[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Tie the bandage in his hand into a knot, and Mingcheng's wound will be considered healed.

Standing up the white shirt that had faded to the shoulders, she buttoned him one by one. Although it was silent, but gentle and eternal, she wanted time to stop at this moment.

Standing up, her legs were already numb and unconscious.Mingcheng shook his head and got up too.

Yiqiu said coldly, "Don't move..."

Mingcheng really didn't move, blinked his eyes and said weakly: "Brother still has a meeting, it's about to start..."

Yiqiu looked at his watch while pouring water to look for medicine, and it was exactly as Mingcheng said, the meeting at three o'clock was already 02:30.Handing the water glass to Mingcheng, tilting his head and saying softly, "This is painkiller, you take it first."

Mingcheng obediently responded, took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.Yiqiu went into the bathroom, and came out with a wet towel.Mingcheng subconsciously touched his face, it was sticky, full of sweat stains, feeling uncomfortable for a while.He stretched out his right hand, thanked him, and wanted to take the towel from Yiqiu's hand, but Yiqiu directly brushed Mingcheng's outstretched hand, knelt down in front of Mingcheng, held the towel, and covered Mingcheng. face.

His eyes widened in astonishment, not understanding why Yiqiu was doing this.Yiqiu's face is calm and his eyes are calm, which is extremely disproportionate to this ambiguous behavior.

After simply wiping Mingcheng's face, Yiqiu turned around and went into the bathroom again. Before Mingcheng could react to this series of actions, Yiqiu came up to him with something again, took a closer look, Mingcheng Cheng screamed out in shock, not even half a minute calm.

"Hey... what are you doing with a lipstick!"

Mingcheng's brows and eyes were a little distorted. He watched Yiqiu stand in front of him holding a lipstick quite calmly, and said in surprise: "You don't want me to wipe this thing?!"

"Yeah..." Taking Qiu Hui as a matter of course, she raised her eyebrows and asked Mingcheng, "You don't want to go out with a mouth that looks like you've gnawed on a wall."

Mingcheng's complexion is more like bronze, but he can still pass the test, but at this moment, his paper-thin white lips are quite abrupt on his face. At first glance, he can't help but stare at this excessively white mouth.

Pursing his somewhat dry lips, Mingcheng felt a little guilty, shrunk his head as if disgusted or wronged, and said in a deep voice: "I'm an old man, wouldn't it be weirder to wipe a woman's things?"

Yiqiu frowned and said sharply, "It's not like I want you to be painted like my sister. Besides, it's better for you to wear a flaming red lip than a wall-gnawing mouth."

Wang Yiqiu has a sharp tongue since childhood, and Mingcheng is good at coping, but it doesn't mean he can handle it.Although what he said was very blunt, he would be ridiculed for at most two days when he went out wearing lipstick, but if he went out with a white mouth, what was waiting for him might be No. 76 or a court-martial.

Mingcheng remained silent, acting tacitly obedient.Yiqiu dabbed two or three strokes of bright red lightly on her thumb, leaned over and stretched out her hand, and touched Mingcheng's lips.Mingcheng's eyes widened and he wanted to lean back, but he thought that if he didn't wipe it with his hands but operated it directly with the red pen, it would really become a flaming red lip.Let him do it himself?Putting lipstick on in front of Wang Yiqiu?Under all kinds of considerations, Mingcheng could only stand up straight, like a prisoner on the execution ground, seeing death as home, closing his eyes tightly, not to mention the pain.

When Yiqiu touched Mingcheng's lips, a ray of electricity ran along the thumb and passed through the arm to the heart, and the body trembled involuntarily, and a kind of excitement directly stimulated the brain through the spine.Wang Yiqiu's eyes darkened, and he swallowed.

They, one day in the future... are destined to reach the two ends of the balance, and are destined to meet each other in battle. As long as her surname is Wang, as long as she chooses her sister, they are destined to be a tragedy.

Do you still want to start when you know that the ending is doomed to be sad?

Mingcheng's lips were already dry and cracked, and the lipstick was in pieces, which was not only ugly, but also stung Mingcheng painfully.

His breath hit her hands, they were so close.Mingcheng, who closed his eyes tightly, couldn't see the turbulence in Wang Yiqiu's eyes, and neither of the two people with manic heartbeats noticed the other's gaffe.

