned by a word of tenderness.

She really regretted why she couldn't learn from Yu Manli earlier.

Which man doesn't eat this set!

Seeming to have touched some wound, Minglou frowned, and said to Wang Manchun, "Excuse me...Manchun, find a nurse."

Wang Manchun got up quickly and went out to call for someone.

The nurse came in wearing a mask, with clouds in her big eyes.

Her voice was very low, "Mr. Ming wants to change his medicine, Director Wang better not look at it."

Indeed, she caused the wound, and she dared not look at it.

Wang Manchun withdrew.

As soon as I went out, I saw Ah Cheng, "Ah Cheng... are you here too?"

She is a little embarrassed.

Ah Cheng nodded, and gave her a slight look, "Director Wang, thanks to you this time."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wang Manchun always feels that Ah Cheng's eyes are a bit cold.

She avoided his eyes, "He is my senior brother and will always be."

Ah Cheng looked at her quietly.

At this moment the nurse opened the door and came out.

She said to Ah Cheng: "Mr. Ming needs to recuperate, and it is not appropriate to see guests anymore. Director Wang and Mr. Ah Cheng, please go back."

Private hospitals in Shanghai are famous for taking their illness as their priority, and they never listen to people's words and choose people to do things.

Wang Manchun was already upset, and was about to leave when Ah Cheng called her: "I'll see Director Wang off."

He called her Director Wang, not Miss Wang.

Wang Manchun's heart skipped a beat, her uneasiness continued to grow, she smiled dryly, "No need."

Ah Cheng frowned, "But...Director Wang, I have sent your driver back."

The nurse didn't have time to watch the two of them practice Tai Chi, so she took a bottle of liquid medicine from the medicine cart and went in.

Just as Minglou closed his eyes, he heard the sound again, saw the "nurse" leaving and returning, and smiled.

"You are so clingy, Miss Nurse."

"Mr. Ming, please don't tease your nurse."

The voice returned to its original sweetness, which belonged exclusively to Manli.

Ming Lou hooked his hands, "Come here."

Yu Manli glanced at him, took out a syringe from her pocket, "Want to have a shot?"

Ming Lou raised his eyebrows, "Are you serious?"

Yu Manli snorted coldly, "You're not afraid of being shot, but are you afraid of injections?"

She approached him, but there was a faint sparkle in her eyes.

Minglou's heart sank, and the blood all over his body suddenly boiled, flowing to his limbs and bones.

She was about to cry, but she looked happier than before.

This kind of happiness was something Ming Lou had never seen in Man Li.

Happiness is an emotion unique to those who are relieved. People who are grudges, brooding, and cold-hearted are not happy.

Yu Manli didn't smile, but Minglou seemed to hear her heart laughing.

Is it because of yourself?

Minglou looked at her quietly, only feeling that half of her face that was covered could come vividly before her eyes.

Yu Manli knelt down, hesitated, and finally took his hand, "Minglou, luckily you didn't die."

Minglou waited.

Yu Manli will definitely have something to say.

For example, "Who will pay my rent when you die? Who will let me bully you?" and so on.

But after Yu Manli finished speaking, she lowered her head.

She squatted in front of Minglou's bed, the wind outside the window whipped up the white curtains, rising and falling like a sea of ​​clouds and mist.

Yu Manli buried her face in Minglou's palm, which was moist and warm.

Her back twitched, but no sound came out.

She is crying.

Minglou's heart also twitched.

He suddenly realized that he was just a little—out of control.