Dyed

Fu Ran's palm still rested on Ming Chengyou's back, and she rubbed the high-quality suit fabric with her palm. It seemed that she was overthinking. Ming Chengyou's mouth is so poisonous, does it seem like someone in trouble?

She clapped her palm hard, "Drive well!"

Ming Chengyou almost jumped up, his complexion changed suddenly, and he couldn't help having a seizure.

During the period, the phone rang countless times, and Fu Ran looked at him cautiously, "Why didn't you answer it?"

"What did you say after you picked it up? Did you say I didn't go to bed with you?"

Fu Ran also guessed that it was Shen Ning who called. Hearing what Ming Chengyou said, she simply turned her head away from the window.

Back in Yiyun Capital, Housekeeper Xiao prepared dinner, Fu Ran washed his hands and sat at the dining table, but Ming Chengyou strode up the stairs.

"Third Young Master, shall we eat first?"

Ming Chengyou said to Steward Xiao without turning his head, "Eat, I will take a break."

Fu Ran was hungry and didn't eat well at noon. Seeing the table full of dishes, he naturally moved his index finger. Housekeeper Xiao went upstairs to remind him more than once. Fu Ran came to the second floor just in time to see her standing outside the door of the room, "He Don't you have dinner yet?"

"I yelled a few times, but Third Young Master didn't move."

"You go down first, he will come out when he is hungry."

It's not a three-year-old child who has to be pampered up and down.

Fu Ran walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Ming Chengyou's suit was laid on the edge of the bed. There was the sound of water dripping from the bathroom. She walked over to pick up the coat and muttered, "I don't know how to put the clothes away."

The corner of the clothes swept over the pure white Shengxue sheets, and Fu Ran suddenly stopped, her eyes pierced with bright red streaks.

She hugged Ming Chengyou's coat and stood beside the bed, and the sound of water falling into boiling oil in her ears made her extremely uncomfortable. Fu Ran walked to the bathroom door, raised her hand and tapped, "Ming Chengyou?"

Apart from the monotonous clattering, no one answered.

The slender figure was pulled into a straight line by the light, and Fu Ran was inexplicably afraid. She even shouted a few times and even her voice changed. She held Ming Chengyou's suit in one hand, and quickly pulled towards the doorknob with the other.

The door was unlocked, and the moment it was pushed open, steam gushed out and scalded the face.

Ming Chengyou had just taken a bath, and now he had a bath towel tied around his waist at random, and it seemed to be falling off, but he was standing at the door lazily and wildly, with white towels hanging on both shoulders, he picked up one end and wiped it on his hair, "What are you doing to watch me take a shower?"

"I, I go to the bathroom."

Ming Chengyou reached out and grabbed Fu Ran's arm and dragged her into the bathroom. Fu Ran was in a hurry, and held the door frame with the other hand, "What are you doing?"

Ming Chengyou snatched the coat from her arms, "What are you doing with my clothes?"

"Are you injured?"

At this point, Ming Chengyou simply kept it from her. He grabbed Fu Ran's arm and came to the jacuzzi. A blood-stained white shirt was thrown on the ground next to him. "Go, help me get rid of it."

This tone is taken for granted, there is no intention of begging for help.

It was rare for Fu Ran not to refute. When she saw Ming Chengyou walking out, she also noticed the swollen finger-thick scars on his back. It was shocking, running from the shoulder blades to the waist, like a snake wrapped around a giant python.

She bent down to pick up the shirt, and began to regret it.

It is conceivable that this injury was caused by that piece of news. In fact, it was not that she did not see the miniature video camera in the hand of the man sitting next to her at the time, but it was just that the exposure of this incident happened to be in a tone of fascination, and It does her more good than harm.

"Hey, don't let Steward Xiao see it." Standing at the door was Ming Chengyou who turned back.

Fu Ran came to the closet, found a bag to put the shirt in, "Mom doesn't know about your beating, does she?"

