Dyed

The car drove through the boulevard at high speed, interlaced with the shadows of the trees along the way, like a time machine, which is difficult to reverse.

Ming Chengyou stepped on the accelerator, the unique roar of the sports car attracted the attention of passers-by on the side of the road, is it rushing to reincarnate?

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and half of the city fell into a deep sleep, but it was also the time when nightlife was most popular.

The whole city is mobilized, and the brilliant lights on both sides reflect the prosperity of nightclubs, which are bred by the unbridled desires of human beings.

The black sports car cut through the wind and waves like a sharp knife, and arrived at the gate of Fu's house in a blink of an eye.

Fu Ran was sitting in front of the computer wearing black-frame anti-radiation glasses. When Ming Chengyou's call came in, she was busy typing on the keyboard with both hands. Fu Ran took a look at the phone and put it back.

Ming Chengyou leaned over to look at Fu's house. The lights in the living room were off, and it was pitch black and silent. Seeing that Fu Ran refused to answer his call, he had to send a text message, "Come down, I found the things."

Fu Ran took a look.

The phone vibrated and there was a text message. Ming Chengyou opened it and saw Fu Ran's reply: Oh, put it at the door.

He frowned: The things you gave me are mine, why should I leave them at the door?

After a long silence, the phone was lying in the palm of my hand and I felt lazy to even move it.

Ming Chengyou tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, watching the time go by, his good mood was replaced by impatience when he arrived.

He dialed repeatedly, and Fu Ran simply put the phone on silent.

Ming Chengyou has never coaxed others like this before, who is not the best around him?Don't talk about pulling face, you don't even dare to say something harsh, how come it's Fu Ran's turn that nothing works?

Fu Ran flipped through the information with her fair fingers, and suddenly heard a sharp car horn, she pricked up her ears, it was really immoral to disturb the people in the middle of the night.

One after another, I am afraid that it will arouse public anger.

Fu Ran let go of the work in his hand, got up and walked into the study, opened the window and saw Ming Chengyou's car swaggeringly parked at the main entrance, could it be that he made the noise?

Fu Ran took her mobile phone and was about to go downstairs. Fan Xian came out of the room with a mask on her face, and said in a stiff tone, "Xiao Ran, who is it?"

Fu Ran was thinking about something, and suddenly looked up and saw a white face, she was so frightened that she patted her chest, and then she calmed down and said, "It's Ming Chengyou."

"Chengyou, is there something urgent at this late hour? Let him in quickly."

"No," Fu Ran said hurriedly, "I'll be right back after I say a few words."

Fan Xian patted her cheeks lightly, "Yes, then hurry up."

The weather is nearly May, and the night is still a bit cold. When Fu Ran went out, she was wearing pajamas and forgot to put on a coat outside.

The two slender and well-proportioned legs swayed wildly in Ming Chengyou's eyes as he walked, and he picked up the bag on the seat and got out of the car, "Fu Ran."

Wearing a one-piece pajamas, Fu Ran put his hands in his pockets, stood under the streetlight at the main entrance and stared at him.

Ming Chengyou took out his belt and walked over, "I found it, look."

He took out the mr mark inside and showed it to Fu Ran, "It took a lot of trouble, but it returned to me anyway, Fu Ran, don't be angry."

Ming Chengyou kept his voice low and completely lowered his posture. Fu Ran saw it, but he was not at all happy. Come on, then what then?"

then!

He just doesn't know.

Ming Chengyou wanted to bite off his tongue.

Fu Ran stretched out her hand, "This gift has also lost its original meaning."

Ming Chengyou hid the bag behind his back, "Fu Ran, how long are you going to be so angry?"

She raised her head and looked at him without blinking. There was a grudge in her heart, which couldn't be cleared away with a few words.

But after all, it's not a big deal. Even though Fu Ran had thoughts in his heart, the expression on his face softened a lot.

Ming Chengyou walked over, took Fu Ran's hand and pulled her to the side of the car. He opened the door and motioned Fu Ran to sit in, "It's cold outside."

Fu Ran stomped her feet, "I'm going back, I'll talk about it another day if I have something to do."

She turned around and was about to leave, but Ming Chengyou put his arm through her waist, and held Fu Ran tightly to his chest, and whispered into his ear with his thin lips, "Don't be angry."

Fu Ran shook her legs, "Forget it, you can go back quickly."

Ming Chengyou backed away, took Fu Ran's hand and led her into the passenger seat, "I finally found it, and I came to look for you before my hands were warmed up."

He walked around the front of the car and squeezed into the small workshop with Fu Ran.

After Ming Chengyou sat down, he began to untie his belt. Fu Ran's expression turned serious, and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "What are you doing?"

He looked up and saw the seriousness and solemnity on Fu Ran's face, and his hands paused a little, "I'm just changing a belt, who do you think I am?"

Fu Ran's face softened slightly, Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand and stretched it out.

"What else?"

"Help me tie it."

Ming Chengyou stuffed the belt she had found into her hand, and took Fu Ran's hand and put it around her waist. She put the belt around Ming Chengyou's back waist, buried her head and concentrated on fastening it for him.

There was a crisp clatter of metal, and Fu Ran's hand that was about to reach back was tightly held in his palm.

She thought that Ming Chengyou was going to say something again, so she didn't struggle, but suddenly her palm was held down by him, and one could imagine the position under the belt head.

There was an unbelievable shock in her eyes.

Her face was flushed, even the ears and neck were red, and she didn't think about going out at all when she helped him tie the belt.

This man, his thoughts are too erotic, his actions are too shameless, his eyes are shining all the time...

Fu Ran thought for a while, wishing to use the word promiscuous to describe him.

Fu Ranqi's entire face was livid, "Let go!"

Ming Chengyou was afraid to continue, and if he really wanted to make a joke that would last him less than 20 minutes, he quickly let go, "Fu Ran, go to me tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ran pulled out the pillow behind his waist, and slapped Ming Chengyou's face with lightning speed, "I'll let you play hooligans, let you be dishonest, and let you—"

For more than two years, her temper has not changed at all, and she does not know where she learned to beat people.

Ming Chengyou covered his face with his hands and arms, but Fu Ran was so annoyed that he was unwilling to give up. A few hits really hurt, he ducked his head to avoid Fu Ran's offensive, put his arms around her waist, and buried his head in Fu Ran's neck. stand up.

She whipped him and he kissed her sensitive spots.

Fu Ran was itchy and uncomfortable, so he had to abandon his weapon and surrender. Ming Chengyou was warm and fragrant and nephrite in his arms and refused to let go, and he was not free when he hugged and kissed. It happened that Fu Ran was wearing pajamas, and his movements became more and more unscrupulous.