Dyed

Fu Ran didn't know how she got home, she just walked all the way, cried all the way, and stopped all the way.

Her hair was disheveled behind her head, she staggered, she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her legs, she hugged her knees and squatted on the side of the road, seeing her own shadow helplessly huddled into a small ball .

Ming Chengyou was held in Ming Yunfeng's hands for more than [-] years, and now he gave back to her the pain of Fu Ran leaving him after losing power.

Fu Ran gritted her teeth, seeing the tears splashing on her feet, forming shallow water marks.

She never thought that Ming Chengyou would treat her like this, let alone the matter between him and You Yingrui.

Fu Ran supported the road with his palms and got up, feeling dizzy for a moment, staggering and unable to walk steadily. After walking three steps, he was so weak that he squatted down again.

The world seemed to be collapsing, and it was the first time she had tried her best for her feelings. The place on her face where the marriage certificate had hit her was aching, and the tears flowed out, burning like she wanted to peel off a layer of skin.

I don't know how far he walked, but Fu Ran seemed to flee away from Zhongjing Haoting. Most of the clothes on his body were quickly dried, and he dragged forward with his feet. until someone called her.

"Xiao Ran?"

Seemingly unbelievable, Ming Zheng opened the car window and parked the car on the side of the road.

Fu Ran turned around and met Ming Zheng face to face.

"It's really you." Ming Zheng unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and Luo Wenying in the passenger seat put away the folder in his hand and got off from the other side.

Fu Ran looked at the approaching figure, feeling extremely sticky all over her body, and Ming Zheng glanced at her, "How did you do this? What happened?"

"Brother, take me home." Fu Ran didn't say much, but stared at Ming Zheng with red and swollen eyes.

His eyes fell on Fu Ran's neck, and he saw a deep hickey, between red and purple.

Ming Zheng clasped Fu Ran's elbow with one hand, and Luo Wenying automatically walked to the back, "Let her sit at the front."

Ming Zheng stuffed Fu Ran into the passenger seat and helped her fasten her seat belt.

After the car started, it slowly drove out, and Ming Zheng stared at Fu Ran through the interior rearview mirror. This was the second time he had sent her into the car halfway, and it was worse than picking up a stray dog.

Luo Wenying knew that Mingzheng's mind would no longer be on the document in her hand at this time, she sat upright behind Fu Ran, Mingzheng turned her head nervously, "Eve, hand me the coat."

Luo Wenying handed over Mingzheng's jacket that was on the back seat.

Ming Zheng draped it on Fu Ran's body, "Xiao Ran, if you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you to the hospital."

Fu Ran just shook her head, "I want to go home."

Luo Wenying saw that Mingzheng's hand holding the steering wheel was slowly tightening, Fu Ran gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, and the sternness in Mingzheng's eyes gradually gathered, as if it was about to erupt at any time.

This was also the first time Luo Wenying saw Fu Ran like this. The car quickly stopped at the door of Fu Ran's house. Ming Zheng opened the car door for Fu Ran, and Luo Wenying followed and got out of the car.

Fu Ran clenched her collar and walked inside, Ming Zhengjun's face was tense, and he pulled down her wrist unwillingly, "Xiao Ran, what happened?"

"I'm so tired, I want to go back to sleep." Fu Ran broke away from his hand and didn't go back inside.

Luo Wenying stood by the car, looking away from Fu Ran, "It must have something to do with the man that can make a woman lose her soul like this." Luo Wenying looked at Mingzheng thoughtfully, "Something must have happened, And it’s no small thing.”

Ming Zheng had a cold face, his clear eyes met Luo Wenying.

"The appointment with President Wang is at 11 o'clock," Luo Wenying reminded appropriately, "Why don't I go there by myself."

"No," Mingzheng said, and he had already walked around the front of the car to the door, "Let's go."

Fu Ran walked into the living room in a daze, without changing her slippers, Fan Xian and Fu Songting were watching TV in the living room, seeing her like this, the teacup in Fan Xian's hand trembled, "Xiao Ran, how did you do this? "

Fu Ran's trousers were tightly attached to her legs, her shirt was wrinkled, her hair was messed up, and she spoke in a hoarse voice that even she couldn't believe, "Dad, Mom."

Fu Songting's legs fell down.

The two looked at each other, Fan Xian hurriedly put the teacup on the tea table, and she walked quickly to Fu Ran, "Xiao Ran, what's the matter?"

"Mom, I'm fine."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. Fan Xian followed Fu Ran to the room, and went to the bathroom to fill up the bath water for her, "Hurry up and take a bath, I will prepare pajamas for you outside."

Fan Xian walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Fu Ran didn't even take off his clothes, but he raised his legs and stepped into the bathtub. The water was pouring out, and he was squeezed out of the bathtub. The warm water soaked his shirt and pants, but his whole body was shivering with cold.

She shivered in the bathtub, Fu Ran covered her face in the water, the strong suffocation sucked out the only air in her chest, her hands clenched her arms, Fu Ran choked violently, turned her back and coughed violently, her nose The soreness was unstoppable, and I lay on the edge of the bathtub in a dizzy state.

Fu Ran went out after taking a shower, rolled up the sheets and lay on the bed.

Her sanity was close to chaos, she unconsciously felt that someone was calling her, and she wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them.

The forehead was hot, and even the whole body was hot. Fu Ran vaguely felt something cold on her forehead. Someone kept trying to talk to her in her ear. Footsteps came in and went out. Fu Ran finally opened her eyes. , Fan Xian's voice relaxed, and she leaned over, "Xiaoran, you're finally awake."

Fu Ran suffered from a sore throat, and Fan Xian hurriedly took the bowl on the bedside table, "Drink it soon, the ginger tea that Mama Chen made just now is still hot."

Fan Xian put a pillow behind Fu Ran and fed her the ginger tea in the bowl.

She reached out and touched Fu Ran's forehead with the back of her hand, "The fever is finally gone."

Fu Ran touched her cheek that was still hot, "Mom, don't worry."

Fan Xian couldn't hide the anxiety and worry in her eyes, "Xiao Ran, did something happen between you and Cheng You?"

Fu Ran bent her legs, hugged her knees with both hands and covered her face, "Mom, I don't want to say it."

Fan Xian tidied it up for her and didn't insist anymore, "I still have a low fever, you should go to sleep."

She walked out of the room with the bowl in her hand. Fu Ran lay back on the bed and opened her eyes to the ceiling above her head without blinking.

In the evening, Fan Xian brought porridge in, and seeing Fu Ran's appearance, she was so distressed that she shed tears.

She didn't sleep well all night, and she was afraid that she would miss her mind, so there was a gap in the door of Fu Ran's room, and Fan Xian had to take a look at it every half hour.

Fu Ran hugged the sheets tightly and sat on the bed, not saying a word for a long time.

The night was quiet, and the room was as dark as ink. The more there was no sound, the more restless my heart became. A little light reflected from the corridor wrapped Fu Ran's thin shoulders. Fan Xian stepped back and walked lightly into the room.

Fu Songting wasn't asleep either, and couldn't help worrying in his words, "How is it?"

Fan Xian shook her head with red eyes.

For the hurt in the heart, time is the hardest thing to bear. Fu Ran never felt that a night would be so long. She leaned against the mattress, tossing and turning sleeplessly.