Dyed

Driving back to Fu's house, Fan Xian saw her coming back, hurriedly went over and said, "How is it, did Li Yunling make things difficult for you?"

"No," Fu Ran changed her shoes at the entrance, "She treats me very well."

"Don't hide anything from Mom." Fan Xian followed Fu Ran, "You are going home with Cheng You. If it is true as you said, Cheng You will definitely come over. Look at your face."

Fu Ran touched her cheeks with both hands, "Mom—"

"Your dad and I both know Li Yunling's temper. It's really difficult for us to get along with it. We don't need to be angry."

Fu Ran put both hands on Fan Xian's shoulders, resting her chin lightly on her neck, "Mom, you're really thinking too much. Cheng You went back to the company after dinner. Recently, he has a project on hand, so he's dizzy."

"It's fine." Fan Xian patted the back of her daughter's hand.

Fu Ran went upstairs listlessly, and received a text message on her mobile phone, which was sent by the waiter of the boutique.

Fu Ran buried her face in the pillow and didn't look at it.

The feeling of suffocation came oncoming, and she turned her face away, feeling a little damp in the corners of her eyes.

Both of the two stubborn people thought it was right, and Ming Chengyou felt that Fu Ran's evil fire was inexplicable.

Three days passed between my fingers.

Ming Chengyou's legs were crossed on the edge of the desk. He picked up the phone and glanced at it. It would be more difficult to convince her to make a phone call first.

Anyway, Li Yunling's attitude that day would make anyone feel angry.

He thought about it, and still called her hesitantly.

Fu Ran was watching a few teachers practice dance in the dance studio, but he didn't see the call when he received the call, and put it directly to his ear, "Hello, hello."

Ming Chengyou's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect her to speak in such a strange tone, "Fu Ran."

Fu Ran signaled them to continue, she picked up her clothes and went to the corridor, "Is there something wrong?"

"Still angry?" Ming Chengyou unconsciously scratched a document with the pen in his hand, "I'll pick you up tonight."

Fu Ran simply agreed, "Okay."

Some things are better asked face to face, the wound will only fester more and more in the heart, it is better to ruthlessly tear it open, whether to cut it off or keep it, so that people can have a clearer choice.

Ming Chengyou came earlier and called Fu Ran to say that he was going up. Fu Ran asked him to wait downstairs, and within 5 minutes, she had strode out of the building.

The weather has gotten warmer these days, and Fu Ran is wearing a large white long-sleeved t-shirt. As she walks, the hem gently curls up in layers.

The moment Fu Ran opened the passenger seat and entered, the fresh smell of laundry detergent permeated the car instantly. Ming Chengyou paused slightly, and saw the outline of a black bra clearly reflected in her white t-shirt.

"Let's drive."

"Where do you want to eat?" Ming Chengyou looked away.

Fu Ran kept his eyes away from the window, and saw a new store by the side of the road, "It's here."

Ming Chengyou didn't say anything, he found a place to park the car, and then walked in with Fu Ran.

It's an ordinary restaurant, but at any rate, the serving speed is fast, and the color, aroma and taste are good. Fu Ran took two mouthfuls of rice, and Ming Chengyou looked at her cold little face, "Are you still angry?"

Fu Ran put down her chopsticks and looked directly at him, "There is something I want to tell you clearly."

"What's the matter, making it so serious."

"In terms of your mother's attitude towards me, I am not angry. This is what I expected and I am prepared for."

Ming Chengyou nodded, "And then?"

"Ming Chengyou, who gave you this belt around your waist?" Fu Ran's topic turned so quickly, Ming Chengyou was almost powerless, and he even looked down at the Hermès belt , "Isn't it your birthday present?"

Fu Ran said again, "You asked me if you found something special about it, and you said yes, tell me what's special about it?"

He already felt that something was wrong, but before he figured out the situation, he answered honestly, "Of course it's different from what you sent me."

"Yes, it's different." Fu Ran evoked a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Ming Chengyou's temper that was ready to speak up was stirred up again, "Speak clearly, what's going on?"

"I have someone specially press the two letters mr on your belt, tell me, where are they?"

Facing Fu Ran's questioning, Ming Chengyou had doubts. When she gave it to him, he touched it all over. Where is the mr?

"I did not see it."

Fu Ran picked up the chopsticks and breathed out weakly, "Of course you didn't see it, because this is not the one I gave you at all."

Ming Chengyou categorically denied, "Impossible, absolutely no one else will give it away."

Fu Ran forcibly suppressed her breath, trying to keep her voice from trembling, "I asked the store, and the boss said that it is impossible for the embossed font to leave no traces, and on the day it is given to you, you should see that there is nothing on it. .”

A thought suddenly flashed in Ming Chengyou's mind, the scene of Qin Mumu rushing to mr with lip gloss clearly appeared, he thought of You Yingrui.

But after thinking about it carefully, he was a little hesitant, after all, he hadn't met You Yingrui again these days.

Fu Ran had no intention of arguing, "The waiter in the store said that each limited edition belt buckle has its own number." She took out her mobile phone from her bag, found the text message and pushed the mobile phone to Ming Chengyou, "This I bought it."

Ming Chengyou picked it up and saw that it was a string of numbers, beginning with an English letter.

"I'll say it again, what I received was from you." After finishing speaking, he pushed the chair away and got up slowly. The waiter came from not far away with soup, and Ming Chengyou suddenly reached out to untie the belt.

He kept his movements graceful, but no matter how elegant this move was, it shouldn't be something an elegant person should do.

The waiter in his early twenties couldn't figure out the situation, his little hand holding the soup was shaking, and someone sitting next to him looked over with a smile.

Ming Chengyou undid the belt with a snap, and then pulled it out swiftly. The waiter took advantage of the gap to come over and put down the dishes without even declaring the names of the dishes, and ran away in a hurry.

He casually pushed the leather belt away, and sure enough, he saw a row of serial numbers. Ming Chengyou picked up Fu Ran's cell phone, and his face suddenly changed.

The palms holding the belt are tightly closed, and the hard platinum is deeply embedded in the palms.

Seeing Ming Chengyou's expression, Fu Ran knew that the numbers in the two rows did not match.