[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Now that Wang Manchun is on the cusp of the storm, Yan Lu is obviously the one who stays with Wang Manchun with Qiu.And these two people, no matter what, nothing can happen now.

Now, the Ming family's situation is even more delicate.

In any case, they cannot argue here.Especially at this critical moment.

When Minglou came to Mingcheng's side, Wang Manchun's expression was normal, and nothing unusual could be seen.Raising his hand to press down Mingcheng's gun, Minglou said flatly, "Director Wang, please go ahead."

"Brother!" Mingcheng yelled again, but the gun in his hand was tightly held by Minglou, unable to pull it out.

Wang Manchun raised his eyebrows and glanced at Minglou, meaning he didn't understand, and ignored the Ming brothers, Manchun bypassed the two of them and walked straight to Yiqiufang.

Wang Yiqiu was still lying there quietly, as if she was asleep, the fierce fight in the room didn't wake her up, she just lay here peacefully, covered in blood, no matter how worldly it was.

Rejecting the strict law, Man Chun staggered to support Yi Qiu's body, looking at the smiling younger sister, Man Chun said: "Yi Qiu, sister will take you home."

Yiqiu's face was buried in Manchun's arms, not angry, but he looked like he was wronged when he was a child and sought comfort.She was very cold, like a piece of human-shaped ice, but Manchun suddenly felt warm, and it was the warmest moment tonight.

Staggering and dragging Yiqiu, Manchun walked forward bit by bit.

Mingcheng is completely suppressed by Minglou, making it difficult to get close to Yiqiu.But when Manchun passed by him, Mingcheng actually moved and slammed into the Kaiming Building. Mingcheng took a brisk step, grabbed Yiqiu's hand, and pulled it out forcefully.

Yiqiu's head buried in Manchun's arms turned away, one side was pale and black, but with a relieved smile, facing Mingcheng, as if saying goodbye to him.

"Ah Cheng!" Minglou grabbed Mingcheng's shoulder and tugged back.But Mingcheng is like a stone statue, standing stubbornly, refusing to give in.

Using force again, Yiqiu has already stretched out half of his body.

Wang Manchun looked at Mingcheng whose eyes were bloodshot, raised his brows sharply, a dark light flashed across his eyes, and opened his cold lips: "Strict law—"

"Boom——"

Accompanied by a cold sound, a gunshot rang out, and Yan Lu fired, hitting Mingcheng's hand holding Yiqiu.

"Wang Manchun!"

Minglou stared angrily and scolded sharply, never expecting Wang Manchun to do this suddenly.

Man Chun finally turned her gaze slowly, and looked squarely at Minglou, at the love she put on the top of her heart to take care of in the past, at the man who ruined her life and her family.

That person was extremely handsome, his face was as clear as a sculpture, and his angular face was extremely handsome. Wherever he went, there was a mellow and elegant atmosphere, which made people sink.

Right now, there is only warmth.

She was trapped by love because she didn't understand, but now that she understands, she no longer has the obsession that she can't extricate herself from.

"The members of my Wang family are not for your Ming family to move at will. The Ming family is not worthy." Hugging Yiqiu tightly, Manchun moved towards the door step by step.

Mingcheng's cuffs were already stained red, and drops of blood were smudged in the bright yellow light, as if burning, becoming blurred.The blood flowed down his slender fingers, slowly soaked Yiqiu's palm, and then shattered from Yiqiu's fingertips to the ground.

Her arm was already exhausted, so she could only let her cold hand slide out of his palm, as if he couldn't prevent her from dying.

Mingcheng is like a trapped animal, wanting to move forward, but Minglou firmly restrains him.

He began to struggle violently, stretched out his hand several times, reached for Yiqiu, he wanted to rub her flesh and blood into his body, and melt into the rest of his life together with all the memories about her.

But he couldn't even hug her gradually cooling body, enjoy the process of losing her so meticulously, and then clearly realize that she is so small, but so much, she once gave him everything, but he has nothing left.

Yiqiu's hand is small, not slender, like a doll's hand, the palm is a bit thick, glowing with crystal color, like a fat dumpling.However, on the wrist of her right hand, there was a thin and dense scar, which looked very scary.

After Mingcheng's fingertips scratched the scar, she completely lost her warmth.

"Yiqiu—" Mingcheng was pinned down on the ground by Minglou, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only touch afterimages.

When she was alive, he couldn't love her openly, but now he came to fight for her corpse.

"Don't go—"

Yiqiu lay quietly in Manchun's arms, and with the bumps of walking, she lowered her arms and shook them gently, with hot blood on her palms.

Mingcheng was lying on the ground, panting in embarrassment, crying helplessly, something in his chest was withering and festering involuntarily.All that he had was lost by his hands, and he was finally free.

He no longer has a lover to make him hesitate, and maybe he will not have a wife in this life to make him miss the troubled times.

Yiqiu decides not to go at this time, so that the two of them can stay for three minutes, so that they won't meet each other on the battlefield of their home country in the future.In the moment of farewell, there is no hesitation.

Mingcheng lay on the cold muddy floor, looked at Minglou next to him, and muttered hoarsely: "Brother...she's dead..."

Minglou didn't speak, but quietly picked up his injured arm to stop the bleeding.The few bright light bulbs on the beams made him cry.

He was forced to filter out possible conflicts in the future prematurely, but why didn't he have the slightest joy, and even regretted, he struggled so painfully.

Mingcheng felt that he was dead, although he was still alive.Back then, the person who had joked with him and supported all his expectations for the future took him away.