Dyed

Ming Chengyou grabbed Fu Ran's wrist and walked in. Fu Ran's face turned red and her heart beat faster, but the man next to her looked normal.

Who is he? He is the third young master of the Ming Dynasty. Not to mention that anyone's face can compare with him. Maybe compared with the iron wall, he is even worse.

Housekeeper Xiao went to bed early in the morning, and there was only one cold wall lamp left in the living room, and the orange light was dotted with several pots of top-quality orchids in front of him.

Fu Ran quietly followed Ming Chengyou's footsteps, her fingertips were wet and wrapped in the man's warm palm.

The room was empty and big, and it seemed to be getting colder. She couldn't help sneezing, Ming Chengyou stamped her feet, and asked her to sit down at the dining table first.

"Don't you want to turn on the light?" She was exhausted physically and mentally, and she just wanted to have a good sleep.

Ming Chengyou took out a cake from the kitchen, and the lit candles swayed gracefully. For a moment, Fu Ran saw the man's unfathomable deep eyes through the extremely hot brightness.

She shook her head and was shocked to find that they were so similar.

"I ordered the cook to make it for you."

Stinging pain flashed in Fu Ran's eyes, and he remembered the three-layer cake he saw at Fu's house, "I think I must have been a heinous person in my previous life."

Otherwise, why would there be a lot of misfortune in her life? Before she saw the world, she was far away from her biological parents at the first sight. When the time came to the right track, she became forgotten, as if leaving her alone was superfluous.

Everyone has a role to play, and she can't squeeze in.

"Did you know? I haven't seen how nice you are now."

Fu Ran glared at him, "Are you a good person?"

Ming Chengyou's palm fell on Fu Ran's shoulder, and his chest was pressed against her back because of bending over. He played his charming voice to an infinitely alluring voice, "I don't like people, so I dare to do anything."

"Like." Fu Ran smiled and waved his hand, and Ming Chengyou sat beside her, "Make a wish."

"May I be like you, a villain through and through."

Ming Chengyou's face under the candlelight was like a peach blossom, he couldn't help laughing, "It depends on whether you have the capital."

Fu Ran really wanted to pat him directly with his hands, but perhaps the air-conditioning around him was also heated by the candle, so Fu Ran inadvertently followed him and laughed.

Ming Chengyou's staring eyes were half closed, and his eyes were fixed on the corners of her shallow mouth. Fu Ran turned his head and felt uncomfortable when he remembered the kiss just now, "It's time to cut the cake after I made my wish."

The man showed obvious disappointment. In his imagination, it was time to hug Fu Ran tightly and make out with him. Fu Ran saw some malicious intent in his eyes, "Hurry up!"

He reluctantly walked into the kitchen, and Fu Ran heard ping-pong-pong noises coming from inside. Since the lights were not turned on in the dining room, when Ming Chengyou approached her, she realized that he was holding a shining kitchen knife in his hand.

"If you can't find any other knives, use this one."

Others thought it was a robbery.

Fu Ran held it in his hand, which was quite heavy, and it was really funny to use it to cut cakes.

After returning to the bedroom and taking a shower, Ming Chengyou sat cross-legged on the bed, playing with the phone in his palm, "Tomorrow, my eldest brother and second brother want to see you."

"Are they back home?"

"My second brother has returned to China, and the eldest brother is in city n. He plans to come back and develop in the near future."

Before Fu Ran got engaged, Fan Xian and her clarified the relationship between the members of the Ming family. Ming Yunfeng had three sons, and the eldest was the most like him in temperament, but it was rumored that he was an illegitimate son. The Ming family only said that he was in poor health when he was young. In the past few years, I was away from home to recuperate.

The second son was adopted, and only Ming San Shao was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. On the day of delivery, even the guards were dispatched. The croak resounded through half the sky.

Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed and did not move, Ming Chengyou looked away from the phone, "Are you still taking a shower?"

She touched the index fingers of both hands, feeling a little guilty.

