Dyed

Qin Mumu and Song Zhi also knew about Ming Chengyou's sudden disappearance, so they called Fu Ran one after another.

Song Zhi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, asking if he had been kidnapped, and asked if he had called the police.

Qin Mumu looked left and said to him, meaning to tell Fu Ran not to worry too much, maybe there was something urgent that no one told anyone.

In fact, she hesitated because she wanted to ask whether Ming Chengyou might have gone to another woman.

But when the words came to his lips, he still couldn't say them.

Fu Ran walked out of the mr listlessly with her bag in hand, and the studio teachers also knew that she hadn't been thinking about her these days.

Lin Lin and the others deliberately didn't bother her, Fu Ran walked to the square to pick up the car, and an RV parked at the intersection slid towards her slowly.

The car door opened, and a woman in her thirties walked out, "Miss Fu, Third Young Master asked us to come pick you up."

Fu Ran was shocked, and blurted out the words, "Where is Chengyou now?"

"You'll know when you come with us." The woman motioned for her to get into the car.

Having learned the lesson from last time, how dare Lin Lin and the others leave alone, "Xiaoran, are you okay?"

Fu Ran turned her head at them, "It's okay, you go to eat quickly."

She squeezed the satchel tightly in her hand, barely thinking about it for too long, bent down and followed the woman into the car.

Fu Ran sat in a seat near the window, and glanced roughly around the inside of the car. Except for the driver and the woman beside him, she didn't see anyone else.

The car didn't return to the speed it had just been. After driving out of the busy city, it suddenly ran on the highway, and the endless billboards brushed past the corners of the eyes, so fast that the words on them could not be seen clearly.

Fu Ran tightly clenched her bag belt tightly, the hope in her heart overcame the fear, and she might not be willing to get in the car with a knife on her neck in normal times.

In the silent car, the woman looked out the window with empty eyes. When the phone rang, Fu Ran cheered up as if facing an enemy.

The woman picked it up and connected it, and heard the person on the other side say a few words.

She handed the phone to Fu Ran, "It's the third young master."

Fu Ran hurriedly took the hand, held the phone tremblingly and put it to her ear, both of them were silent, the corners of her mouth opened, and she heard a familiar voice from over there, "Fu Ran."

Fu Ran's nose was sour, and even if she had a cold temper, she sometimes lost control. She could imagine that Ming Chengyou's mouth would be shallow.

Because she heard his almost inaudible laughter, "If you are told to get in the car, you will get in. If there is a kidnapping, wouldn't you have to pay for it if you sell it?"

Fu Ran's eyes were warm, and he could only see the shadow of a woman next to him with blurred vision. His nose was sore, and liquid dripped from the corners of his eyes.

"Can I still manage kidnapping or not? Where have you been? Is it fun to disappear? You simply don't show up in the future, Ming Chengyou, are you a three-year-old child? What are you talking about and start over with me, I... You," Fu Ran burst into tears, "I don't think you have any sense of responsibility at all!"

The indifferent face of the woman next to her showed surprise, this was the first time she had seen Ming Chengyou's yelling attitude.

There was no answer on the other end of the phone for a long while, and Ming Chengyou's eardrums were hurting from the puncture. He rarely saw Fu Ran lose his temper, but her temper seemed to be directed at him every time, "I was wrong again."

Fu Ran pursed her lips, unable to tell whether it was a grievance or what, "I know I made a mistake every time I don't know how to correct it."

"Tell the driver to drive faster, I miss you."

Fu Ran raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and said angrily, "You won't tell him yourself."

"He can't hear me when I speak." Ming Chengyou's voice was intertwined with some complicated lines, and Fu Ran's heart finally settled down. She leaned her face to the car window, "Where are you now?"

"It's a nice place, come here quickly."

Fu Ran lowered her voice, "The wheels didn't grow on my legs."

"Think about me?"

"This will be your fault, see how I deal with you when we meet."

There was a smile in Ming Chengyou's words, "I know it's my fault, you can punish it as you like."

The car drove Fu Ran all the way to the pier, where he boarded a yacht, and it took about two hours for him to dock.

She was anxious, but fortunately she didn't feel dizzy, and followed the woman out of the yacht, only then did Fu Ran realize that the destination was a small island.

The trees are lush, and the salty smell brought by the breeze blowing across the sea is refreshing. The woman holds Fu Ran and lets her walk.

After standing still, Fu Ran asked casually, "Does this island have a name?"

"Yuran Island."

"what?"

Facing Fu Ran's face full of disbelief, the woman snorted coldly, "What's so deceiving?"

"That was not what I meant."

The island is not as uninhabited as Fu Ran imagined. In fact, it is like a very small city, quiet and tranquil. The three-wheeled sightseeing car drove them all the way forward, with asphalt roads, coffee houses, hotels and hotels.

"San Shao bought this before, and now it has developed into a tourist attraction. Especially on weekends and holidays, many people come here. Self-service barbecue and going out to sea together are good choices." The woman pointed to the towering building [-] meters away. , "That's a church, and some people will come to take wedding photos, and even hold a wedding here."

Fu Ran listened carefully, there were well-growing bouquets on both sides passing through the fence, the sightseeing car stopped in front of a townhouse, and the woman took Fu Ran out of the car.

"Third Young Master is inside, you go in."

Fu Ran looked at the locked iron door, "But how do I get in?"

The woman spread her hands, got on the sightseeing car and left.

Fu Ranchu was at the door and took out his mobile phone to call Ming Chengyou, but no one answered.

She looked outside the iron gate for a while, and noticed that there seemed to be something fluttering in the wind on the mailbox. She approached and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a post-it note.

The font written with a black signature pen on it is strong and powerful: If you want to enter the door, first call Fu Ran three times as a fool.

Pooh.

Fu Ran tore off the post-it note, and heard a ding dong, and the key rolled down to her feet.

She picked it up and walked towards the iron door, opened it and went in.

A wide grassland stretches out in front of you, full of greenery, bursting out with a fresh and powerful breath of life.

Fu Ran walked to the main entrance of the villa along the path that was split in the middle. The heavy wooden door was tightly covered. Fu Ran lightly fanned her cheeks with the palm of her hand, and fine sweat leaked from the tip of her nose.

"Ming Chengyou! If you don't come out again, I'm leaving!" She yelled upstairs.

It seemed that she could still hear the echo, she wandered and paced in place, thinking that Ming Chengyou must be watching her every move from a place where she could not see, "You are all bored, am I really leaving?"

She turned to leave, but it took only three steps. After all, there was a fetter in her heart, and she was eager to meet, so Fu Ran had no choice but to stamp her feet and walk to the door.

A post-it note was found on the bonsai next to the Roman column, with the same font on it: If you want to enter the door, first call dear three times.

"Ming Chengyou, I think your skin is itchy." Fu Ran bent over to look around, pushed aside the branches and leaves with her palms, and saw a bunch of keys hanging on the branches, she picked them up, then opened the door and went in.