Dyed

A few days later, still no progress.

Fu Ran came out of the dance studio and heard her mobile phone ringing in the corridor. She touched her pocket and hurried towards the office.

Fu Ran pushed the door open and went in. The phone vibrated with the ringtone. She looked at the caller ID before pressing the connect button, but the caller had already hung up.

Obviously can't wait for her to pick up.

Fu Ran stared at Ming Chengyou's name on the screen, hopeful in her heart, and dialed back after hesitating for a moment.

The mobile phone is always in the state of no one answering.

After the string in Fu Ran's heart was plucked, she couldn't calm down for a long time. She wandered around the office anxiously. During this period, she called Ming Chengyou one after another, but still no one answered.

After dinner, the teachers in the studio are off work.

A desk lamp was turned on in the office, and Fu Ran put the mobile phone by her hand. She fell asleep while lying on her stomach. The phone rang suddenly, and she woke up with a start, and saw that it was Ming Chengyou's call.

"Hey, where are you?"

There seemed to be a sneer on the other side, "He is fascinated, come and pick him up."

After finishing speaking, the phone was hung up, and Fu Ran was hardly given a chance to speak again.

She packed her things and strode out of the office.

Fu Ran came to the fascinating Tianzi VIP box, before she pushed the door and the person entered, a strong smell of smoke suddenly came over her face.

The people in the big private room were full of wine and food, and the descendants had already dispersed. Kuang Zi stood in front of the sofa and turned his head when he heard the movement.

Fu Ran walked behind him, looked away from Kuangzi's face, and then saw Ming Chengyou lying motionless on the sofa.

"He drank too much." Kuang Zi's expression was blank.

Ming Chengyou's cell phone and a few other things were scattered on the coffee table. Seeing Fu Ran still standing, Kuangzi said, "It's all about you. Who is the person he invited to the banquet today who is not famous in Ying'an City? In my opinion, the one with the most face Not them but you!"

Ming Chengyou frowned uncomfortably, and closed his eyes tightly, as if he wanted to wake up, "Kuangzi, you fucking don't let people sleep well, you need to clean up."

Such a tone was no different from that of Ming Sanshao two years ago.

Kuang Zi wasn't angry at all, he didn't even look at Fu Ran, "I'm leaving."

"Pour me a glass of water." Ming Chengyou ordered.

Kuang Zi didn't bother to pay attention, and walked towards the door by himself.

Fu Ran took the warm water in a glass, and she walked up to Ming Chengyou, "Drink it."

The man's eyes are still closed, only his lips are slightly opened, waiting for someone to feed him.

Fu Ran lowered the rim of the cup, Ming Chengyou was really thirsty, he drank the water in the cup in several gulps, Fu Ran reminded, "Be careful of choking."

"Cough-cough-"

Before the words were settled, Ming Chengyou suddenly sat up and coughed violently. Seeing his uncomfortable look, Fu Ran quickly stretched out his hand and patted him on the back.

After recovering a bit, Ming Chengyou opened his eyes. He didn't seem to understand the situation at this time. He looked around and saw half a figure, "Why are you here?"

"Kuang Zi called me." Fu Ran put the water glass back on the tea table.

He just lay back, with his head resting comfortably on Fu Ran's leg. This kind of intimacy can only be seen in the past. Fu Ran was shy and pushed his shoulder with his hand, "Are you still thirsty? I'll pour you another glass."

Ming Chengyou would not let it go, he held Fu Ran's hand, "I'm not thirsty anymore, I just feel a little dizzy, sit with me for a while."

He opened his eyes and looked up at Fu Ran's slender chin, but couldn't see her expression clearly. Ming Chengyou squeezed her hand lightly, "Fu Ran."

"Hmm." She lowered her head, and the whole face melted into Ming Chengyou's eyes, just like before, two years hadn't changed it much.

When Kuangzi went out, the door was not closed, and the smell of smoke dissipated a lot.

Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand and pressed her palm against his side face, "Your father's matter may be really tricky."

Fu Ran was startled, his face changed slightly, "Really?"

"Well," Ming Chengyou still smelled of alcohol, "Although the anonymous letter is an exaggeration, some things are true. For example, he used his connections to bridge certain companies, so it wasn't a big deal. It's just that your father has a special status, so it's not necessary to show it to others."

Fu Ran didn't speak, but her brows were filled with worry.

"The anonymous letter is just a lead." Ming Chengyou looked into Fu Ran's eyes and saw the worry in her eyes. He patted Fu Ran's hand and said no further, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, except it's a little tricky. It’s easy to solve.”

Fu Ran nodded after hearing the words.

The Fu family needs Ming Chengyou's help. In this case, evading or refusing will only make things worse. "Thank you."

Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand and put it to his lips, "Wait for my news at home, don't worry about me by running around."

The two of them sat in the box for a while, and they didn't leave the box until Ming Chengyou was able to stand up.

But after all, he drank a lot of wine, and his steps inevitably staggered. Ming Chengyou supported the wall, and said to Fu Ran behind him, "Come and help me."

There are many people in love, most of them are of status and status. Ming Chengyou stretched out his arms and hung them on Fu Ran's shoulders, giving her all the strength of half of his body.

Fu Ran almost fell over when he took the first step.

The hostess girl with a voluptuous figure and a strong body twisted her buttocks and passed by. She was wearing a fiery red miniskirt, and she could see the sexy panties inside just by bending over a little.

She just came out of the box, and the underwear on her upper body was torn crooked by the man inside.She stood at the door tidying up and saw Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran facing each other.

"Hey, isn't this the third young master?" The escort girl swayed forward, "Where is the third young master going?" Her eyes naturally fell on Fu Ran, and she put her arm on Ming Chengyou's other shoulder, " The third young master will be obsessed with me in another day, but you must praise me. Before, you all called me by name in your boxes. Do you despise me now? Or..."

The hostess pursed her lips, "Your taste has changed, do you like a plain girl?"

Fu Ran stared at the provocative corner of her mouth, her bright lip gloss smudged away, and the bra strap ran out of her shoulder without knowing it.

Since the top she was wearing was relatively see-through, she could see at a glance that the bra was squeezed into her chest and deformed after being pulled by an external force, so she could guess what happened in the box without even thinking about it.

That's right, Mixing is a gold-selling cave, and it's common to have fun.

Fu Ran looked up at the face that was close at hand, and Ming Chengyou was drunk, and the sparkle in his eyes was poisonous poppies to women.

With every gesture, people are fascinated.

Fu Ran thought to himself, Ming Chengyou must have played this kind of game quite a lot, how could there be any reason why not even a single leaf would touch his body if he played among thousands of flowers?

The palms holding his waist loosened, and the averted eyes were dimmed.

Ming Chengyou wisely didn't speak, and let Fu Ran carry him out.

He must not be able to drive after drinking like this, Fu Ran helped him into the car, fastened his seat belt, "Go back to Yiyun Capital?"

"Ah."