Sigh the three thousand winds and rains in the world of mortals, the song is not over, people have dispersed, leaving the world alone and sleepless.She couldn't leave this relationship, couldn't let it go, and couldn't bear it. Even if she gritted her teeth and hurt her internal organs, she still wanted to think about him, look at him, help him, and love him.

Emotions are irrational, and in front of Mingcheng, Wang Yiqiu is also irrational.

Yiqiu withdrew her hand from Mingcheng's lips, and the moment Mingcheng opened his eyes, he closed them and pressed down.

When Mingcheng opened his eyes and his vision was still in a daze, he suddenly felt a heat on his lips, and he involuntarily leaned back.An inexplicable trembling and excitement filled every pore, and he even felt that the tumbling blood could open up the freshly bandaged wound.

Due to Mingcheng's injury, Yiqiu could only hold his face with one hand, prop up the leather chair with the other hand, kneel on the stool between Mingcheng's legs with his left leg, keep his right leg on his own, lower his head, and gently Thin pecking kisses.

Yiqiu felt that something that had been suppressed had exploded.

His lips were a little cold, far from his hot breath, he was dumb and motionless, even though she could feel his increasingly hot body temperature.

Mingcheng felt that something was wrong, something was struggling in the iron net of reason, and wanted to break free.Under the constant struggle between the cage and the trapped beast, he could only stand still, motionless.

The softness rolling on his lips is not strong, from the initial light pecking to the final licking, biting, and sucking.He has always been cautious, like a feather, which seems to have nothing, which makes him feel uncomfortable.He raised his hand tremblingly, trying to hold the woman in front of him, but he couldn't, and couldn't.He accepted, but did not respond.

The never-before-seen intimacy with Mingcheng made the corner of Wang Yiqiu's heart that had always been empty gradually fill up.

Then she smiled, so that her eyes narrowed, she was as proud as a little fox, just as reckless as she was back then.Mingcheng began to tremble violently, his right hand kept approaching Wang Yiqiu's waist, trying to hug her, but when there was only one centimeter left, he suddenly lost the person in his arms.

Originally mottled on the lips, the patches of lipstick were evenly licked by the constant licking, very rosy and not abrupt.

Yiqiu laughed softly, "Okay... let's go, you're going to be late."

Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, then answered slowly, and stood up from the stool a little staggeringly, ignoring the sense of loss in his heart, not knowing what kind of emotion he was holding, and said hoarsely with lust: "Thank you. ..I'm leaving."

He picked up the suit jacket that fell on the ground, put it on, looked carefully and found that the buttons on the suit were torn off when Yiqiu was pulling the clothes, Mingcheng blinked, and saw Yiqiu handing it over while thinking. A stub and a button.

Yiqiu raised his hand and said with a smile, "You can tie it up yourself..."

Seeing Yiqiu's scoundrel expression, Mingcheng also smiled, and there was indulgence and pampering in his smile that he didn't realize.After receiving the thread and buttons, he barely tied them on his body, but he could only open his arms, Mingcheng shook his head, and walked out the door.

Before leaving, I suddenly heard Yiqiu say: "Yoko Nantian is dead. It is not expected that Yoshimasa Fujita will take over the extra-high school. Before meeting Brother Aki, he will come to me first. Mr. Mingcheng, what can you tell me?" Did I convey it to Chief Yoshimasa Fujita?"

Yiqiu turned his face away from Mingcheng, and Mingcheng looked at Wang Yiqiu who was standing against the light, a corner of his heart softened quietly, and he replied in a deep voice: "Minister Wang is business-like, Mingcheng admires it. Hearing that Director Wang's old illness had relapsed, he ran back from the hospital regardless of himself, and hoped that Director Wang would take better care of his body so as not to leave hidden dangers."

"Thanks for caring..."

The replacement of the first seat in the special high school will inevitably lead to new changes in the situation, and the successor Fujita Yoshimasa is more shrewd than Nanada Yoko. In order to clear herself from the suspicion of assassinating Nantian, she must have an alibi, and she Alibi - the hospital.

After Mingcheng left, Wang Yiqiu dialed Wang's phone number: "Strict law? Come to the new government office building right away..."

I stuffed the blood-stained gauze and bandages into my schoolbag, cleaned up the mess, opened the window, and looked at the smoky Shanghai scenery... for a while.A new storm has begun, and then she must concentrate on dealing with Fujita Yoshimasa, and let her indulge herself first before her final fate arrives.

The author has something to say: Emotional drama... I hope it doesn't collapse, and the emotional drama will be more cryptic when we move to the spy war next!