Dyed

Ming Chengyou was about to start the engine, he said oh, his voice stretched out and he couldn't believe it, "Does your friend know?"

Fu Ran turned off the air conditioner in the car, the night was as cold as water, so she didn't need to look for it, "Yes, I told Mu Mu."

Ming Chengyou opened the window. He had just drank a little wine. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He rested his left hand on the corner of his brow, turned his exquisite face to Fu Ran, and sneered from the corner of his mouth. Aren't you going to hide it?"

Fu Ran didn't take it seriously, "I think it's good to let Mu Mu know, I don't want her to be the last to know the truth."

The corners of Ming Chengyou's eyes were dyed and complicated, "But there is no guarantee that everyone will think like you."

Fu Ran slid her right hand to her waist, only to realize that Ming Chengyou had already fastened her seat belt, "Mu Mu is my friend, I hope she can wake up quickly even if she gets hurt."

Ming Chengyou patted the steering wheel with his palm, and Fu Ran was full of thoughts, "You can see that something is wrong, right?"

"She is your friend, and we can't control some things. Gu Lei is just like that. In short..." Ming Chengyou didn't say anything further, and Fu Ran could guess what he meant.

After returning home, I went online and saw that Qin Mumu was online, and Fu Ranfa's message from the past, but the other side didn't reply all night.

She didn't sleep well at night. Fu Ran is the kind of person who can't sleep well when something is on her mind. She is almost haunted by nightmares. A burst of mobile phone ringing woke her up suddenly. Fu Ran suddenly opened her eyes, and the pillow was wet a chunk.

She reached out to get the phone, put it on and moved it to her ear, "Hello."

"Why are you crying?" Ming Chengyou asked nervously.

Fu Ran sniffed, and sure enough, tears were still streaming down her face, "I had a nightmare."

Ming Chengyou hadn't gotten up yet, he lazily turned over, "What nightmare did you have?"

"It's not very good anyway," Fu Ran was worried, and took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his eyes, "I dreamed that Mu Mu was pushed downstairs by Gu Lei, and Zhi Zhi and I were standing under the balcony, but we couldn't catch her. "

Ming Chengyou laughed at her wild thinking, "It means that you don't think about me. If I'm here, I can catch it with one hand."

There was a faint sobbing sound from the other end of the phone, and Ming Chengyou's heart sank, as if a hand was suddenly strangled by the strings being plucked, and the sharp strokes of the strings made the palm of his hand extremely painful.

"I'm looking for you, but everyone told me, you, you..."

Although it was a dream, Fu Ran felt that the reality was cruel.

There was no movement on the other end of the phone for a long time, and it was only after a while that Ming Chengyou said, "Did you dream that I died?"

Fu Ran's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain of being torn into a hole.

From the eardrum to all the limbs, Ming Chengyou said with a smile, "These are anti-dreams. When I was young, I often dreamed that my parents died. At first, I would cry, but my mother told me that it represented them. You are in good health, you are not even as good as a child."

Fu Ran pouted, "No one ever said these things to me."

You Zhaofu and Shen Sufen are not like Li Yunling, who can patiently comfort their crying son.

"Okay, now let me tell you, it's not ashamed to see you crying like this at your age."

Fu Ran brushed her hair behind her ears, "Today is the weekend, what are you calling so early for?"

"Didn't you ask me to report to you early and late every day?"

Fu Ran said it casually at the time, but Ming Chengyou took it seriously. She wiped away her tears and lifted the thin quilt and got up, "Is your mother okay?"

"It's okay, I'm a little angry in a hurry."

"It's all your fault." Fu Ran muttered, wearing slippers and walking towards the closet.

After Ming Chengyou came back, he didn't know where he learned the ability to cling to people, and he would look for Fu Ran almost whenever he had time.

Sometimes when the company's work is over, he will drive and bring Fu Ran's favorite snacks to fu to wait for her to get off work.

In fact, the small office still looks very spacious when people squeeze into it.

Over time, Fu Ran watched Ming Chengyou's items come in. First, she put a computer in her office, but felt that the sofa was uncomfortable, so she asked someone to move the desk.

He forcibly occupied half of Fu Ran's bookshelf, and Ming Chengyou would even work under her nose for a few days.

The teachers in the studio often joked about Fu Ran, saying that she was a good steward and could subdue the dignified Ming Sanshao.

It would be Fu Ran's greatest gratification if life could go on smoothly.

Ming Chengyou frowned and faced the computer, while Fu Ran finished his work and packed up his things to get off work.

Saying goodbye to the cool weather in June, Fu Ran tiptoed to Ming Chengyou's desk.

He brought a lot of things, and they were big things. The sofa and coffee table that were originally placed in the center were removed.Fu Ran propped her hands to the edge of the table, holding her pretty face in her palms, "Are you off work?"

Ming Chengyou didn't raise his head, "Wait a minute."

"Oh." Fu Ran turned around and wanted to go back to her desk, but caught Ming Chengyou beckoning to her, "Come here."

Fu Ran went around the edge of the table and walked to Ming Chengyou's side. He put his arms around her waist and let her sit on his lap.

Fu Ran's eyes followed him to the computer. She couldn't understand the strings of numbers. Ming Chengyou rested his chin on one hand, and occasionally tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times quickly. Fu Ran was afraid of disturbing him, so she nestled in his arms and kept silent. In the same posture without moving.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

Words came to his ears suddenly, and Fu Ran turned his head to see Ming Chengyou staring at the computer intently, as if he wasn't the one who spoke just now.

"Whatever," she replied.

Ming Chengyou leaned over and pecked her on the face, "Wait for me, I'll be fine soon."

About half an hour later, Ming Chengyou turned off the computer, he tiredly rested his face on Fu Ran's shoulder, her cool fingers pressed Ming Chengyou's temple, and looked over his head, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and the lights were just on, After the heart fell silent, there was an inexplicable sense of loss.

Ming Chengyou's eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, "What time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock."

Ming Chengyou rubbed his eyebrows, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Are you tired? I think you haven't been in a good mood recently." Fu Ran stroked his face with his palm, as if he had lost weight.

"Let's go, you're hungry too." Ming Chengyou clenched her hand and got up, Fu Ran went over to turn off the light, and the two of them went downstairs with their fingers clasped together. In this weather, walking on the street at night is particularly comfortable.

No one spoke first, Ming Chengyou led Fu Ran to the front of the car, thought for a while, put away the car keys and said, "Let's go over there."

"it is good."

The place to eat is not far from Fu. After the two came back, Ming Chengyou wanted to send Fu Ran back. She found the car keys from her bag, "You have been busy with work all day, go back quickly, and just report to me when you get home."

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and Fu Ran opened the car door and got in.

She started the engine, and saw Ming Chengyou's car slowly sliding out of the parking lot in the rearview mirror. Fu Ran turned on the stereo, feeling her shoulders were sore, and drove after lightly pinching her palm a few times.

His gaze subconsciously stared into the rearview mirror, and the corner of his eye was about to retract when he suddenly saw the black sports car accelerating like a wild horse running wild.

Fu Ran was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her back. She hurriedly turned the steering wheel. In her eyes, Ming Chengyou's car had crossed the curb and crashed into the green belt out of control.