Dyed

It coincides with the weekend, and the day in mid-June is so comfortable that people just want to be lazy at home, go shopping and watch movies occasionally, and life is like a plate of delicious dishes, which tastes delicious.

Ming Chengyou was dragged by Fu Songting to play chess in the living room. He was holding a chess piece in his hand, and his peripheral vision fell on Fu Ran who was always busy.

Fu Songting raised his head and squinted, "Chengyou, you are out of shape today, and you have lost three games in a row."

The chess piece in Ming Chengyou's hand found a gap and inserted it, "It's because your chess skills are too good, I can't keep up."

Fu Ran was helping Fan Xian in the kitchen, wearing a floral apron, her busy figure shuttled back and forth.

Fu Songting probed at the right time, "Chengyou, you and Xiaoran had a marriage contract before, if we talk about it this time..."

How could Ming Chengyou fail to understand the meaning of Fu Songting's words, something seemed to be choked in his throat, and his eyes were fixed on Fu Ran's back, "We want to have a good talk for a while, and then pick a date to get married."

"So much the better."

After dinner, he left Fu Ran's house with Fu Ran and went out to watch a movie. At two or three o'clock, Ming Chengyou stopped the car after passing the hypermarket, and led Fu Ran in to buy something.

Fu Ran pushed a shopping cart, Ming Chengyou embraced her from behind and held her in his arms, and the two walked forward in unison.

Fu Ran was picking things in front of the shelves, while the man behind him quietly accompanied him. After passing the vegetable section, Ming Chengyou motioned for Fu Ran to go over, "Cook me a meal tonight?"

"It's as if I'm thankful for treating you," Fu Ran pushed the car to the shelf, "Don't you often eat the dishes I cook at my house?"

"That's different," Ming Chengyou picked up a piece of yam and put it in the shopping cart, "You only make it for me tonight."

Fu Ran selected a few dishes that Ming Chengyou liked to eat on weekdays, and went to buy some seafood and meat.

Since it was the weekend, the supermarket was crowded with people, and even the shopping cart couldn't be pushed around the corner. Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran in his arms, and moved naturally, occasionally lowering his head to say a few words to her.

After paying the bill, he went out with his things in his hands, his fingers interlocked, and his ring finger, which was said to be the blood vessel leading to the heart, was tightly pressed against each other.

It wasn't too early after returning to Zhongjing Haoting, Ming Chengyou put the things in the kitchen, and went to the home theater to choose a movie.

He seemed to get tired easily recently, but within ten minutes, Ming Chengyou's head, which was resting on Fu Ran's pillow, gradually felt heavy.

I have seen the content of the film before, and Ming Chengyou probably forgot it, so he chose this film again.

He thought it was time to close his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the theater was empty, with the coat that Fu Ran had covered him.

The curtains were opened, and the darkness outside swept in at a silent speed, leaving no time for people to get used to it.

Ming Chengyou stood up, and the images projected on the screen hit his face in colorful patterns.

He flicked on the light, and the almost dazzling light made him squint his eyes uncomfortably. After Ming Chengyou turned off the machine and the light, he went out.

The tall figure walked down the stairs, he could hear the sound of simmering in the kitchen, and then the sound of stir-frying. Ming Chengyou walked to the door, and a scene suitable for both movement and stillness came into his eyes.

Ming Chengyou folded his arms around his chest, and leaned against the door frame.

Fu Ran put the stir-fried dishes on the plate, turned around, Mo's figure suddenly squeezed into her eyes, her heart skipped a few beats, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Scare me, why is there no movement?"

Ming Chengyou took the plate from her hand and put it on the dining table, "I'll help you."

"There are two more dishes. You can watch TV first."

Ming Chengyou didn't leave, and maintained the standing posture just now at the door. Fu Ran stood in front of the kitchen counter washing vegetables, with her back slightly leaning forward, and the white water flowed like a stream, skillfully washing past in her hands.

"Fu Ran?"

She turned off the tap, drained the water briefly and turned around, "What's wrong?"

The oil in the pot is already boiling hot, waiting to be put into the pot at any time, Ming Chengyou's voice echoed in the kitchen, "When you get married in the future, will you also cook like this?"

Fu Ran put the shredded ginger and diced meat into the pot, she didn't turn her head, her voice was mixed with a smile, "If I get married, I will teach you how to do it. I will go into the kitchen one, three, five, two, four, six When it comes to you, you can go out for a big dinner on Sunday."

Seeing that Ming Chengyou was still standing at the door, Fu Ran waved his hands, "Go out and wait, it will explode."

Fu Ran poured the vegetables into the pot and stepped back. Ming Chengyou walked over to her and hugged her waist.

She tapped the back of his hand, "Don't stand in the way here, I'm actually most afraid of this. When I first learned how to cook, I wished I could escape from the kitchen. I always felt that the oil would splash out."

Fu Ran walked over and stir-fried the vegetables evenly.

"I thought thick skin wouldn't be too hot."

It took her half a moment to realize, "You have a thick skin."

Ming Chengyou hugged her again, and sighed softly into Fu Ran's ears, "I have to say something and you have to say it, when will you let me go?"

Fu Ran smiled lightly on her lips, "You also refused to let me go, besides, shouldn't it be a man's thing to do?"

Ming Chengyou found a bottle of 82-year-old French Lafite from the wine cabinet in the living room, and Fu Ran just came out of the kitchen, "Didn't you say you want to quit drinking?"

"I quit white." Ming Chengyou took the glass, seeing the dark red wine slowly filling up the glass, Fu Ran took off his apron, "Home-cooked food with red wine?"

Ming Chengyou smiled and hugged her and took a seat, "Fu Ran, let's have some wine, and you will dance with me later."

Fu Ran took the wine glass from his hand and sipped lightly. The aroma of the wine lingered in her mouth, and even her lips and teeth felt intoxicated. She clenched her lips tightly and let the wine slide down the tip of her tongue into her belly.

They sat opposite each other, and Ming Chengyou filled her cup. Fu Ran didn't know what day it was, and Ming Chengyou deserved a drink to celebrate.

Ming Chengyou ate a lot of this meal, he tasted every dish, Fu Ran wanted to clean up the table, Ming Chengyou picked up the wine and cup and dragged her out of the living room.

On one side of the open-air swimming pool is a large floor-to-ceiling window. The sparkling water is set off by the tiles at the bottom of the pool in azure blue. It ripples through the transparent glass surface and enters the house. The tenderness that came out was just right.

A path wide enough for one person runs in the middle, cutting the space on both sides evenly.

Ming Chengyou turned on the music, Fu Ran drank some wine, blushed, and stood in front of the lounger by the pool, "I didn't change my clothes."

"It's not a formal competition, just the two of us."

Ming Chengyou walked over to hold her hand, Fu Ran looked at the two figures reflected in the swimming pool, she slid towards her, the man put his arms around her waist, and the dance steps matched to outline passion and wildness.

The moonlight is dimly sprinkled into the rippling water, and the sound of shoes stepping on the ground can be heard in the ear.

Except for the bet two years ago, it was the first time Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran danced together. She often practiced in the studio, so she would not be unfamiliar.

The rare Ming Chengyou is also a good dancer, his legs and facial expressions are in place and plump when switching positions.

Fu Ran swung his hips forward, Ming Chengyou's cold and resolute features were tense, his lines were charming and sexy, Fu Ran was slightly relieved, and he didn't know whether it was because of drinking or something, but he felt like he was intoxicated by it.

One song finished.

Fu Ran was sweating all over. Ming Chengyou handed her the full glass of red wine. Fu Ran almost drank it without any hesitation.