Dyed

Ming Chengyou also fully experienced Fu Ran's stubbornness, even though he was with her, she still kept her eyes wide open and did not dare to relax.

Ming Chengyou turned on the TV, Fu Ran blinked his tired eyes, and he adjusted a comfortable posture for her.

Ming Chengyou lowered his head and stared at the person in his arms, the chest that was resting on her face was filled with dullness and unknown feelings.

He still doesn't know, it's a kind of pity.

Ming Chengyou's eyes fell on the TV screen, and Fu Ran was not interested in the boring economic news.

She stretched out her hand under the quilt, and saw that most of the bottle of medicine was still in the drip bottle.

Tiredness hit her, she squinted her eyes, a little peace of mind was replaced by fear in her heart.

Fu Ran's face moved on Ming Chengyou's chest, and the female anchor's methodical voice became the best lullaby.

Ming Chengyou couldn't help stroking her head with his palm, and looking down, she was soundly asleep.

Fu Ran slept very well this time, and she didn't feel the pain of the infusion tube when she turned over.

Fu Ran didn't see Ming Chengyou when she opened her eyes. She hurriedly stood up and looked at the IV bottle. She didn't know when it was hung up. The back of her hand was stuck with white tape, and she felt a little pain.

The lights in the ward were turned off, and it was clear at first glance that there was a figure in the dining room.

Ming Chengyou stood with his back to her, and there was a faint appetizing fragrance in the air.

Only then did Fu Ran feel hungry. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and the footsteps of putting on the cotton slippers were very light. Ming Chengyou couldn't help repeating a movement with his right hand. Fu Ran was very curious, "What are you doing?"

Without looking back, Ming Chengyou stretched his left hand behind him, "Wake up."

Fu Ran put her hands into the pockets of the hospital gown, and she stood beside Ming Chengyou, "What are you doing?"

He put his arm around her shoulder, "Didn't you say you don't want to eat, I'm cooking porridge."

"Cooking porridge?" She raised her eyebrows, her spirits improved a lot, and sure enough, she saw Ming Chengyou was stirring a spoon in his hand.

The posture is quite decent, Fu Ran took a closer look, and found that it was glutinous and thick millet porridge, not to mention appetizing, the appearance alone was the best.

"Hungry? Go to the side and wait."

Fu Ran supported the edge of the table with her palm, "Where did you buy it for heating?"

Ming Chengyou's originally good mood was shattered by her words.

He frowned, and tapped the bottom of the pot with a spoon, "Which of your eyes can see that I bought it? Isn't it just cooking porridge?"

Look down on people is not.

"Oh." Fu Ran responded lightly, and saw a small bowl next to her. She took out the chopsticks and the bowl, washed them, and sat at the dining table, waiting to eat.

Her left hand is wrapped with gauze, and she is holding her side face with her right hand.

Ming Chengyou's coat was flung on the sofa beside him. The pure white linen shirt and black suit trousers were the most simple combination, but they showed the man's unique temperament.

He stood with the backlight, only to see orange sprinkled all over his shoulders, and the movements of his hands were soft and gentle.

At this time, he wasn't the Ming Sanshao who had a strong approach in the mall. Fu Ran was lost in thought for a moment, and she pretended to be calm until the man's eyes met her.

The VIP ward is good, and the restaurant has everything you need.

Ming Chengyou put the packaged dishes into the microwave to heat up, and the long dining table took up most of the space.

Seeing that Fu Ran was eating with gusto, he claimed the credit, "The people in the supermarket told me to boil the water before putting in the millet, so as not to burn the pot. How does it taste?"

"Can porridge have any taste?" Fu Ran raised her eyes and replied calmly.

Ming Chengyou's radiant eyes dimmed, and Fu Ran also knew that she was being unkind, so she suppressed a smile, "Okay, the taste is very good."

Ming Chengyou tapped the edge of Fu Ran's bowl with the chopsticks in his hand, "To be honest, I have never seen a woman as heartless as you."

The sweet and smooth millet porridge was swallowed down the throat. Fu Ran raised her head, her face was normal, and she was about to speak, but Ming Chengyou took the first step, "Fu Ran, shall we start again?"

With a very ordinary tone, but the words were thrown loudly, Ming Chengyou let go of the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at Fu Ran with focused and serious eyes.

Compared to his attitude, Fu Ran squeezed her chopsticks nervously, something stuck in her throat, she lowered her head and remained silent.

He vaguely heard Ming Chengyou's sigh, and after a while, he spoke again, "Then let me put it another way, Fu Ran, shall we have a relationship?"

Ignoring Fu Ran's reaction, he went on and said, "The beginning of the two of us was due to marriage. After all, we have no basis for feelings when we are together. Unlike ordinary people, we all fall in love first and then have future affairs. Fu Ran, let's try to have a relationship."

Fu Ran stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, "Ming Chengyou, if you no longer appear in my life, we can all live a simple life. Really, after we get involved, we may really have to face it in the future." A lot of things we don't want to face."

"If you are destined to be unable to escape, it is the same to face it early or late."

Is it just like some retributions, it's not that they don't repay, but it's just that the time has not yet come?

Seeing that Fu Ran was silent, Ming Chengyou picked up the chopsticks to pick up food for her, "Are you worried about something?"

She was lost in thought, then shook her head again, "No."

Ming Chengyou didn't ask any more questions. After dinner, Fu Ran got up to clean up. He pushed his hand, "Leave it alone. Someone will come in to deal with it later."

He really thinks this is a resort hotel.

Fu Ran rolled up the cuff of her right hand and kicked the trash can over with her foot. Many dishes remained intact, which was a waste.

Seeing her going into battle with injuries, Ming Chengyou was naturally unwilling. With a reluctance on his face, he said, "Go and rest, I'll take care of it."

Seeing him pulling his sleeves, Fu Ran stepped back and pointed to the bowls she had eaten and the things used to cook porridge, "These must be cleaned and returned to their original positions."

Ming Chengyou ignored it, and first dumped all the leftovers into the trash can.

Seeing his figure rushing back and forth, Fu Ran leaned against the edge of the table, feeling indescribably relieved and satisfied.

It is said that people are very fragile when they are sick, she shook her head and chuckled, she is not considered sick.

"What are you laughing at?" Suddenly, the man heard slightly displeased words, "Is it funny that I look like this?"

The corners of her mouth gradually widened, and she actually smiled, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, really, why are you guilty?"

Ming Chengyou turned around, turned on the warm water to wash the dishes, "Why should I be guilty?"

Fu Ran walked to his side wearing slippers. The bowls and a lot of things were all placed in the sink. Fu Ran pointed to one of the bowls, "It's not washed like this."

She poked the back of Ming Chengyou's hand with her index finger, wanting to show him a demonstration. He took advantage of the opportunity to hold Fu Ran's finger with his big palm, and pushed her forehead with the other hand, "Go out."

Greasy hands.

Fu Ran shouted, "My face, what are you doing!"