Dyed

Fu Ran felt a sense of sadness overflowing his body, so what if Ming Yunfeng admitted that he loved Zhao Lan before he died?

He can't give Zhao Lan a name. In the eyes of the world, Zhao Lan is still a despised third party.

Regardless of whether they are in love or not, after Ming Yunfeng's death, Li Yunling can use her original spouse's identity to exercise her due rights.

"Have you ever thought that you will make Yunfeng die in peace?"

"Yunfeng is also your name?" Li Yunling said sharply, "I did it for his own good. I chose a piece of land as a private cemetery. After a hundred years, I will be buried with him."

Seeing that Zhao Lan was about to collapse, Ming Zheng punched the half-opened car window with his fist, "Li Yunling, don't go too far!"

"It's up to you?" Li Yunling gritted her teeth, "If you put it nicely, you're an illegitimate child, but if you put it badly, you're a bastard!"

Fu Ran hurriedly hugged Mingzheng's arm that was about to be swung, "Brother, calm down, you can't shoot her."

Li Yunling looked at Fu Ran coldly, "Has he not touched me enough?"

Fu Ranqiang suppressed the discomfort in his heart, "Please also remember Mr. Ming's last words before his death. He hopes that you treat Ming Zheng well."

"Does he also want Mingzheng to kill Chengyou? Fu Ran, you know how the 5% of Chengyou's equity in Chengyou came to him, you know best!"

Fu Ran was speechless, Li Yunling was right, Ming Yunfeng only left a will, he thought it was well thought out, but completely ignored Ming Zheng's illegitimate child status for more than twenty years.

The resentment in my heart cannot be dispelled for a while.

"Uncle Wang, drive, today is a good day, and I have to pick a good time for Yunfeng to be buried."

"Yes, ma'am."

When Uncle Wang started the engine, Zhao Lan screamed and rushed forward to clasp the car window with both hands.

"Don't be like this, I never expect anything, just let me see him every day, and you can bury him back to the original place, I don't want anything else..."

Li Yunling motioned for Uncle Wang to drive, the car window slowly rose, and as soon as Zhao Lan's hand was about to be pinched, Ming Zheng quickly pulled her away, "Mom!"

"Give it back to me! Li Yunling—"

The Bentley left quickly, and Fu Ran stood where he was. No matter how warm the sun was, it was still chillingly cold in this cemetery.

After Ming Yunfeng's death, he will be put back into the urn and will not be rested in peace. I have to say it is sad.

Fu Ran shook his head lightly, and Ming Zheng embraced the crying Zhao Lan, seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, his temper also became a little bit up.

"What's there to cry about him? If he really loved you, wouldn't he even be able to give you a title? I can't see the best. I never really regarded him as my relative."

"You—" Zhao Lan turned pale with anger when she heard this, and she slapped her hard, "You are unworthy!"

Fu Ran didn't expect Zhao Lan to make a move. She saw Ming Zheng's face tilted slightly, and the five clear finger marks on his face were instantly red and swollen, which showed that Zhao Lan had exerted all his strength.

Mingzheng arranged for the driver to take Zhao Lan back. Fu Ran stayed in his car and saw Mingzheng coming out of the villa with a cloudy expression and one side of his face was still swollen.

He got into the car without looking at Fu Ran, "I'll take you back."

"Auntie feeling better?"

"Ah."

Ming Zheng parked the car on the side of the road halfway through the drive, and Fu Ran got out of the car with him and sat on a bench in the park, witnessing a big man being whipped with her own eyes, she couldn't find any suitable words to comfort her.

Fu Ran took out a wet towel and pressed it on Ming Zheng's face, "You don't want to cry, you feel wronged, right?"

Ming Zheng glanced at her and let her tease him.

Fu Ran patted his face with a wet towel, "Hold it by yourself."

Ming Zheng only moved his face closer, "This is the first time my mother slapped me."

"It can be seen that what you said hurt her heart."

"Aren't I telling the truth?" Ming Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"I know, but can't you say it in another way? Fame may be the most embarrassing thing in your mother's life." Fu Ran pressed his face hard.

"Alas!" Mingzheng was in pain, and he held Fu Ran's hand tightly, "I don't know what my mother has to insist on. He spent a lot of time with Li Yunling during his lifetime, and after his death, he ended up being moved to the grave. A terrible reputation, what else does she get?"

"Maybe it's just that we don't understand, maybe this is love."

Ming Zheng sneered almost inaudibly, he shook his head, took Fu Ran's hand and put it on his knee, she felt Ming Zheng's hand was cold, Fu Ran sat with him for a while before leaving with him.

Ming Zheng still held her hand, but Fu Ran moved and did not break free.

"It's just a small hand, you have to comfort me today anyway."

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner tonight, for the sake of being beaten up just now..."

Fu Ran raised her head with a smile, her brisk footsteps stopped suddenly, and Ming Zheng, who was holding her hand, turned her head, "What's wrong?"

At some point, Ming Zheng's car was followed by a black sports car, and Fu Ran didn't know when Ming Chengyou came.

His car window was wide open, and he was watching them coldly with his elbows out of the window.

Ming Zheng also noticed something strange, he clenched Fu Ran's hand and walked forward, Ming Chengyou took off his sunglasses, "Fu Ran."

He has always called her by her first and last name like this, or she has an affair, and insists on being different from others.

Ming Zheng passed by Ming Chengyou's car, "Isn't today the day that Ming Yunfeng will be buried again? Why don't you join in the fun?"

Ming Chengyou smiled, with unbearable anger in his eyes.

Although there are complaints about Ming Yunfeng, the old feelings are still there after all, "He is buried in our private cemetery, I can see him whenever I want."

Mingzheng pulls Fu Ran to leave.

"Fu Ran!" Ming Chengyou called her, "I have something to talk to you about."

Ming Zheng grabbed Fu Ran, and she followed Ming Zheng into the car.

After starting the engine and driving for a long distance, Ming Zheng's tense face gradually eased, "What did he ask you for?"

"do not know."

"Xiaoran, it's not popular to turn back the grass now."

Fu Ran answered absent-mindedly, "Do you think I'm a horse?"

She remembered what Ming Chengyou said, he had something to talk to her about, but he didn't see Ming Chengyou for several days, Fu Ran took him as a joke.

The studio's business is not busy, but she still cares about it, and will go there whenever she has time, which is better than being bored at home.

The teachers and students in class left one after another, and Fu Ran sat in the office to sort out the materials.

She stared at the computer intently, and it was past 8 o'clock without even noticing.

She finished packing her things and turned off the computer, then turned off the lights and left.

The glass-partitioned dance classrooms looked empty and bright during the day, but at night, Fu Ran could see his own silhouette reflected when he stepped a little.

The incandescent lamp above his head suddenly flickered, Fu Ran stepped forward quickly, and the sound of the wooden floor was extremely sharp in his ears.

In this atmosphere, she didn't dare to take the elevator, since it was not high anyway, so Fu Ran simply chose to take the stairs.

When the lights came on, Baisha City could be seen at night through the window. Fu Ran suddenly remembered the scene he saw in the cemetery. Li Yunling could still laugh while patting the urn.

The more Fu Ran thought about it, the more frightened she became, she simply pulled away and ran down.

When she reached the bottom floor, she opened the door and rushed out, but bumped into someone. She almost screamed, and pushed the other person away with force, "Who!"

There was a muffled humming sound.