Dyed

During the meal, it was almost difficult to hear the sound. Luo Wenying saw that Mingzheng's mind was not here, "Actually, if you want to know anything, you can ask it in front of Fu Ran."

"I am her elder brother. The word elder brother may not have any special meaning in her heart. How should I ask her?"

Luo Wenying scooped up a spoon to drink the soup, intending to eat her own without intervening.

The atmosphere at the other end was not much better either. Youyou took two bites, raised his head cautiously to look at the two, and then buried his head down.

Ming Chengyou has never picked up the chopsticks since he put them down. He leaned against the back of the chair with an expression of joy or anger. Fu Ranjing also lost his appetite after making such a fuss. Putting down the chopsticks, "Sister, I'm full."

Fu Ran waved to pay the bill.

"No need," Ming Chengyou picked up the phone and car keys, "I have a list here, and I will write it down after dinner, let's go."

"No need," Fu Ran took out her wallet and pulled out her bank card, "I'll treat you to this meal."

It's not a matter of a meal. If it is a weekday, she will definitely not be hypocritical, but since the matter can be solved by swiping the card, why delay it until later?

Ming Chengyou looked at the approaching waiter.

"Pay the bill." Fu Ran repeated.

The waiter reported a number, and Youyou was speechless, feeling that all the delicious food that he ate just now would be stuck in one place, just like swallowing red bills.

Fu Ran handed over the bank card in his hand.

"Do you want to separate from me so much? Beg once, pay me back once, Fu Ran, you can be bought and sold as a favor. If so, this is the last time. Please pray that you won't be of any use to me in the future."

The waiter's outstretched hand froze in the air, and he didn't dare to take it. He just looked at Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting tense, Youyou couldn't help feeling nervous, Ming Chengyou smiled at her, "Youyou, this is none of your business, don't be afraid."

His expression was like a spring breeze, and he and Fu Ran were completely two people.

At the end of the day, Fu Ran took back the bank card, walked out of Liyuan with Ming Chengyou, and saw Ming Zheng and Luo Wenying's car still in the restaurant parking lot.

Fu Ran carried You You to leave first, and after driving for a while, You You said cautiously, "Sister."

Fu Ran responded lightly, actually guessing what Youyou was going to say.

"You and brother-in-law look at me like this, so I worry."

"What do you have to worry about, kid? Study hard, don't you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Fu Ran looked forward intently.

Youyou's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror inadvertently, "Sister, brother-in-law has been following behind."

Fu Ran saw that it wasn't so, Zhang Yang's sports car deliberately slowed down and followed the pace, Fu Ran simply ignored it, "You You, if you meet Li Chen again at school, remember to avoid him, and don't leave him."

"I know."

Fu Ran drove the car into Youyou's community, and then sent her upstairs. When she came down, she didn't see Ming Chengyou's car. He presumably went back.

Passing by a snack bar on the way home, she got out of the car and bought two small steamed buns. Fu Songting and Fan Xian praised this restaurant for its pure taste and juicy filling.

There is still a queue during this time period, and the business is surprisingly good.

After paying the money, Fu Ran walked back, and saw her figure standing in front of the car. Ming Zheng turned his head slightly, as if looking at her carefully. Fu Ran approached with the bag, "Why are you here?"

"Passing by, I saw your car." Ming Zheng spoke with a strong smell of alcohol.

Fu Ran wrinkled the tip of her nose slightly, "Aren't you afraid of being investigated? Drink so much."

"Is it obvious?" Mingzheng raised his arm and put it in front of his nose to sniff lightly, "Why can't I smell it?"

What alcoholic would admit to being drunk?

Fu Ran opened the car door, Ming Zheng blocked it with his hand, "Are you really going to be with him again?"

"Brother, don't involve me in the matter of the two of you. The original intention of the will was not for you to fight each other. Let go of your hatred. Now that everyone is gone, you have already got what you want. Why don't you let yourself go?" Fu Ran spoke from the bottom of her heart, and she had also heard about the open and secret fights between the two brothers of the Ming family. Qian Kun and mr were of equal strength, and there would be trouble one day.

"Xiaoran, no one is willing to be grateful to Dade after carrying the identity of an illegitimate child for more than twenty years. I just want you to say a word. What does the word "brother" mean in your heart?" He smelled heavily of alcohol. , but he knew very well in his heart that he was using wine to boost his courage.

Mingzheng has always been tough at work, but he is elusive when dealing with emotional issues. This is related to the character he has cultivated for a long time.

Fu Ran felt a little melancholy when she heard the words. In the few years after Mingzheng left without saying goodbye, the word "brother" was like a wound in her heart and she couldn't touch it.

But now, some things and some people fade away with time.

The fried rice in Fu Ran's hand was still hot through the paper bag, and holding it in his hand was just enough to blow off the cold night, "Brother, I hope... I can always treat you as a brother."

When Ming Zheng heard her say it, the disbelief in his eyes was gradually covered up by his forced calmness, "Brother? Brother!"

That's it!

Fortunately, he had been drinking, even if he could hear clearly, he still had the capital to save face by pretending to be confused, so Mingzheng staggered towards his car.

Fu Ran followed up and held Ming Zheng's arm, "Brother, let me take you back, you drank too much..."

He swung his arm back, and the bag in Fu Ran's hand fell to his feet, and the fried crispy fried buns rolled all over the floor one by one, "Xiao Ran, don't get entangled with him anymore, you can't afford to provoke him , sooner or later it will hurt."

Mingzheng's car drove out like a gallop, and Fu Ran looked at the mess at his feet, and felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness for a moment.

Instead of queuing up, she sat in the driver's seat, maybe because she had been alone for too long in the past two years, every time she saw Song Zhi and Qin Mumu, she would feel envious.

How many cold nights, she only thought that she was still in the capital of Evian, and only when she waved her arm did she realize that the side was empty, and the familiar smell and the familiar person were not there.

Fu Ran drove sixty yards at a very slow speed, and Ming Chengyou's words suddenly came out of his ears.

Fu Ran, shall we start over?

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the throbbing in her heart at that moment was actually clear in the aftertaste.

Fu Ran followed the original road and drove back. From a distance, the eyes could not see too clearly, and vaguely saw a black sports car parked at the gate of Fu's house.

The unique luster of the street lamp illuminates the black body with a poppy-like obsession and ingenuity.

I haven't seen anyone sitting in it yet, it's just a car, but Fu Ran's nose is sore.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It seems that I have never been so vulnerable. The company and beauty I had in the past instantly overwhelmed the rationality she has always insisted on in her heart.