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Bang——an extremely sharp sound pierced the eardrums. Ming Chengyou seemed to have no time to step on the brakes. Fu Ran's hands and feet were instantly cold. She accelerated and drove the car over.

Fu Ran endured the pain and got up, and ran to the side of the driver's seat with his scratched palms tightly, "Chengyou!"

Ming Chengyou hadn't recovered yet, his face was resting on the airbag, and red blood was gurgling from the corner of his forehead. Fu Ran was still in shock, and reached into the car window to grab his arm with both hands, "Chengyou, don't scare me."

Ming Chengyou raised his face, grunted in pain, and stroked his forehead with his palm.

Fu Ran quickly opened the car door, unbuckled his seat belt and helped him out of the driver's seat, "What's going on?"

Yin Hong flowed from the corners of his eyes to his neck and chest. Ming Chengyou signaled Fu Ran to take a bottle of mineral water and clean up the wound.

"No." Fu Ran hurriedly pressed Ming Chengyou's hand, and pulled him into his car, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Ming Chengyou lay back and closed his eyes.

"Why are you so careless?"

The lights in the car cast shadows in Ming Chengyou's eyes, "There are too many things to do in the company, so I was distracted just now."

Fu Ran didn't ask any more questions, she concentrated on driving to the hospital, Ming Chengyou opened his eyes halfway, "Take me back to Zhongjing Haoting."

"No, you need to go to the hospital for an examination."

Ming Chengyou took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, "I know that I will have to go to the hospital until late before I can go home. There is nothing serious about my forehead, I just accidentally flicked it on the steering wheel."

He insisted that Fu Ran drive the car back to Zhongjing Haoting. Fu Ran checked carefully and saw that the wound did not seem to be bleeding anymore, so he did not go to the hospital according to Ming Chengyou's wishes.

After arriving at Zhongjing Haoting, Fu Ran took out the medicine box and cleaned it up for him. No matter how small the wound was, it would be shocking if it hurt someone he cared about.

Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's trembling little hand, took the gauze and threw it on the table, "Why are you shaking?"

"I am afraid."

"It's okay," Ming Chengyou touched his head wrapped like a rice dumpling, "Isn't something wrong?"

Fu Ran got up to tidy up, then went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

The water flowed through the back of the hand, and one could immediately see streams of light red flowing into the high-end washbasin along the fingers, leaving a fishy smell between the nostrils, and Fu Ran's eye circles gradually turned red. After washing his face, he returned to the room.

Ming Chengyou lay face up on the bed, she walked over, turned off the crystal lamp, leaving only one wall lamp.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and made her sit on the edge of the bed, with her head resting on her leg, "Go back, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"I'll sit with you."

He rubbed Fu Ran's palm with his thumb, with an itchy feeling, Fu Ran's palm passed through Ming Chengyou's black hair, he smiled and raised the corner of his eyes, and patted her face, "Did it scare you? "

Fu Ran held him and pressed Ming Chengyou's palm to her face, she opened her mouth and bit his hand.

"Go home, just scratch the skin."

Seeing his tired face, Fu Ran told him to take a rest, then picked up his bag and left.

Soon there was the sound of a car starting downstairs, and Ming Chengyou endured his tiredness and took out his mobile phone.

As usual, he was not asked to wait on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Chengyou!"

Ming Chengyou only said one sentence, "Ying Rui, come back."

Fu Ran made a phone call the next morning, and Ming Chengyou also went to fu, and she was relieved after seeing with her own eyes that he was fine.

The gauze on his head was removed the next day, and Ming Chengyou went out after asking the family doctor to come to Zhongjing Haoting for simple treatment.

Received a call on the way, Ming Chengyou entered the garage, "Go to the hotel and wait for me first, don't come home."

With a stern expression, he drove out to the hotel where You Yingrui arrived first.

You Yingrui found the room according to the room number Ming Chengyou gave her, but she couldn't hide her excitement. Seeing the injury on Ming Chengyou's forehead, she dropped her luggage and went forward, "Chengyou, what's wrong with you?"

Ming Chengyou passed her side and sat down on the sofa in the room, "Ying Rui, don't you want to marry me?"

You Yingrui was startled, with hesitant eyes, "Chengyou?"

"You don't regret it?"

You Yingrui shook her head without hesitation, "I don't regret it."

Ming Chengyou took out a cigarette and held it in his hand. The platinum lighter between his fingers made the sound of opening and closing. He pointed to the coffee table, "I signed all those documents."

You Yingrui took off her bag, squatted down in front of the coffee table, and took a piece of information, "What are these?"

"After you sign the documents, I will ask the lawyer to complete our marriage formalities," Ming Chengyou bit the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, trying to light it, as if thinking of something, his hand fell back again, but his heart was so irritated Powerful, I still sucked it up after I clicked it.

You Yingrui happily picked up the signature pen, took out her own seal from the bag, Ming Chengyou took a box and threw it over, "Use this, you have to deal with the company's affairs in the future."

"Okay." She responded cheerfully, glanced at the document quickly and signed it.

Documents half a person's height were piled up on the table, and Ming Chengyou motioned for her to sign them one by one.

"Chengyou, what are these?"

"Some real estate transfer procedures, as well as the property I bought."

"That's not okay," You Yingrui waved her hands hastily, "I don't want your things."

Ming Chengyou was choked by the smoke in his mouth, he frowned, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at her, "Ying Rui, you spent the most difficult two years with me, and I will give you a gift after we get married. There will be more things for you, these are guarantees for you, sign quickly."

You Yingrui held the pen hesitantly, and Ming Chengyou picked up the top document and handed it to her.

"Chengyou, thank you."

Ming Chengyou took a deep puff on his cigarette, feeling his heart throbbing with pain.

You Yingrui would look through it at first, but there were too many documents, and she held each of them heavily in her hand. In the end, she simply turned to the signature column and wrote her name directly.

"Chengyou," she raised her face after pausing her signature hand, "you and her are going to end, aren't you?"

Ming Chengyou leaned up, smothered the remaining cigarette butts in the ashtray, and turned his eyes to You Yingrui. In the hazy white mist, people couldn't see through the coldness hidden in his eyes, "Yes , the game is over, I don't want to continue, I'm too tired."

The net he had carefully weaved was finally about to be put away.