After Kicking Ming Ye, He Cried and Begged Me To Hug Him Every Night!

   Chapter 223 The third master Ming and others have been planning for a long time to graduate

  I still get angry now and then, but compared to being angry, the more intuitive feeling at this moment is that the sense of self-defeating loss in my heart has been washed away.

   Ming Siyan is really good at diverting his attention.

   I stopped thinking about those **** things in my mind. I was really tired now and then. I rubbed my temples, rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

   I slept until the afternoon and heard the sound of unlocking.

  Ming Feng walked in with the boiled red dates and longan soup, and when he saw Jin and Shi woke up, he hurriedly handed it over, "Miss Jin, I haven't eaten for a day, drink something to warm your stomach, and see if the sweetness suits your taste."

   Jinxi nodded, first went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and then came over to take a sip, his eyes lit up, "It's okay."

   She drank all the sweet soup to save face, and commented, "It would be even better with dessert."

  Mingfeng was very happy, with a smile in his brows and eyes, and said positively, "Next time I will cook Tremella and lotus seed porridge for you, but the sweetness can't be added any more, it's not good for Miss Jin's teeth."

  Slightly squinted.

   Mingfeng stared at the girl's death, gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and refused to bow his head.

   "The dog man taught his subordinates to behave like him."

   He kicked his legs in the past and present, muttering boringly, "It's boring."

  Mingfeng felt that he had escaped the catastrophe, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The kitchen has prepared dinner, Miss Jin, let's come out to eat."

   The present and the past nodded and followed.

   Then I saw that there were more than a dozen dead men from the Anbu of the Ming family in the villa.

   guards the windows one by one, as well as the entrance of the front door and the back door.

   Flies are hard to fly.

   At first glance, it is to prevent the past from running.

   The present and the past are lazily looking around, with a secret expression on their faces.

  Ming Feng was uneasy, and he said bravely, "Miss Jin, don't be angry, the third master is also worried about your safety."

   Jin Xi sneered, shrugged indifferently, and hummed, "I really want to run, can he stop me?"

  Mingfeng thought of the amazing destructive power of the past and present, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and hurriedly said, "Miss Jin, don't scare me, if you leave, the third master wakes up and will kill me..."

   Jin and Xi's eyes narrowed, "What happened to him?"

   "What's the matter? You passed out!" Ming Jingchen stood on the steps of the second floor with his hands on the wooden railing, condescendingly looking down at the past and present,

   "This person will still have a fever and become delirious. The two of you are really more interesting than the other, and the one who is in love is going to die."

   Hearing the words in the past and present, he walked up the steps.

   Ming Jingchen stretched out his hand to stop her, and asked with a scrutiny, "What did you do Ming Siyan staring at you like this? Do you want to run away from someone else?"

   Jin and Shi's voice was dull, "Are you in charge?"

   "Did you take advantage of Interpol and want to leave Anbu behind?" Ming Jingchen asked sharply.

  The present and the past are expressionless, "I don't need to explain my affairs to you, get out of the way."

   "You should call me second brother about your relationship with my younger brother." Ming Jingchen said arrogantly and coldly, "Why don't I have the right to ask questions?"

   Ming Feng muttered, "But didn't the second master cut off the relationship with the third master?"

  Ming Jingchen swung over with a knife.

  The end of Jinxi's eyes showed impatience, "Ask whatever you want, don't talk nonsense with me."

  Ming Jingchen cleared his throat, stared at the faces of the past and present, not letting go of the girl's change in expression, "What's your relationship with the Interpol, why are they helping you?"

   Jin and Fu sighed, "They owe me a favor."

   "What kind of favor?" Ming Jingchen frowned in disbelief. How could a normal person make Interpol owe her favor?

   Mingfeng also looked at the past and present curiously.

   Jin and Xi paused for a while, then slowly said, "A life-threatening favor."

   Ming Jingchen's eyes froze.

   The Interpol team has been in contact with all kinds of terrorist cases, and the fate of human beings can only make him think that maybe he has experienced a certain major case in the past and the past, and he is the victim in it.

   If so, everything that was previously unreasonable becomes reasonable.

  Ming Jingchen's heart was instantly put down, as long as it wasn't a spy.

   "Then when are you going to come with me..." Ming Jingchen didn't finish his words, he bumped directly into his body and went to Ming Siyan's resting room.

  Ming Jingchen's forehead darkened and he said with restraint, "I haven't married my third brother yet. As a subordinate, do you treat your superior like this?"

  Second Master Ming thought that when the time comes, the present and the past must receive internal education and correct their attitude.

  Ming Feng kept up with Jin and Past silently, and reminded Ming Jingchen by the way, "Miss Jin didn't seem to agree to go to work in Anbu."

  Ming Jingchen snorted softly, this kind of great deed, it's no wonder that the past and present disagree.

   Jin and Shi pushed open the door and went in. A dead man stood beside Ming Siyan's bed, holding a dark concoction in his hand, tremblingly persuaded him to drink it.

  Ming Siyan was half lying on the bed, with the computer on his lap, calmly handling official business, turning a blind eye.

   Until Jinshi walked in front of him, he felt the girlish breath and raised his head.

   "Have you eaten?" Ming Siyan asked, his voice a little hoarse.

  Jin and Xi pulled up a chair, sat down with a golden knife, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him strangely, "Have you caught a cold?"

   "Small things."

   "Since the third master came to Haicheng, his body seems to have weakened. He always catches a cold and fever from time to time. I don't know why." Mingfeng walked in and said beside Jinxi.

   Now and then, he raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to give Ming Siyan a pulse. There was no problem with his pulse, and he could see that his immune system was fine from his complexion.

  The hypocritical disease of fever and cold should not appear on him.

   Are you really mad at her?

   "This is probably the end of the heavy color." Ming Jingchen leaned against the door frame and said impersonally.

   "Third Master, it's time to drink the medicine, it's already hot twice." The dead man urged.

   "Take it." Ming Siyan said, "Don't make me say it a third time."

   The dead man froze and was about to leave with the medicine in his hand.

   Jin and Shi raised his hand, took the medicine into his hand, and handed it directly to Ming Siyan's mouth,

   "Take medicine."

   Ming Siyan, "Small things, you don't need to take medicine, you can take care of yourself after a good night's sleep."

   Mingfeng reminded in a low voice, "Miss Jin, the third master doesn't like to take medicine, he won't take it like you."

   Jin and Shi didn't say anything, got up and grabbed Ming Siyan's chin, and poured the medicine into him roughly and directly.

   "Why don't you just eat it?" She put down the empty medicine bowl.

  Ming Feng, "..."

  Ming Jingchen, "Rude."

  Ming Siyan pursed his lips, his mouth was numb, but he was not angry, he said slowly, "I bought a ticket back to Beijing tomorrow, you go with me."

   Jin and Shi touched his wrist, "Are you informing me or asking for advice?"

   Ming Siyan's amber eyes looked at her quietly, "You see which way will make you more comfortable, anyway, the result is that you have to follow me."

   Jin and Shi couldn't help but smile, looked down at him, casually,

   "I can't refuse, can I?"

   Ming Siyan squinted his eyes slightly, that kind of domineering can't be concealed, "Yeah."

   (end of this chapter)