Dyed

Today is Fu Ran's engagement banquet, and the marriage between Ming and Fu's two families is a day of great joy.

Her fiancé is the third son of the Ming family, a well-known playboy in Ying'an City, and the most beautiful boy.

Fu Ran doesn't doubt his appearance, he does have a face that can amaze women at the first sight.

But this time, what he is doing is shameless.

She stood on the high platform, her eyes fixed on the man's strong back.

He knows how to stand in front of him, but if you want to save face, don't do anything wrong.

Shen Ning was crying and clutching at the corner of Ming Sanshao's clothes, "Are you really going to get engaged? You said that I'm the only one. Could it be that what a man said in bed doesn't count?"

Third Young Master Ming wiped away the tears from the corners of Shen Ning's eyes with his slender fingertips, "Good boy, it's just an engagement, I won't marry her."

This marriage caused a sensation in the whole city, and the reporters and media naturally did not let go of the gossip.

"Ming Sanshao, can you introduce to us, who is this young lady?"

"Ming Sanshao, today is a great day for your engagement. Have you ever thought that your fiancée is still here?"

……

Fu Ran glanced at the two elders of the Fu family who were next to him. They couldn't dodge in time, and they didn't have the slightest intention to rush forward to question.

She sighed and shook her head.

The Ming family can't lose face, and the elders have already stepped forward to dissuade the reporter from interviewing.

Ming Sanshao and the woman are reluctant to leave.

"Baby, be good, go back and wait for my news."

"What news are you waiting for? You are engaged..."

"Chengyou, don't mess around!" The elders of the Ming family naturally knew that he was dissatisfied with the engagement.

"Kuang Zi," Ming San Shao called to the side, "send Shen Ning back."

It's rare for Shen Ning to see the elders of the Ming family, how could he be willing to leave like this, no one knows that Ming Sanshao is her man, and if he wants to snatch him, he has to weigh his weight.

She simply didn't do anything and kept on holding the man's wrist with her ten soft fingers, "Chengyou, I'm pregnant with your child."

"Ah—" Surrounded by surprises.

The Ming family lost face.

Shen Ning raised his head, but was completely stunned.

Ming Sanshao's eyes that were still moist just now have become gloomy and cold now, and the narrow and long eyes are pressing towards Shen Ning with an incomparably deep gloom. The corner of his mouth is smiling, but the kind of coldness wrapped in coldness is also mixed with With contempt that made her feel ashamed.

He raised his palm and gently stroked the thin hair on her cheek, "Shen Ning, I didn't hear what you said just now."

"I……"

"Ming Sanshao, this young lady said she is pregnant with your child!" The reporter next to him did not forget to remind her with 'good intentions'.

"Really?" His smile gradually faded, his gifted good looks surpassed everyone else, Shen Ning couldn't see the man's emotions, he always knew how to hide it, "Shen Ning, tell them, are you pregnant?" ?”

He was angry.

Shen Ning did not make a wrong judgment this time, he was really angry.

"I... sorry, I'm not pregnant."

The gloom in Ming Sanshao's eyes dissipated immediately, and he patted Shen Ning's face with little force, but the sound he made was heard in her ears, but it hurt her eardrums.

He retains his grace while she, at her own peril, is hounded by hordes of flashing lights.

"Kuang Zi, send her away."

The face of the second elder of the Ming family looked better now.

"Chengyou, I'll wait for you tonight." Before leaving, Shen Ning dropped a few words.

Ming Sanshao remembered that there was a woman waiting for him not far away.

Fu Ran saw the man's slender body approaching step by step. He was wearing a pure black handmade suit, which looked unremarkable. The white shirt inside had two buttons unbuttoned casually, and there was no matching tie.

He jumped onto the high platform, and suddenly a sense of domineering suffocation hit his face.

Fu Ran looked at him. This was Ming Sanshao and Ming Chengyou.

Relying on his height advantage, he looked at her face from a high position, with slender eyebrows, big eyes, small cherry mouth, and then down...

She has an exquisite figure and has goods on her chest, which is his favorite type.

"Bring it." He stretched out his hand, looking like a rich young man, the master of ceremonies handed the ring to him.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand. Hers was fair and slender, while his was a sexy bronze color. He picked up the ring and put it on her middle finger.

The huge diamond ring was only a few inches in, and when it came to the joints, Fu Ran bent his fingers.

"Why, don't you want to?" The man's voice was full of his unique magnetism, full of temptation.

Fu Ran raised her head and glanced at the man's exposed collarbone inadvertently. She was so close to him that she could clearly see a row of tooth marks that had not yet been erased. She swept across the man's firm chin. Very straight, the end of the eye is thin and slightly curved, it is a typical peach blossom eye.

No wonder just one glance makes one's soul utterly captivated.

"Fu Ran," he said her name lightly, "Ranzi, is it the one who has an affair with others?"

Fu Ran's calm bottom surged suddenly, she bit her lips lightly, the sunlight shone on her vulnerable side face at that time, Ming Chengyou saw anger staining her brows.

Fu Ran withdrew her hand forcefully, and the half-worn ring fell to the stage, making a jingling sound.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ming Sanshao pursed his thin lips into a surly arc, and the corners of his eyes raised arrogance, "You don't want to?"

Fu Songting nudged his wife next to him.

Fan Xian hurried forward, bent down to pick up the ring that fell in the champagne area.

"Stop," Ming Sanshao said sternly, "She can't reach out by herself?"

Fu Ran stood still.

"I'm quite angry, I just said something wrong, what's the matter? Are you getting angry from being poked at a painful place?"

"Fu Ran!" Fu Songting shouted loudly from behind.

After a period of unbearable silence, Fu Ran sighed softly, her head lowered really reluctantly.

