Dyed

Fu Ran opened her eyelids immediately when she heard the voice on the phone.

Her almond eyes widened, and she turned to look at Ming Chengyou who was still awake.

The man's brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't know what kind of nerves he was prone to in this situation. He closed his handsome eyes lightly, and with a casual hook of his arm, he scooped up warm and fragrant nephrite.

Fu Ran whispered in his ear, "Let me go."

Kuang Yi laughed even more treacherously.

Ming Chengyou cursed in a low voice, "Die, find trouble early in the morning."

"Hey, turn on the TV and watch."

Fu Ran shrank his neck and moved to the side. Ming Chengyou only felt that his arms felt very good, so he naturally refused to let go easily. He picked up the remote control with the other hand, put his head on Fu Ran's neck, and listened to the sound with his ears up. Looking up, "What news?"

Before Kuang Yi could answer, the familiar voice of that Tao had reached his ears.

"When he was in love, you didn't see his alluring face..."

It's Shen Ning!

The haze in Ming Chengyou's eyes dissipated like the sun breaking through the mist, and his eyes were instantly clear.

After letting go of Fu Ran's waist, Ming Chengyou got up quickly. The picture was obviously secretly photographed, and the huge headline of the entertainment version was there: Ming San Shao fell in love with the wave, ecstasy and tenderness.

"Damn it!" Ming Chengyou threw his cell phone heavily on the bed, and Kuang Yi gloated from inside. He picked up the remote control and changed several channels in a row, and Ming Chengyou's outstanding face was always attached to this video.

Fu Ran's cell phone rang at an inappropriate time. She glanced at Song Zhi, thinking that she was not feeling well, "Hello, chirp?"

"Your man is fierce enough. Xiaoran, you must show me the photo you mentioned. Wow, what does a beautiful man look like when he is in love? I'm so curious..."

Is this still the person whose head was smashed?

Beside him, Ming Chengyou was rushing towards him with a livid face, Fu Ran was eager to dodge, "It's none of my business."

"Do you have a photo of me? You really have a longer face..."

Fu Ran cut off the phone, sat up straight and was thrown on the edge of the bed by him, "Fortunately, I said so, otherwise it would be more difficult to explain that we all know that we have no real name."

"Bang bang bang-"

"Third Young Master!"

"Get out of here!"

Steward Xiao continued to knock on the door, "Master called just now and asked you and young mistress to come over immediately."

Ming Chengyou was neatly dressed and leaning against the white jade railing. Fu Ran could tell at a glance that he was delaying time. He stood with his legs back and forth, his fingertips were like snake letters, and the mist curled up. Seeing Fu Ran approaching, he ignored him. He took a sip of the smoke ring.

"Can we go?"

"You are in a hurry than I am."

Fu Ran looked at his face, a little amused, "I thought you were not afraid of anything. It's not like you haven't dealt with this kind of thing before. At most, your parents will scold you severely."

Ming Chengyou pinched out the cigarette butt, and accidentally burned his fingertips. Fu Ran saw his expression from an inch away. When Ming Chengyou passed by her side, he said calmly, "Let's go."

Along the way, Ming Chengyou hardly spoke.

He always has a lazy and unruly posture on weekdays, Fu Ran rarely sees him like this.

He lit a cigarette in the car, and rested his left elbow on the outside of the car window. The smoke swaying in the wind made him a bit weak. Fu Ran looked at his deep-lined face and didn't speak again.

Arriving at the villa area on Nanche Road, it is said that the people living here are all people who moved out of the military compound earlier. Fu Ran followed Ming Chengyou into the garden. The decoration of the villa inherits the spirit of the older generation and is full of antique flavor.

Ming Chengyou walked into the living room, Li Yunling looked down at the newspaper, before she heard a voice from the door, "Mom."

Fu Ran looked around, and there was a set of solid wood bookshelves on the back of the modular sofa. In the center was a military knife about one meter long. The scabbard was wiped lightly. , It is indeed a bit depressing.

