Dyed

Ming Chengyou changed his clothes and came downstairs. Seeing the servant busy tidying up, he frowned, with a coat draped between his arms.

"Does Third Young Master want to go out?"

"Yeah." Ming Chengyou walked through the living room.

"Third Young Master, what should we do with these things?" The servant pointed to a lot of clothes on the sofa. Some people simply threw all the clothes they wore after attending the masquerade party here. Ming Chengyou looked disgusted and said, "Throw it away."

"Yes."

When Fu Ran was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she received a call from Qin Mumu again. She hesitated for a long time on the other end of the phone before asking Fu Ran if she had read today's news.

While brushing her teeth, Fu Ran said vaguely, "No."

Qin Mumu was silent for a while, and Fang said in a heavy tone, "You can turn on the computer and have a look, but it may be hype, and there is no real meaning."

After Fu Ran put down the phone, he quickly washed up, squeezed moisturizing water into his palm, and didn't have time to apply it on his face. It was not difficult to find the news from Qin Mumu's mouth.

After clasping his hands together, Fu Ran patted his cheeks lightly, while watching the news about Ming Chengyou.

Ming Chengyou parked the car at the gate of Fu's house. He called Fu Ran, but she didn't answer.

He tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, once and for all, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, his bright eyes fell somewhere through the windshield.

Looking up, she saw that Fu Ran had walked to the door. She opened the other car door and sat in. Ming Chengyou looked back, "Haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"Hmm." Fu Ran's neatly trimmed hair was stuck to her chest, and she casually picked up a strand and pushed it behind her ear with a natural movement.

The indifferent scent of gardenia fragrance wafted away, Fu Ran's clutch bag was placed on his knees, and he turned his head and said to Ming Chengyou, "What's the matter, come to pick me up in such a hurry?"

Ming Chengyou started the engine, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes were typical of peach blossom eyes. Fu Ran was listening to the soothing music in the car, and Ming Chengyou grabbed her hand.

Fingertips were cold, Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly, "Are you cold?"

"Not cold." Two words escaped from his thin lips.

"Listen to the radio." Fu Ran stretched out his hand to tune the channel, and Ming Chengyou held her hand in his palm again, "Listen to the songs, these songs are new ones I put on, listen to them."

Maybe, what happened last night was being announced on the radio.

Fu Ran let him hold it tightly, Ming Chengyou drove absent-mindedly, pressing his thumb deep and shallow on the back of Fu Ran's hand, Fu Ran looked up at his side face, "What happened?"

He looked back at Fu Ran, "Have you read the news after waking up?"

Fu Ran shook her head, "No, I was busy washing when I received your call. Is there any major news?"

Ming Chengyou's lip line was already thin, so it was even more sexy when he tightened it, "Let's go have breakfast first."

Passing by a snack bar, Fu Ran signaled him to stop, "Don't go to the restaurant, I want to eat small wontons."

"it is good."

But since there was no regular parking space for the roadside shop, Fu Ran opened the car door and said to go down and line up first, and let Ming Chengyou find a place to park by himself.

He parked the car and entered the store. He knew it was an old store at a glance. The people who entered and exited were ordinary working-class people. Fu Ran waved to him not far away with chopsticks. Some people had to rush to work, so a breakfast Eat in full swing.

Ming Chengyou sat across from Fu Ran. There was a simple square table and a bench. Fu Ran heard the number 28, and she dragged Ming Chengyou to the service desk.

"Shouldn't they send it here?"

"How can there be so many people?" Fu Ran returned to the original position with a tray, and ordered a lot of things, such as wontons, fried rice, glutinous rice dumplings, and soup dumplings. I’m afraid I’ll have to wait in normal times.”

Fu Ran gave Ming Chengyou a bowl of wontons, and handed him the disposable chopsticks and spoons in his hand.

There is also an advantage to going in and out of such occasions. Everyone is busy eating and making money, and few people really care about gossip.

Fu Ran concentrated on the wontons in the bowl, and Ming Chengyou looked up at her head. There was a lot of noise in the shop, so he leaned closer, "I have something to tell you."

Without raising her head, she said, "Say."

"When I sent you back last night, the reporter photographed someone going to my house. Now it is estimated that the news is on the front page."

Fu Ran finally faced Ming Chengyou head-on, she swallowed the thing into her throat, her expression became more solemn, seeing her like this, Ming Chengyou simply let go of the hand holding the spoon, and he clasped his hands on the edge of the table.

"Is it outside your house or inside?"

Ming Chengyou was taken aback, thinking that the question was so well asked.

"The door...inside."

Fu Ran's two neatly trimmed willow eyebrows were almost twisted together, "Then how did she get in?"

"Go in with a key."

"Is it your mother?"

Ming Chengyou's face darkened, "No."

Fu Ran snorted, and concentrated on the breakfast in the bowl again. Ming Chengyou moved to sit next to Fu Ran, and took her palm and wrapped it in his palm.

"Last night, Kuang Zi said he was going to hold a masquerade party in Zhongjing Haoting. He was busy contacting people, so he asked his girlfriend to come to Zhongjing Haoting to decorate first. The media bit him no more than I did, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble , his girlfriend was fully armed but was still photographed, and today's headline headline became "The Merry Three Youngsters Can't Touch the Gentle Land."

Fu Ran took out the paper towel on the table and wiped the corner of her mouth. She pointed to the wonton in Chengyou's hand, "Why don't you eat it?"

"I'm not in the mood to eat." Ming Chengyou stared at Fu Ran's expression, "Don't you believe it?"

Even though he made things up, Fu Ran still had to believe it or not. Maybe she also thought that he had a bad record, so she didn't want to bear the name of being a romantic.

"I believe," Fu Ran said calmly, without major emotional fluctuations between his brows, "I received a call from Mu Mu this morning. I have read the news you mentioned."

Ming Chengyou narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you really believe it?"

"Well," Fu Ran didn't care, "I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

"What do you mean?" Ming Chengyou hesitated.

"Do you really want to listen?"

Ming Chengyou nodded.

Fu Ran put down her hands and stared at Ming Chengyou for a moment, "First of all, if you really want to have sex secretly, you can choose a hotel. There are complete security measures, and it is better than bringing people home."

"Secondly, you were with me when that person entered Zhongjing Haoting. The pictures attached to the news also have time. I roughly calculated it. From your return to Zhongjing Haoting to the second wave of people entering, there are a total of 40 times before and after. minute."

Ming Chengyou thought about it carefully, and waited for Fu Ran to continue.

She picked up the chopsticks to pick up a small steamed bun, caught a glimpse of Ming Chengyou's side face looking at her, and Fu Ran said, "Isn't it clear?"

"So you believed it?" To be honest, he didn't think about it in other ways.