Dyed

Li Yunling took the album about jewelry, she flipped through a few pages, and glanced at You Yingrui out of the corner of her eye.

Some things are not easy to say, "Ruirui, it's not that I have to have sectarianism. For your wedding with Chengyou, the guests you will invite at that time will be all famous people. If your relatives don't make it right, they may be in trouble." It will affect the reputation of our Ming family."

You Yingrui stared at Ming Chengyou, hoping that he could say a few words for her, but Ming Chengyou turned a deaf ear to their conversation, and didn't even seem to move his eyelids.

"Mom, I've also thought about what you said." Although You Yingrui was wronged, the Ming family had to take care of the face, "I have also discussed with my parents, except for uncles and other close relatives , others will not be invited, and it is the same for us to unilaterally make up afterward.”

Li Yunling nodded in agreement, "It's best if you are so sensible."

You Yingrui approached Li Yunling, "Mom, look at this jewelry, it must look good with you."

After all, it is only in fairy tales that Cinderella marries a prince. Besides, in the eyes of the outside world, she, You Yingrui, is the one who flies on a branch and turns into a phoenix. Now that everything is ready, she is most worried about You Zhaofu and Shen Sufen.

Li Yunling's slightly surprised voice reached You Yingrui's ears, "Fu Ran?"

Ming Chengyou was originally looking out of the window, but when Li Yunling noticed that the screen on the TV screen was the report of Fu Ran being blocked at the door of the pharmacy last night, her hair was not tied up, and she looked like a palm-sized face hanging on her sides He was getting thinner and thinner, his complexion was very bad, and his clothes were casual, as if he was going out to buy something.

The reporter's sharp words almost drove her to a dead end. Fu Ran didn't say a word, and the picture of pushing and shoving well presented her facial expressions on the screen. She was also forced to speak quickly and sharply. sentence, "I am not a third party!"

The reporter quickly brought up the topic of the medicine box in her hand. Li Yunling glanced at Ming Chengyou with deep meaning in her eyes. Since You Yingrui was present, she looked a little embarrassed, and patted the back of You Yingrui's hand, "Chengyou, You have to control your temper from now on, if I'm sorry Ruirui, I will be the first to deal with you."

Ming Chengyou didn't seem to want to listen to her words, he didn't even bother to say a word to deal with, he listened to the female reporter embarrassing Fu Ran with embarrassing topics one after another, Li Yunling looked at Ming Chengyou's ecstasy, and snorted coldly, "Fortunately, she has self-knowledge. If she really gave birth to an evil seed, she doesn't know who it is."

Ming Chengyou turned his face away, and looked at her with extremely cold eyes.

The figure of Ming Zheng suddenly broke into the screen, and the corners of Li Yunling's eyes aroused disdain, "This bastard really can be found everywhere."

Her hatred for Zhao Lan's mother and son did not diminish because of Ming Yunfeng's death. On the contrary, the poisonous thorn inserted into her flesh festered and festered with time, making it untouchable.

Ming Zheng smashed the reporter's microphone, and Li Yunling said sarcastically, "After all, he is the son taught by Zhao Lan. It seems that he is quite suitable for Fu Ran."

You Yingrui looked at Ming Chengyou's face very carefully, she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, she would not say a word about Fu Ran in front of Ming Chengyou.

In the picture, Mingzheng took Fu Ran away, and Li Yunling said calmly, "At this time, this bastard is enough to get in, but it's okay, you and Fu Ran have such a big fight, and the outside world will inevitably say that you have revenge. The suspicion of her leaving back then has become more and more chaotic, and it is impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong."

Ming Chengyou didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, the TV screen switched to other reports, his eyes were still fixed, the focus in his eyes was loose, he didn't know what attracted him, and he didn't regain his senses for a long time.

Li Yunling was talking to You Yingrui while flipping through the album, even though her son was absurd, she could only scold her three times at most.

You Yingrui could tell that Li Yunling really doted on Ming Chengyou, and the few casual words to comfort her were just superficial efforts, no matter whether You Yingrui accepted it or not, she still had to accept Li Yunling's affection.

Ming Chengyou stood up about ten minutes later, Li Yunling felt a black shadow projected on the album, she raised her chin and looked at Ming Chengyou, "Chengyou, the wedding invitations have been sent out, let's go take the wedding photos another day."

He held the key in his hand, but there was a chilling illusion in his eyes, "I've never liked this kind of thing."