Li Yunling put down the newspaper, with the headline facing up, Ming Chengyou knew the content without reading it.

"You son of a bitch!" Li Yunling hated him for not being able to live up to his expectations, and usually there was only one sentence of cursing.

"Third Young Master is here." Wu Ma happened to pass by the living room, "Master ordered you to go up as soon as you get here."

"Understood." Ming Chengyou gently pulled Fu Ran's hand, "You accompany my mother first, and I will come when I go."

The corners of his lips were pursed into a line, showing no trace of happiness or anger, his whole face was as quiet as a plane map, and the loneliness that Fu Ran saw just now could not be found at all.

Ming Chengyou walked up to the second floor, Li Yunling took Fu Ran's hand affectionately, "Sit down quickly."

Seeing that her eyes were still fixed on the corner of the stairs, Li Yunling couldn't help but patted the back of Fu Ran's hand, "Don't worry, you're fine, at most a few slaps, he's thick-skinned, it's fine."

"Mom, Dad must be very angry, right?"

Li Yunling didn't seem to want to discuss this matter deeply, after all it was Ming Chengyou's fault.

She casually pointed to the newspaper, "Xiaoran, what you said in the coffee shop was very good. To deal with the nameless women outside, you have to keep them under control. Chengyou is also confused, but finally I have you." not worried."

Li Yunling brought this matter up lightly, as smart as Fu Ran, she naturally knew that this topic should end.

When Ming Chengyou came down, his expression changed slightly. Ming Yunfeng sat down at the dining table with a livid face, and Li Yunling kept adding vegetables to Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou's bowls.

The atmosphere in the living room was momentarily dull, like clouds accumulated over the years.Fu Ran looked up at the man next to him. He was chewing his food mouth by mouth, thin cold sweat oozing from his temples.

He still eats elegantly and noblely, but if you look closely, you can still find that the corners of Ming Chengyou's mouth are twitching very slightly, and the back of his hand holding the chopsticks is even more restrained, and the color of several blue veins is getting darker.

"If you dare to do something like this next time, see if I don't break your leg!" Ming Yunfeng is used to leading troops, and he is notoriously short-tempered. Li Yunling glared at him, "Okay, okay, Chengyou Have your own measure."

"He has a sense of proportion!"

"Look at you, you are not afraid of being laughed at."

"Go back and apologize to Xiaoran, Gaiming will go to Fu's house in person, and you will treat yourself as deaf when I talk to you, right?"

Ming Chengyou looked at Fu Ran from the corner of his eye, poked the rice grain lightly with his chopsticks, "Got it."

The fine sweat on his temples gathered into a broken bead, and his complexion was abnormally pale. After lunch, Fu Ran walked to Ming Chengyou's side while Ming Yunfeng was going upstairs, "Go home?"

"Do not."

In the afternoon, Ming Chengyou accompanied Li Yunling to tinker in her garden for a long time, and he took Fu Ran away when the sunset approached dusk.

The knuckles of the man holding the steering wheel were protruding, and the strength of his whole body was attached to the two arms. Fu Ran said cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"My dad asked me to deal with Shen Ning as soon as possible, are you happy?"

"Surely this is not the first time your father said it?"

Ming Chengyou's sharp side face turned to Fu Ran. They looked at each other in a small space, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard in each other's ears. Ming Chengyou smiled, and his eyes were no longer calm, which once again exaggerated wantonness, "It's just as good as you know." .”

Fu Ran was not annoyed either. When she turned the corner, she saw Ming Chengyou frowned slightly, and a muffled groan escaped from her mouth.

After looking around him, her eyes fell on his back. Ming Chengyou was wearing a black suit. He could drive a car, but his back was straight, not at all like his lazy style.

Fu Ran put her hand behind his back, only to hear Ming Chengyou gasp, she asked kindly, "Did you get beaten?"

"You are a woman without charm. I have no reaction at all when you touch her like this."