Dyed

She stared blankly, and there was a mournful cry from the screen, it turned out that the hero died.

At such a moment, the person who held the heroine at the top of his heart and was willing to love her with his life, but when he opened his eyes one day and found that he was no longer there, no one can bear this kind of heartbreaking.

Fu Ran's mood sank following the plot, and like all spectators, she couldn't help but blame the director.

It is too cruel why the love that cannot be fulfilled in reality cannot be extended in the virtual world.

She put the ring back in the jewelry box, and carefully put it back in the corner.

Fu Ran turned off the computer, touched her eyes, and liquid dripped out.

She seemed to be in a deep sleep, but when the phone rang, Fu Ran felt trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

She was so frightened that she wanted to struggle, her eyes suddenly opened, and she saw that the phone on the bedside table was on.

She wiped off her sweat and reached for the phone. She was still a little fuzzy because she was half asleep and half awake. She couldn't even see the caller ID, so she just pressed the call button, "Hello, who is it?"

"It's me," said a low, slightly hoarse male voice.

Fu Ran rubbed her eyes lightly, she turned around lazily, and retracted her arms into the bed, "Is there something wrong?"

"Fu Ran, I can't sleep and talk to me."

Fu Ran moved the phone away from her ear, looked at the time, it was two forty in the morning.

Her words were hazy with indescribable coquettishness, "Don't you even check what time it is, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

There was no movement for a while, Fu Ran's head was pressed against the pillow, and he was about to fall asleep again soon.

"Fu Ran."

"Hmm." She unconsciously responded softly, her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

"are you sleepy?"

No matter how sexy and seductive the man's voice is, it can't seduce Fu Ran at this moment. She just wants to sleep, "Yeah."

"Fu Ran, tell me how you have lived in the past two years?"

Ming Chengyou didn't seem to be really sleepy, and his voice was clear and bright, with a little bit of inaudibility that others couldn't hear.

He uttered a bunch of words in his ears, and Fu Ran's drowsiness was chased away one by one by him, and the nerves would become more sensitive when people woke up.

She simply hugged a pillow, "That's how I got here."

Time flies, she has no time to look back, two years have passed by in a hurry.

Ming Chengyou didn't mention the two years that belonged to him. Fu Ran asked after thinking about it, "How did you get here?"

There was silence at the other end. She didn't turn on the light, and the room with the curtains drawn was pitch black. After a long time, the man smiled nonchalantly, "It's basically working, and I can't think of anything special."

Fu Ran occasionally chatted with him, most of which were Ming Chengyou's, but the silence lasted longer.

When I woke up in the morning, my shoulders were sore and dizzy. I saw that the quilt was only covering the waist and the phone was still in the call state. Fu Ran took it to her ear and listened carefully. When there was no movement, she reached out and cut it off.

He was about to stand up after lifting the quilt when the phone rang.

The caller ID is Myung Sung Woo.

Fu Ran put on her slippers, and walked to the bathroom while answering the phone.

"Wake up?" Ming Chengyou said with a little tiredness, Fu Ran combed her hair in the mirror, "I fell asleep last night."

"Today is Christmas, I will pick you up tonight."

Fu Ran refused to export.

"Fu Ran, I told you to start over with you. The more you run away from me, the more pressing you are. Wait for me in the studio." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fu Ran walked out of the room after washing, she got up late today, went downstairs and saw Fu Songting was still at home, "Dad, why haven't you gone to work yet?"

Fan Xian's face was full of worries, and Fu Songting's face was also heavy. Fu Ran sat next to Fan Xian with the morning newspaper on the table, "What happened?"

"It's nothing serious," Fan Xian comforted her, "Go to the studio quickly."

Fu Ran looked at the dining room. The breakfast prepared by Chen Ma was still there. She vaguely sensed that something was wrong, "Dad, is he resting today?"

Fan Xian's eyes were red, "Xiaoran..."

Fu Songting stood up and walked to the second floor.

"Mom, don't cry, speak slowly if you have something to say." Fu Ran took out a tissue and wiped it for her, Fan Xian's voice choked slightly.

"Your father may be in some trouble. He will stay at home for the time being. He didn't say anything about the specifics. He only heard from acquaintances that it was related to an anonymous letter. But the officialdom is complicated, and the anonymous letter is nothing. Adding insult to injury, and the investigation has been particularly strict recently."

"Mom," Fu Ran continued to worry, but tried to appear relaxed, "The clear is clear, let Dad rest at home, and everything will be fine when things are cleared up."

Fu Ran has no thoughts in the studio all day long. Fu Songting has been involved in politics for many years, and this is the first time such a thing has happened.

She went home specially at noon, Fan Xian was sad all day long, and Fu Songting was not in good spirits.

Fu Ran turned off the lights in the office and walked out with a few teachers. She was full of thoughts and couldn't remember the promise Ming Chengyou had made with her.

A teacher recently got a new boyfriend. She waved goodbye to her colleagues, and they walked down the stairs talking and laughing.

Fu Ran walked in the front when a black car suddenly stopped in front of her, the sound of brakes stopped abruptly, and a man in a suit got out of the passenger seat.

"Miss Fu."

Fu Ran frowned, "What's the matter?"

Knowing the location of her studio and her surname, it can't be accidental, Fu Ran raised her eyebrows, and the man opened the rear door of the car, "Someone wants to see you, please."

Fu Ranchu stayed where he was, "Who is it?"

"It has something to do with your father. You must be interested."

Fu Ran didn't dare to act rashly when he heard the words, the companion behind him saw that something was wrong, "Xiao Ran, are you okay?"

The man held her shoulder with one hand and pushed her lightly. Fu Ran staggered slightly, and smiled at his companion behind him, "Lin Lin, maybe a friend wants to see me. Go back quickly. Remember to take your second hand with you along the way." Interested in practicing well."

The black car took Fu Ran away.

The companion next to him looked puzzled, "Lin Lin, what does Xiaoran mean?"

Lin Lin looked back, "Another hobby of mine is remembering the license plate number."

When Ming Chengyou arrived by car, he only saw a few teachers in the studio from a distance, but did not see Fu Ran.