Seeing that there seemed to be room for relaxation, Fan Xian stretched out her retracted hand again.

"Let her pick it up by herself." He wanted to see how hard her bones could be and whether they could be bent.

Fu Ran walked over, and found that the reporters in the audience were pointing flashlights at her face one by one. Well, she bent down, which was considered groveling.

But she knew better that if things froze, she would not benefit.

At most, the news headlines in tomorrow's newspaper read like this: Ming San Shao cherishes his little lover and abandons the main house at the engagement scene.

Fu Randun was in front of the ring.

Fan Xian stood up sullenly, not daring to meet her daughter's gaze.

The cheongsam on Fu Ran's body was specially custom-made, with slits reaching to the thighs, as long as he squats down, he will immediately see the light.She didn't care much, so she could only bend down as carefully as possible.

"Wait." Ming San, who was watching the show, stepped forward. He bent down a step ahead of Fu Ran, and picked up the ring. Chun Se, "I'm just joking with you, I should do this kind of thing."

A whisper of amazement and envy entered Fu Ran's ears.

Third Young Master Ming held her right hand, and slowly slipped the ring into her middle finger.

Fu Ran raised her head, and for some reason, her eyes wandered to the imaginative tooth mark on the man's collarbone again. He played with high-profile elegance with ease, and when he bent down, she seemed so petty.

Heh, what a deep and manly man.

There were bursts of applause from the audience. Ming Sanshao, who was 186 tall, nodded and kissed Fu Ran's forehead easily.

He leaned close to her ear and kissed lightly, "I can see your whole leg, the skin is delicate, it's quite ecstasy."

The engagement ceremony was successfully held.

Fu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had time to sit down for a while.

Fan Xian came to her side with a plate, "Xiao Ran, eat something, you must be hungry?"

"Mom, is this the man you want me to marry in the future?"

"You child, how many women are trying to sit in the seat of the third young lady of the Ming family, you..."

Fu Ran picked up the wine glass next to her and drank it down.

"You..." To die, Fan Xian snatched the empty cup from Fu Ran's hand without saying a word, "Calm down, show the appearance that a lady should be, do you really want others to know what you were like before?"

There were light brown wine stains on Fu Ran's mouth, she didn't take it seriously, "So what if you know? At worst, we will end the engagement."

"Little dye..."

Fu Ran interrupted Fan Xian's next words, "According to their requirements, I will live in Ming Chengyou's house in the future, and I may rarely come back."

"This mother knows, you remember clearly, get pregnant early, so that you can sit firmly in the seat of the third young mistress."

Fu Ran stopped talking.

When the entire engagement banquet was completely over, it was almost 9 o'clock in the evening.

Several champagne-colored Bentley cars bypassed the ladder-style fountain and entered the venue. The Ming family was busy seeing off guests. Ming Chengyou went to the leading car, and the driver opened the door for him.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Hearing this, Fu Ran followed her, and Ming Chengyou held her waist lightly with a big palm, and with a slight push, he followed Fu Ran into the back seat of the car.

The window was opened according to Ming Chengyou's order. In order to highlight her good figure, the cheongsam was tightly wrapped, and even if she exhaled a little harder, she would feel flustered.

The car passed Wanda Plaza.

Fu Ran propped her head, closed her eyes and rested her mind, her ears suddenly felt hot, she turned her head and saw Ming Chengyou's handsome face approaching, "Cover me up, I won't treat you badly."

"What do you mean?"

The man's long and narrow peach eyes were fatally sexy, "I'm going to see my little lover." He raised his chin lightly, "Uncle Wang, stop the car."

"Third Young Master, don't you want to go home?"

"Wait for me for half an hour, the young lady wants to eat freshly made Haagen-Dazs."

Uncle Wang smiled with an old face, "Master is really caring, okay, I'll park the car by the side of the road."

Before the wheels stopped, Ming Chengyou opened the car door and strode away.

Fu Ran's face stiffened for a moment. To be honest, she had never met someone like Ming Sanshao.

Uncle Wang is kind, taking advantage of the gap, he strikes up a conversation with Fu Ran without saying a word.

Ten minutes later, there was still no sign of Third Young Master Ming.

A call came to Uncle Wang's mobile phone.

"Hey, ma'am..." Uncle Wang looked at Fu Ran through the rearview mirror.

"What's going on, didn't Chengyou leave the field before us? Where is he?"

"Ma'am, Third Young Master said that he would go buy food for Young Mistress, maybe it was delayed for some time, it might be on the way back."

"What? Are there any rules? Give Fu Ran the phone number!"

Uncle Wang did as he said.

"Fu Ran, what's the matter? Let Chengyou run around for you this big night, you are not a three-year-old child, don't you know what to eat? Even if you go another day, there is still time..."

Fu Ran stretched out her fingers with a headache, and lightly pressed her eyebrows, "Mom, we are in Wanda Plaza, and he went to meet his little lover, maybe it was the woman from the banquet."

10 minute later.

Fu Ran saw Ming Chengyou striding forward from not far away, his slender figure got into the car, and the flamboyant scent of women's perfume on his body overflowed the entire narrow and cramped space, the button was opened a little more than when he left The tooth marks seemed to be a little deeper.

Ming Chengyou stared at Fu Ran's side face with a half-smile.

"Master?"

"Drive." He said coldly.

Uncle Wang glanced carefully, it seemed that Fu Ran was right, there was no shadow of Haagen-Dazs in Ming Chengyou's hands.

"Very good," Ming Chengyou walked over and squeezed Fu Ran by the window. His slender and powerful arms wrapped around her shoulders, and his thin lips touched her neck and said, "Go back and see how I deal with you!"