Li Yunling was a little surprised, "What did you say?"

You Yingrui also opened her eyes in disbelief.

"Whether you like it or not, who doesn't want to take wedding photos when they get married?" Li Yunling threw the album in her hand heavily on the table.

"Trouble." Ming Chengyou had already stepped forward with his long legs, "Just find two and combine them."

You Yingrui was flipping through the album of wedding dresses just a moment ago, pinching the oiled paper into balls with fingers painted with manicure, Li Yunling reprimanded with displeasure, "What does this sound like? When relatives and friends come over, they don't even have a wedding photo. Is it still over?"

Ming Chengyou stepped over the sofa and stopped, looking sideways at Li Yunling. He didn't speak, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a cold arc, and there was hostility in his eyes. Li Yunling didn't notice it, and he wanted to speak again. You Ying beside him Rui hurriedly took her hand, "Mom, listen to Chengyou, I have no objection."

Li Yunling patted the back of You Yingrui's hand, "How can this be done?"

When she turned around to speak again, Ming Chengyou had already crossed the living room and walked out, Li Yunling's face changed drastically, "Look, this is how I gave birth to a son to anger me, and I haven't let me worry about it since I was a child."

"Mom, Chengyou's temper is like this, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Ming Chengyou drove away from Ming's house, holding the steering wheel with one hand but didn't know where to go. The wedding between him and You Yingrui was scheduled for one and a half months later, and the time was not rushed. Ming Chengyou turned on the stereo casually, and the song inside was still Fu Ding Dang's "Can't Guess" was chosen by Ran before, she likes it, and sometimes she will repeat the single, saying that the lyrics are good, but she can't get enough of it.

He looked forward through the windshield, the road ahead was long, but he was lost at the intersection, and he didn't know whether the road he chose by himself was good or bad for him and Fu Ran?

Ming Chengyou only knew that he was in a dilemma, whether to advance or retreat, to him, it was just a word.

He stretched out his hand to turn off the stereo, feeling more tired than ever before, and really wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep like this, and fall asleep forever.

Fu Ran hid at home for half a month, and since the news of going to the pharmacy broke out, she never took a step forward.

Fu Songting smashed the remote control angrily, but Fan Xian was more open-minded than him. As long as Fu Ran can get through it, what does he care about his reputation?

Her daughter was so badly injured, she felt sorry for her more than anyone else, but Fu Ran was still strong, and would obediently come down to eat every meal.

Both Song Zhi and Qin Mumu came to the house, Fan Xian declined, and they didn't insist on seeing Fu Ran, and left after knowing that she was fine.

It was already getting hot in early July. Fu Ran walked into the garden wearing a deep sea blue floor-sweeping dress. The thick iron gate cut off the outside, and Fu Ran couldn't help walking to the door.

She was getting thinner and taller, which made it look like a gust of wind could blow her away.

Fu Ran stared at the occasional vehicles passing by the door, as if he saw her and Ming Chengyou not long ago. Even though they both had cars, he was still used to sending Fu Ran to the door every time.

A black Bugatti Veyron suddenly drove into the frozen eyes. Fu Ran's thoughts were a little confused. It turned out that reality and dreams were so similar. It was not until the sports car stopped at the main entrance and someone pushed the door to get out that Fu Ran suddenly realized. This is not a dream.

She turned around and strode to leave.

"Fu Ran." Ming Chengyou called out to her.

This call is strange and palpitating.

Fu Ran turned around slowly, and the distance was only two or three meters away. The only thing blocking in the middle was the iron gate.

Like a cage, separating people who were not related to each other, Fu Ran sneered, yes, they are not related to each other.

When Ming Chengyou walked up to the iron gate, Fu Ran was in worse condition than he imagined.

The close-fitting floor-length skirt set off the delicateness of her waist. His gaze fell back on Fu Ran's face, but she did not avoid it. Her gaze touched his, and she tried her best to endure it, but she still couldn't resist the overflowing sadness. .

Ming Chengyou's eyelids drooped, deliberately avoiding Fu Ran's eyes, the corner of his mouth raised a smile, his voice suddenly turned brisk, but it was extremely harsh in Fu Ran's ears.

"You don't think that I came here this time to find you to get back together again? Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again, and you and I can be relieved."

He held onto the railing with one hand, "Fu Ran, there is something I have to make clear to you."