Dyed

Fu Ran brought Song Zhi to the restaurant. In fact, no one was in the mood to eat. Fu Ran specially opened a private room, but there were not many dishes.

The two were silent for a while, and it was Song Zhi who spoke first, "Xiaoran, what are you going to do?"

"How to do what?"

Song Zhi was hesitant and puzzled, "If the third young master really let out this rumor, what does he mean? To protect you? To teach Mu Mu a lesson?"

Fu Ran picked up the chopsticks and put them in her bowl, "If you think about it, you can't find an answer, just ask your gender."

Song Zhi was absent-minded, and put down his chopsticks before taking a few mouthfuls, "Xiao Ran, I'm afraid Mu Mu won't think about it, I'd better go back and see her."

"Alright."

Song Zhi pushed away the chair and got up, "I'll call you if there's anything, so don't go."

She rushed out of the box door in a hurry, and the chopsticks in Fu Ran's hand stopped.

There was such a big round table, but she was the only one eating, full of desolation and loneliness, unable to hide, Fu Ran was in a daze.

The box door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in his early forties broke in. Fu Ran frowned, "Who are you?"

Before the words were finished, the door was opened again, and several muscular men came out.

Fu Ran was dumbfounded, seeing the figures automatically spread to both sides, the last man who came in was tall and slender, with an evil face, he covered the door of the box with his backhand, and the man next to him automatically pressed against the door panel.

Fu Ran was still sitting on the seat, and Ming Chengyou looked at her with a slightly dazed expression, never expecting to meet her here.

He pulled the chair back and sat down, completely pretending that Fu Ran didn't exist.

The first middle-aged man who broke in showed horror, "Third Young Master, you can't do this."

"Mr. Li, when it came to the new energy development project, you said that I didn't have the strength. Now that mr wants to cooperate with you again, why are you still tied up?" Ming Chengyou sneered, staring straight at the person opposite.

"Third Young Master, what do you mean by cooperation? If I sign this word next, it means going bankrupt. I beg you to raise your hand."

"Mr. Li seems to like to contradict his promise, so what happened to your cooperation with Qian Kun last month?"

Ming Chengyou raised her leg, and she could just see the right side of Fu Ran's face from Fu Ran's angle. She wanted to get up and leave, but saw a man pushing Mr. Li violently.

He slammed into the edge of the table, and the cups made a violent clashing sound, and Fu Ran was forced into a corner.

"Third Young Master, this is the only time we have cooperated with Cun Kun. Really, I promise there will be no next time!"

Ming Chengyou sneered and said nothing, put his hands on his knees, and tapped the back of his hands with his index finger a few times.

Fu Ran saw the long and narrow corners of the man's eyes, his face was full of gloom, and the color of his lips was cold and pale.

With his back straight and leaning against the back of the chair behind him, with such an identity and such a beautiful appearance, no one could have guessed what he would do next.

Fu Ran wanted to leave this place, but when she looked up, she saw a man at the door blocking the way out, and it seemed that no one could get out.

Ming Chengyou winked at the person beside him.

The other party took out a document and spread it out on the table, and the other two pressed Mr. Li's shoulders. His upper body was forced to touch the table.

Fu Ran could only feel cold sweat coming out of her back. Such a blatant thing happened in front of her. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would not believe anything she said.

"You can't do this, it's against the law—" Mr. Li tried to clenched his fist, but his body was restrained, and the other party grabbed his thumb and pressed hard against the document.

Ming Chengyou remained on the sidelines from the beginning to the end, his iceberg-like face was expressionless, and the two who grabbed Mr. Li let go.

Mr. Li's face was ashamed, seeing that the document was picked up by the man and handed over to Ming Chengyou.

It was only then that he noticed Fu Ran next to him with his eyes, and he clarified the relationship between the two. Mr. Li quickly passed through, and after a few steps, he was about to grab Fu Ran's shoulder. Action has been taken.

He got up, raised the round table with both hands and pushed it forward, his movements were clean and neat, blocking Mr. Li in the corner.

Fu Ran hurriedly backed out cautiously.

Ming Chengyou threw away his hand, President Li collapsed on the ground in despair, Fu Ran's hands and feet were cold, she was standing closer to Ming Chengyou, and at this moment she raised her head and stared at his side face, it was a stranger she had never seen before.

Mr. Li muttered a few words with a dull expression, then suddenly took out the fruit knife he was carrying from his waist, Ming Chengyou raised his arm, and pushed Fu Ran behind him far away.

"Third Young Master, don't force me."

Ming Chengyou looked at the man coldly.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his thumb with a knife, "At worst, I'll lose a finger."

The bright red blood flowed out from her clenched fist, and the strong fishy smell penetrated into Fu Ran's nostrils instantly. She covered her mouth to suppress the discomfort, and strode towards the door.

"You scrapped one, and there are nine more, do you have the guts to try them all?" Ming Chengyou sat down on the sofa in a leisurely manner, and the person next to him stepped forward to lift Mr. Li's collar and pressed him against the edge of the table again. He snatched the knife from his hand and wanted to cut his fingers.

Fu Ran watched this scene happen under her nose, apart from being unbelievable, she felt helpless and hesitant.

The knife slashed across the fingers, and it was possible to cut them off at any time.

Mr. Li felt the pain in his heart, and shouted to stop with his voice.

Ming Chengyou picked up the contract just now, flipped through it a few times in a leisurely manner, and then threw it in front of him, "Very good, sign it."

A signature pen was stuffed between the bloody fingers of his hand, and Mr. Li's wrist couldn't help shaking. He raised his eyes full of resentment to look at Ming Chengyou.

He still looked aloof and inviolable, "Mr. Li, originally I didn't bother to come forward for such trivial matters."

Mr. Li wrote down his name crookedly.

"But I still don't forget how you took care of me at the beginning. These are all returned to you."

Fu Ran felt more and more suffocated in his heart. It is the nature of this man to take revenge.

The signed contract was sent back to Ming Chengyou intact. He glanced at it with satisfaction, gathered the document into a circle with his fingers, tapped lightly on his calf a few times, and then stood up.

The suddenly elongated figure was projected onto Fu Ran standing at the door, forming an invisible pressure.

Ming Chengyou glanced at Mr. Li who was prostrate on the table from the corner of his long and narrow eyes very naturally, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go."