Dyed

Fu Ran's brows were full of anxiety, what he was most afraid of was that some media would chase after her.

She had to figure out how to win with one move.

Ming Chengyou was standing on the balcony on the second floor, under the same sky, but they were already at two ends of the city.

He didn't approve of making a big fuss. Although Li Yunling had told her about it, she still posted the news behind his back and asked someone to go to You's house to make a fuss.

Ming Chengyou often thinks of the cheerful and beautiful Youyou two years ago, she said to him, brother-in-law, let me give you the nickname "little grapefruit" that my classmates gave me.

Ming Chengyou was leaning against the railing of the moonlight, and had just returned from having dinner in the Ming family's old house, when Li Yunling reluctantly agreed to let him stop.

Ming Chengyou hadn't stayed at home overnight since Ming Yunfeng's death. Ming Yunfeng's will became a thorn in his heart that he couldn't face directly, it was deep and heavy.

After two or three days, the development of the matter did not stop as he expected, but it tended to intensify.

Fu Ran found Qian Kun, and the secretary personally led her into Ming Zheng's office.

There is a small simulated golf course in the office, Ming Zheng's tall and slender figure is standing in front of the window and playing golf.

With an easy pick of the club, the white golf ball went into the hole steadily.

Fu Ran walked over, the sun was shining on her left shoulder, "Is it very leisurely?"

Mingzheng put the cue back to its original position, "Recently, Youyou's incident is so big, and I asked you to have dinner and said that I don't have time, why did you come to Cunkun?"

"Brother, do I need your help with something?"

Ming Zheng wiped his hands, "What's the matter?"

"Don't worry, it's just a matter of raising your hand, I promise it will bring you benefits."

"Is there such a good thing?" Ming Zheng didn't believe it.

Fu Ran didn't say anything, but asked Ming Zheng to call out something for her.

Fan Xian stood at the door of Fu Ran, motionless, Fu Ran stepped forward cautiously, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Fan Xian pointed inside, "After you leave, you won't even eat. I'm afraid she won't think about it any more, so I'm watching here."

Fu Ran pushed open the door with a smile, "Go back and rest, you'll be fine."

Youyou sat in front of the window, and the scarf wrapped around her face was neatly stacked beside her. Fu Ran gently pressed her hands on Youyou's shoulders, and she bent down and buried her body, "What are you looking at?"

"Sister, I'm waiting for snow."

"It may be too early for snow this month."

"Sister, did you meet Li Chen later?"

"What are you asking for?" Fu Ran pulled a chair and sat next to Youyou, "He has gone abroad, and I haven't seen him in the past two years."

"Sister, I want to go home."

"Sister will take you back tomorrow."

"Really?" You You couldn't hide her joy, she thought about it, but her expression was sad, "Those people will still go to the house to make trouble, I dare not stay at home."

"Youyou, many people will come to the house tomorrow, let's not wrap our scarves and face it bravely, shall we?"

Panic appeared in Youyou's eyes, "Why are there so many people? I don't want it."

"After tomorrow, our life will return to calm. You promised me not to shrink back. At that time, my sister will be by your side, and no one will try to hurt you..."

Fu Ran cherishes her, she said that You You is like her own sister.

Youyou was willing to listen to Fu Ran for things that her uncle and aunt could not persuade. She subconsciously knew that Fu Ran was doing it for her own good and would protect her.

Early the next morning, Fu Ran took Youyou home.

She helped her aunt clean up, and it was not good to be overcast.

The sun was hiding behind the dark clouds and couldn't come out, the cool wind outside the window was bleak, and the withered and yellow leaves rolled and rolled down.

Someone came to interview, but Fu Ran didn't stop him.

Uncle and aunt accompanied Youyou to sit on a small sofa in the living room.

Reporters from several newspapers and TV stations did not expect that Fu Ran would take the initiative to invite them to interview. You You didn't wear a scarf, her hair was short, and she only showed a small face the size of a palm.

The reporter followed Fu Ran into Youyou's room. The table was covered with various awards and a set of artistic photos Youyou took before the accident.

Young and bright, it is a pity to think about what happened today.

Fu Ran was not completely sure, her only solution was to play a family card, hoping that the public would understand the current pain of the You family and let them go.

The house is clean and tidy. Although it is old-fashioned, it is not difficult to see You's attitude towards life.

Fu Ran looked at the vase by the window, in which was the white lily she bought, and she wanted to tell everyone that You You was actively getting out of the past hurt.

It is very difficult to get to today step by step, but it is developing in a good way.

Suddenly there was a loud scolding from outside the door, old-fashioned, what else can you scold other than liars and shameless people who come to make trouble?

The aunt hugged the shivering Youyou, and the uncle was also at a loss.

Fu Ran rushed out and opened the door.

The people outside did not expect the door to open, and the leader was a middle-aged woman in her 40s.

After being stunned for a moment, he cursed again, "Sure enough, I'm at home, so I'm ashamed to come back to Ying'an City, cheating other people's sympathy is nothing but cheating money!"

"Do you want to scold me? Come," Fu Ran waved to the group of people outside, "Come in and drink a glass of water before scolding."

Everyone looked at each other, and Fu Ran stood at the door, "I opened the door and you stopped talking, do you like to curse people behind your back? No, I should change the way. Where did the extras come from? How much is it for an hour?"

Several people followed into the house with gray faces.

There was simply no room in the narrow living room, and some stood directly at the door of Youyou and his uncle and aunt's room.

Fu Ran walked to the sofa, and his uncle moved the seat away.

Fu Ran took the microphone from one of the reporters, "You have also seen that it took Youyou two years to recover to its current appearance. No one knows about the follow-up treatment. If you are lucky, you can recover more than [-]%. Unfortunately, permanent, irreparable scarring may result."

"We deeply sympathize with Youyou's matter," the reporter continued, "but it doesn't mean she can lie. Many people feel that they have been deceived, thinking that Youyou's family used this incident to deceive others' sympathy, so as to achieve deception. The purpose of medical expenses."

Fu Ran had thought that they would ask such a question, "Cheating for sympathy? May I ask, is the injury on Youyou's face faked or painted? Everyone knows that a woman's face is sometimes more important than her life." .”

Fu Ran took out a few photos of Youyou during recovery, "Every time she applied the ointment, she was in so much pain that she was dying, and she also thought about committing suicide. Who wants to exchange their own experiences for sympathy?"

"In this case, the police later found out that Youyou's disfigurement had nothing to do with the Li family, but why did Youyou insist that it was Li Chen?"

Fu Ran felt Youyou's nervousness, and she reached out to hold her hand, "Two days ago, you reported that the Li family wanted to give us 200 million..."

"It seems that this is indeed the case?"

"Yes." Fu Ran nodded.

There was an uproar around.

The middle-aged woman who led the disturbance sneered, "Aren't you trying to cheat money? Why are you pretending!"