"Don't talk too much." Ming Chengyou lay on the big bed after gouging her out. He spread his hands and turned his head, "Give me the medicine."

Fu Ran picked up the ointment, and his gaze settled on his long, narrow, red and swollen wound. The ointment remained on his fingertips for a long time. The injury was extremely deep, and he did not know how long it would take to recover.

"Don't say it's you, I'm actually afraid of going home too." Ming Chengyou was lying on the edge of the bed, his face was sullen and gloomy at this time, which was quite different from his usual arrogance and domineering.

"What did you use for this injury?"

"The rattan."

Fu Ran saw that the man's coccyx was torn apart, and the sexy and delicate skin was torn open abruptly. Her fingers went down from his shoulder blades, and she felt as if she was being pricked by thin needles. She really went too far.

"I didn't expect Dad to treat you like this."

"I know," Ming Chengyou put his elbows on his waist, and his back slammed on Fu Ran's fingers. He gasped in pain. "They say my dad loves me the most. Who would have thought that he hit me the most?" Ruthless, every time I commit a crime, I will be whipped, I am used to it."

"Mom protects you so much, you can ask her for help."

"Heh," Ming Chengyou suddenly grasped Fu Ran's palm with neither light nor heavy force. His palm was hot and strong, and the bronze color contrasted with the red scars on his back. "You know, when I was beaten for the first time, my dad said what?"

Fu Ran withdrew his hand, but he was too strong, so he had to give up, "I'm sure you deserve it."

"He said that women should not meddle in men's affairs, and that they have to be done secretly behind my mother's back. Before I agreed, he took a cane and beat me hard. It was used when he was leading soldiers. I don't know How many people's blood was stained."

Ming Chengyou turned over and lay on his side, his exposed strong chest was facing Fu Ran, his eyes showed a little loneliness, regardless of his superior status, he wanted to be like an ordinary family, without mother's unreasonable pampering, and without father Indiscriminate beatings.

Fu Ran stared in a daze, Ming Chengyou looked at her with narrow eyes, "Have you ever been beaten?"

A series of phone rings interrupted what she was about to say, and when Fu Ran connected, she heard Fan Xian on the other end holding back her tears.

It took about half a minute for Fan Xian to stop crying, her voice sobbing, "Xiao Ran, it's my mother who is sorry for you, we shouldn't let you get engaged to the Ming family..."

The news really spread quickly.

Fu Ran glanced at Ming Chengyou on the bed. This man was more likely to stir up topics than celebrities in the entertainment industry. Afraid that he would hear Fan Xian's words, Fu Ran picked up his phone and walked to the balcony.

Fan Xian was still complaining, Fu Ran just listened quietly, the night was as cool as water, and the cold wind slid over the back of her hands like silk, delicate and moving.

Fu Ran's thoughts drifted far away, and when she took it back, she heard Fan Xian's voice softened, and she didn't know if it was because of guilt or something that seemed extra soft, "Xiao Ran, Cheng You's temperament has not yet settled down, your father and I hope you If I can live on, my mother still said that it will be fine when I have a child..."

"Mom," Fu Ran interrupted Fan Xian, "if it was her, would you still persuade me like this?"

There was a long silence in the ear, if it wasn't for the light breathing of the other party, Fu Ran would have thought that the other end had hung up the phone.

"Xiaoran, there are still ten days to your birthday, and we will give you a big deal then."

Fu Ran moved the phone away from her ear, and pressed her thumb towards the red button.

"Xiaoran, Xiaoran... listen to what my mother said..."

beep-

Fan Xian is not good at lying, otherwise it would be good to lie to her.

Fu Ran stared at the palms in a daze, her shoulders tightened suddenly, and her cold back felt warm, Ming Chengyou took her into his arms, and the two arms around her shoulders tightened even tighter.

Fu Ran felt the pain, and it was more of a kind of sorrow that soaked into the bottom of her heart mixed with a complicated warm current. She didn't know when Ming Chengyou stood behind her.