"The bed is completely dirty by you." Ming Chengyou kicked her lightly, Fu Ran stayed still for a long time before saying in a dull voice, "I accidentally broke the jade bracelet my mother gave me."

There was a sound of breathing in her ear, and Fu Ran raised her head.

"That was given to her by my father more than twenty years ago."

Fu Ran became more and more anxious, "What should I do?"

"How did it break?"

Fu Ran had no choice but to tell the story in detail.

"It's okay, you pick the other one tomorrow, and I'll just go and find a similar one to fool me."

Listening to what he said lightly, Fu Ran was still uneasy, "Is it okay?"

Ming Chengyou put away the phone, and the topic changed very quickly, "There is an affair, shall we do it?"

Fu Ran didn't have time to react, "I haven't taken a shower yet..." His eyes suddenly touched Ming Chengyou's enthusiastic smile, and his light and shallow breathing became disordered, making it hot and fuzzy. She got up as if fleeing, but Ming Chengyou grabbed her wrist .

Fu Ran hurriedly shook it off, but he didn't insist, he just let go of her hand after stuffing something in her palm.

She ran to the bathroom to take a closer look. It was a jewelry box with a beautiful necklace lying inside.

Fu Ran dragged herself in the bathroom for nearly an hour and a half. She was so sleepy that she could fall asleep against the wall, so she had to open the door and go out.

Looking at the bedside, Ming Chengyou was still sleeping soundly, with his face pressed against the pillow, with soft and handsome lines.

After waking up the next day, no one mentioned what happened last night. Housekeeper Xiao put the prepared gifts into the trunk. Fu Ran followed Ming Chengyou out of Yiyun Capital. Seeing him stretching his neck and arms, he seemed uncomfortable. "You didn't sleep well last night?"

"En." Ming Chengyou hummed a syllable as an answer, and added after a long while, "Chunmeng has no trace."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ranquan looked at her thoughtfully, assuming that he couldn't understand the meaning of his words, he pointed to the necklace around his neck, "Is it pretty?"

The two talked all the way, and the car drove into the villa and heard laughter from the living room.

The servant helped carry the things in, and Fu Ran followed Ming Chengyou. A man of the same age as Ming Chengyou was sitting on the sofa, making Li Yunling laugh out loud.

"Xiaoran, Chengyou, you are here."

"This is my sister-in-law, right? Yo, this little girl is so beautiful, no wonder she can tie down that dead child Cheng You."

"Second brother, don't always imitate your mother's accent."

Fu Ran's attention was attracted by another person. Standing at the window ten steps away was a tall man with a pure black handmade suit and short hair.

Hearing their words, the man turned around, his handsome face was deep and sharp, his aura seemed a bit out of place, and he could only be seen from a distance.

Fu Ran's breathing tightened, and it was difficult to move her legs as if they were filled with lead water.

"Hi, I'm the second brother Mingrong." The person on the sofa got up and greeted her.

Fu Ran mechanically shook back, "Second brother."

At this time, the man by the window gradually approached, as she remembered the same appearance, he sat beside Li Yunling, with his long legs resting lightly on the other leg.

Li Yunling waved at Fu Ran, "Xiao Ran, this is your elder brother, Ming Zheng."

Fu Ran opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and she couldn't open her mouth. Ming Zheng raised his head to meet her gaze, his eyes were as quiet as a deep pool, and no one could notice anything unusual, "Hello."

The most polite and normal meeting, he held a cigarette in his hand, and when he saw her staring at her, he leaned over and stifled it out.

Fu Ran raised her eyebrows, and said in an unfathomably dim voice, "Brother."

Mingzheng leaned back and demanded unexpectedly, "Call my brother."

These two words were like a thunderbolt, Fu Ran completely lowered his eyes, Ming Chengyou remembered the word "brother" that Fu Ran wrote in the bathroom that night, although the water stains could be wiped off easily, but the traces were still there, he was very concerned.