Dyed

Fu Ran stretched out her hand to tie her hair behind her head before she finished exercising, and her cheeks were still dripping with sweat.

She picked up a towel to wipe it off, danced impromptu without changing her clothes, a light-colored low-necked sweater, her collarbone looming on both sides, she walked up to Ming Chengyou, "Let's go."

"Yo, where is this going?" The people behind him booed.

"Are you going on a date?"

It was the first time for Ming Chengyou to enter Fu Ran's office. He swaggered and sat in the office chair, "Fu Ran."

He liked to call her that way.

Fu Ran washed her face and put on her coat.

"Have you figured it out?"

Her chest was heavy, "Do you think we can still be together?"

"I said yes." Ming Chengyou tapped the table with his index finger, "Fu Ran, since I was a child, I have been used to taking whatever I want for myself, and sometimes I don't care about other people's wishes, but this time I really want you Start over with me."

His words were sincere, and he couldn't hear the half falsehood in his words.

Fu Ran bit her lip, and he reappeared in her life in this posture. What Fu Ran insisted on was slowly being destroyed at a speed that she couldn't even predict.

Ming Chengyou raised his head and fixed his eyes on her face.

Fu Ran walked over, separated by a desk, "Don't you blame me for leaving you at that time?"

They are very close, and no emotion can escape from each other's eyes, even if the fluctuations in the eyes flashed very quickly, there will be no way to hide.

Ming Chengyou's eyes were clear and deep. She looked straight in, and was completely attracted by the unfathomable depth inside. Looking to the end, she could see his sincerity, "No wonder."

Fu Ran's heart fluttered lightly, she was too decisive to leave that day, even she couldn't let go of it, Fu Ran didn't expect to hear such an answer from Ming Chengyou.

She was a little taken aback.

The hand supporting the edge of the table was pulled by Ming Chengyou, and Fu Ran lowered his head for a moment, and saw that he was wearing their original engagement ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

An indescribable taste in my heart, sweet and astringent, with some bitterness.

He stroked the vacant place of Fu Ran's ring finger with his thumb in circles. She wanted to take her hand back. Ming Chengyou took off the ring and tried several times, but finally she could barely put it on Fu Ran's thumb.

She thought it was funny, how could anyone wear a ring on their thumb?

Fu Ran took the things and returned them to Ming Chengyou.

She still had work to do, so she pulled Ming Chengyou away from the chair. Compared to his, her office was at best a temporary space. Fortunately, there was a sofa next to him for him to sit on. He casually flipped through magazines, "Auntie Did you work as an accountant before?"

"That's right." Fu Ran didn't raise her head.

"Will she still have financial income after concentrating on taking care of Youyou at home?" Ming Chengyou felt uncomfortable sitting, so he simply adjusted himself, lying on his back on the small sofa, comfortable and comfortable.

"No, I rely on my uncle's wages from work."

"I do have a few relationships in my hand, and I can bring a foreign account. Generally speaking, income to support the family is not a problem."

"Really?" Fu Ran saved the photos one by one into the computer, "This is the best way. You can take care of Youyou while earning income."

Ming Chengyou was bored and kept flipping through the pages. It was all entertainment and gossip. He slammed the magazine on the table, "When can I leave?"

"Let's go, I'm going to get off work."

Ming Chengyou raised his watch and glanced, "What time is it, aren't you the boss?"

"The boss must also obey the rules." Fu Ran sorted out the folders, arranged the photos in chronological order, and hurriedly shuttled his fingers across the keyboard. Hearing the orderly sound of typing, Ming Chengyou simply closed his eyes, "When you leave Call me, it's just right to go out to eat."

Fu Ran didn't respond.

She often forgot the time when she was working. The teachers in the studio went to get off work by themselves and called her as they passed by the door of her office. Fu Ran told them to go first, saying that there was still about half an hour of work to do.

The teacher who poked her head in found Ming Chengyou who was lying down. She closed the door wisely, winked at her colleagues behind her, and gave an OK sign.

Ming Chengyou just wanted to take a nap, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

What Fu Ran thought could be completed in half an hour, he dragged it until 6 o'clock.

She turned off the computer, and while she was thinking about going home for dinner, a figure suddenly appeared in her eyes, and then she remembered that Ming Chengyou was still sleeping here.

Fu Ran took her bag, and she walked to the sofa with light steps. Ming Chengyou rested one hand on the back of his head, his legs crossed from his ankles, his hair drooped on his forehead, loose and lazy, breathing evenly, he seemed to be sleeping well Zhengxiang.

Fu Ran hesitated to wake him up.

If you look closely, you can see the light blue color under his eyes, as if he didn't sleep well on weekdays.

Ming Chengyou maintained the same posture without even turning over.Fu Ran still remembered that he had never been honest in his sleeping appearance, never had his hands and feet wished to wrap around her body.

Fu Ran crossed the sofa, and his knee accidentally hit the coffee table and made a slight movement. Ming Chengyou suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Where are you going?"

Immediately afterwards, a force clasped her wrist tightly.

"Ah!" Fu Ran cried out in pain. Only then did Ming Chengyou realize where it was. He let go of his hand, pulled it effortlessly, and wrapped his other hand around Fu Ran's waist to catch her fallen body.

He sat up, hugged Fu Ran's waist with both hands, and rested his chin on her shoulder, "I haven't slept like this for a long time, and I always can't fall asleep. I just dreamed of a witch who told me that you are my god of sleep." , I will have insomnia when you leave, I opened my eyes and grabbed you with my hands."

Fu Ran was amused, "Your dream is really strange."

Ming Chengyou rubbed Fu Ran's side face with his face, "It's not a dream, it's real. It's the first time I've slept so soundly in two years."

Fu Ran listened to him talking, her tone was steady, she was at a loss for the sudden intimacy, Ming Chengyou took a deep breath, the smell of her Sassoon shampoo was still there, she was nostalgic...

His dark and dark eyes opened, and Fu Ran was caught behind her gaze. She was nostalgic for everything, except for him.

"Let's go, I'm hungry." Fu Ran put her hands on Ming Chengyou's knees and tried to get up.

His arms tightened, and the waist that was already tightly gripped became more and more slender. Ming Chengyou kissed her face, and pressed Fu Ran into the sofa.

She pushed his chest with both hands, "I'm really hungry."

There was resistance in her eyes, Fu Ran pushed Ming Chengyou away without much effort, she got up and tidied her hair, Ming Chengyou followed and left the sofa, Fu Ran turned off the lights in the office, and walked out with him.

The elevator door closed, and the atmosphere returned to the suffocating silence again. Fu Ran lowered her head, carefully watching Ming Chengyou's face from the corner of her eye, for fear that he would suddenly fall to the ground like last time.

Ming Chengyou raised his chin slightly, staring at the number keys above, and occasionally turning his head to touch Fu Ran's eyes, she naturally avoided, and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard silently in the elevator.

Ming Chengyou leaned against the elevator wall, Fu Ran looked into the mirror, and he stared at her for a moment.

Only Ming Chengyou knew that his eyes had passed Fu Ran, and he didn't know where Piao Miao was, but he was just in a daze.