Dyed

Fu Ran was hesitant to get out of the car. Passing by the black Bugatti Veyron, Fu Ran saw no one inside through the window.

The car was parked there securely, just by looking at the license plate and the model of the car, one could tell that there was only one owner in the entire Ying'an City.

Fu Ran was slightly melancholy and disappointed.

She drove into the park, parked the car, and walked into the house along the path.

Fu Ran changed her shoes at the entrance, and heard his voice before seeing him. The man's unique mellow voice mixed with the sexiness she was familiar with came through the huge living room.

She was almost caught off guard, nailed to the spot and didn't know how to move.

"Miss is back." Mama Chen shifted everyone's attention to Fu Ran with one sentence.

She saw Ming Chengyou sitting on one of the sofas, looking through the potted plants standing in the entrance, Fu Ran was stepping on pink slippers, the rhythm of her legs was a little stiff and unnatural, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Fan Xian was holding a cup of tea, the atmosphere in the living room was indescribably weird, Fu Songting's face was stern, he should be reading a newspaper when Ming Chengyou came home, the unfolded newspaper was casually placed on the tea table, Chen Ma tidied it up, and Fu Ran took the The coat was handed to her.

Fu Ran rubbed the hem of his trousers with both hands, and looked at Ming Chengyou, "Why are you here?"

Ming Chengyou stretched out his hand towards her.

Fu Songting and Fan Xian looked at each other without opening their mouths, as if they were watching the situation quietly. Fu Ran looked at his extended hand, and for a moment didn't understand what Ming Chengyou meant by doing so.

He got up and pulled her to let Fu Ran sit beside her.

"Dad, Mom," his address surprised everyone, and his next words were even more unexpected, "I want to start over with Fu Ran."

Fan Xian was so shocked that she could barely hold the teacup in her hand, Fu Songting looked at her daughter, "Xiaoran, is that what you mean?"

Fu Ran was slightly stunned, but she knew it in her heart, she shook her head, "No..."

"Dad, I hope you can agree."

Fu Ran lowered her voice, "Ming Chengyou, what are you doing?"

He even ran home.

"I don't agree." Fu Songting was straightforward.

This answer was completely beyond Ming Chengyou's expectation. He thought that at least the Fu family would be the first to agree, "Dad, why?"

"We can't afford it," Fu Songting didn't express the pain in his heart. He thought that Ming Yunfeng had passed away, and since no one in the Ming family knew what happened back then, they simply didn't mention it, so as not to spread the word and be heard. After all, there is no solid evidence to say that it is worse. "Besides, what is Xiaoran going back at this time? It will only be said by the outside world that she is greedy for vanity. I can't share my troubles, but I can share my blessings."

"Life is for the two of us, don't mind the outside eyes." Ming Chengyou's tone was firm, and Fan Xian was embarrassed from beginning to end. Fu Ran pulled out the hand that was held by him, "Go back."

Ming Chengyou looked up and saw her calm side face, his thin lips were tightly pressed, seeing Fu Ran's appearance was indifferent as usual.

His heart suddenly ached, and he wished he could hold her in his palm, to see if her face could still calm down.

He originally came to express his attitude, and he meant to bring it with him, but he didn't stay too long.

When Fu Ran saw him get up, she followed him out, "Mom and Dad, I'll go see him off."

Watching the two walk out of the living room, Fan Xian sipped her tea, "Why did things happen like this?"

Fu Songting's face was cold.

"You spoke so full just now, and you didn't ask Xiao Ran what she meant." Fan Xian blamed her.

"Xiaoran said no, it's not like you're not here."

Fan Xian withdrew her gaze from far away, "You ask in front of Cheng You, besides, with your attitude, can Xiao Ran tell the truth?"

Fu Songting's temper also followed, "If I say no, then I can't, and you understand, then tell me why Xiaoran left the Ming family in the first place, so there is no need to start all over again now."

Fan Xian saw that there must be a quarrel like this, so she took the initiative to soften her voice, "Then let me ask you, Xiaoran has refused to have a serious talk with someone in the past two years, why?"

Fu Songting frowned, "Perhaps it feels right not to have met one."

"At that time, there was a lot of trouble with Mingzheng. At first I thought it would work, and I persuaded Xiaoran. Look at it now, she will be 27 soon. I thought it would be good for her to get along with Mingzheng, but it didn't work out. "Fan Xian was really anxious, "Xiaoran is too cold, I think he will only lose his position every time he meets Chengyou, besides, Chengyou likes Xiaoran because I saw it early in the morning."

"But I can't let go of what Ming Yunfeng did, let alone send Xiaoran into the Ming family."

"Song Ting," Fan Xian exhaled lightly, "Let's see what Xiao Ran wants."

Up to now, not forcing is the best compensation for Fu Ran.

Ming Chengyou walked in front, Fu Ran put her hands in her pockets, and she stepped on the man's back and followed closely.

As he walked, his footsteps fell slowly, and Fu Ran smelled a clear smell of tobacco in his nostrils.

Some people say that men who smoke regularly will still have this smell even after taking a shower.

Fu Ran looked at the shoulders that almost reached her nostrils. In fact, it was not exactly cigarettes, but a kind of body odor belonging to Ming Chengyou, which was very pleasant.

The bright black eyes looked extraordinarily pure in the same dark night, Fu Ran was stuck in place because of Ming Chengyou's turning around, "Go out by yourself."

He held Fu Ran's hand, and the palms of both of them were cold. Fu Ran didn't brush it away this time, but let him lead them to the door.

He thought she would struggle, so he held her tightly, but he didn't expect the strength in his hand to become obedient. After a moment of surprise, Ming Chengyou suddenly relaxed.

Fu Ran followed him to the gate, "Go back, and don't come home again."

"why?"

Fu Ran glanced at the bright hall, knowing the reason of Fu Songting's objection just now, "Let me think about it, okay?"

She found an excuse to drive him away quickly.

Ming Chengyou shouldered the moonlight, "I'll find you in the studio tomorrow."

It seems that she doesn't want to give Fu Ran a chance to repent.

She looked a little hesitant, "Let's live a while."

Fu Ran stood at the gate, watching Ming Chengyou's car leave, and couldn't help but get a headache after thinking about it. How can his temper be persuaded by a few words, and she guessed that she would never have a peaceful life from tomorrow on.

Fu Ran went back to the living room the same way. Fan Xian and Fu Songting were sitting in the living room. Seeing her come in, they didn't ask any more questions. The atmosphere was the same as before, but Fu Ran always felt weird. Anyone who encounters it will be confused.

Fan Xian stayed in Fu Ran's room for a while, but he couldn't find anything practical after asking for a long time.

Fu Ran was watching the lectures in the dance studio, and she often practiced dance, for fear of being unfamiliar and forgetting, a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror was erected on the west-facing wall, and she was dancing modern dance with another teacher in the studio, full of enthusiasm, with a delicate waist Limbs twisted to the sound of music, Fu's dyed hair was scattered, and a few strands stuck to the neck, forming a style of its own.

"Clap clap-"

There was a sudden clap of applause at the door, and Fu Ran and his companion stopped dancing.

Seeing Ming Chengyou leaning against the door frame in a casual suit, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth revealing his evil nature, all the eyes of these perverts were straightened.