Dyed

The two voices almost collided, and Fu Ran frowned slightly, unable to tell who the other party was.

You Yingrui's exquisite manicure was deeply embedded in her palm, so she naturally thought it was Fu Ran, who called in the middle of the night last night, but Ming Chengyou only answered once, telling her that she had something to go out.

He said that he couldn't spend her birthday with her today, You Yingrui persuaded herself to understand, but it was already night.

The grievances and injustices that had been suppressed for a long time were about to burst out. She opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't dare to speak.

If she doesn't care about it like this, You Yingrui also knows that Ming Chengyou will never be able to keep her by his side.

She covered the corner of her mouth with her palm, and Fu Ran didn't speak again. It was difficult to guess who the other party was from the slight breathing sound from a long distance away. You Yingrui snorted and hung up the phone.

Ming Chengyou was wearing a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair with a towel. Fu Ran held the phone that was hung up, "I have your call."

Ming Chengyou sat down in front of the sofa, "Who?"

"I don't know, the caller ID is Ming."

The man wiped it slightly, but the difference was only invisible to the naked eye. Ming Chengyou's facial features were hidden in the hanging black hair, and Fu Ranchu was standing in front of the bed, unable to see what the man was thinking in his eyes.

"Oh, what did she say?"

There was light flowing in Fu Ran's eyes, and he casually said, "She asked where you are."

Ming Chengyou's drooping facial features slowly lifted up, staring at her amidst the colorful lights reflected by the wall lamp, "Did you tell her that we are in Qingshan?"

Fu Ran is not good at lying, at least, at this time, she is not good at using lies to trick someone out.

She walked over and handed the phone to Ming Chengyou, "No."

He took it casually, turned it away and glanced at the incoming call, the call time was not long.

Who is Ming Chengyou? She's a good kid, a little fish who slipped through Ming Yunfeng's stick-style education, "It's my mother. If you really tell her where we are, she will destroy the whole green hill tomorrow." gone."

Hearing this, Fu Ran didn't doubt that it was him, and thought that the person who wrote Ming was naturally Ming Chengyou's family, and judging from the other party's behavior of hanging up the phone without hesitation, it was undoubtedly Li Yunling.

"After you go back, don't mention Qingshan to her, okay?"

Listening to Fu Ran's words, Ming Chengyou was glad that she and You Yingrui didn't talk to each other, but at the same time he felt irritable.

He understood that the third young master had always been upright and aboveboard, and he was never procrastinating when it came to dealing with women, but now he wanted to hide it, always worrying that You Yingrui's matter would be exposed.

Feeling an unprecedented sense of fatigue, he leaned back and leaned lazily on the leather sofa.

Knock-knock-a knock on the door broke the deadlock at the right time, and Fu Ran got up to open the door.

She didn't expect Zhao Lan to stand outside the door. Fu Ran looked back at Ming Chengyou who was facing away from the door. She quickly walked out and gently closed the door.

"Auntie, what is this?"

Zhao Lan held a big bowl of noodles in his hand, "I asked the hotel to cook this specially. Just now I saw that Chengyou didn't eat much. Besides, noodles should be eaten on birthdays. We don't like those foreign things."

"Auntie," Fu Ran felt warm in his heart, "You have a heart."

"Every Mingzheng's birthday, I have to cook a bowl of noodles for him personally, Xiaoran, you can take it in, don't say I brought it, otherwise he won't eat it."

Fu Ran took the noodle bowl from Zhao Lan's hand, it was very hot, and it was a big bowl full, "You should take a tray, it's so hot."

Zhao Lan handed the chopsticks and spoon to Fu Ran, "Don't bother them, I think I can take them."

"Thank you."

Zhao Lan waved her hand to signal her to go in, then turned around and walked towards the room.

Fu Ran looked at her from behind. Zhao Lan seemed to be thinner again, but she was in good spirits. It was just a trip to Qingshan, which was much more useful than living in the hospital and hanging on those expensive nutrient solutions every day.

Fu Ran turned around, kicked open the door with her foot and entered.

Zhao Lan returned to the room and saw Mingzheng coming out of his room. His slender figure was sticking to the light, with a pair of clear and cold eyes as usual, "Mom."

Zhao Lan walked over, Ming Zheng asked before she could speak, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I asked the hotel to cook a bowl of noodles."

"Why?" Mingzheng blurted out, without giving Zhao Lan any time to think about it, the sadness in his eyes spread wantonly.

"Do you want to say again, because we are shameful? No matter how much he dislikes you and doesn't want to look at you, you should curry favor with their mother and son?"

"Ming Zheng?" Zhao Lan shook his head and said, "I want you two brothers to get along well."

"I'll say it one last time, he's not my brother!" Ming Zheng pushed open the door with one hand and slammed it shut.

Zhao Lan didn't know about her son's grievances, but Ming Yunfeng had promised him that no matter what, she would treat Ming Chengyou and Ming Zheng as her sons.

After Ming Chengyou dried his hair, he threw the towel aside without looking back, "Who is it?"

Fu Ran walked into the room cautiously carrying the noodle bowl, "I see that you hardly ate much at night, so someone cooked a bowl of noodles for you."

"It's thanks to you that you figured it out and let me sit with them."

Fu Ran put the noodle bowl on the tea table, "Don't be stingy, come over and eat noodles, and live long after eating."

Ming Chengyou looked away from the steaming bowl of noodles, his eyes seemed to be in a trance, Fu Ran took out the chopsticks and handed them to him, Ming Chengyou absent-mindedly scooped up a piece of noodles, looking at the two poached eggs in the bowl, "Can you really live longer?"

"Yes, yes," Fu Ran said perfunctorily, she sat cross-legged on the carpet, folded her hands and rested her face on the back of her hands, "Eat."

He was really hungry. Ming Chengyou rolled up the noodles with his chopsticks when he saw how Ming Zheng and Zhao Lan could swallow the food. After a few mouthfuls, he immediately felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Ran shook her head, "I'm full for dinner."

Ming Chengyou brought the noodle bowl to Fu Ran's mouth, "Drink the noodle soup."

Fu Ran pushed his hand away, propping up his chin with the palm of his right hand, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay." Ming Chengyou said without raising his head.

Fu Ran walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and it seemed that she should be able to go down the mountain tomorrow.

Ming Chengyou pushed the noodle bowl aside, took Fu Ran's coat from the hanger and put it on for her.

"Chengyou, I'm sorry, I left your gift at home."

"Hey," Ming Chengyou sighed softly. "Then what to do?"

"I'll supply you after I go down the mountain tomorrow." Fu Ran's eyes were still staring out of the window.

"No," Ming Chengyou put his hands through Fu Ran's waist, "You ruined my good day, you have to make it up to me."

Listening to these words, it was as if she had strangled the children of many red seedlings.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and walked out, she held the door frame with one hand, "Where are you going so late?"

"Pay my gift."

"Oh." Fu Ran reluctantly responded, letting Ming Chengyou hold her hand and walk to the elevator.