Dyed

"Oh." Fu Ran's attention returned to her hand again, and she scooped up a spoonful of mung bean soup and brought it to her mouth.

In Fan Xian's eyes, Fu Ran's series of movements were deliberately slowed down, but it was actually a very natural thing. The spoon with the blue and white printed on it was already close to his lips.

Fan Xian suddenly remembered what Fu Ran had said to her. Although she had been wandering abroad for 20 years, it was thanks to this blood relationship that she was able to return to Fu's family.

Her maternal love for Fu Ran has been missing for 20 years. In the first 20 years, she doted on You Yingrui. This habitual love prevented Fu Ran from enjoying what should belong to her when she returned to Fu's house. family warmth.

After all, Fan Xian still felt guilty.

With mung bean soup on Fu Ran's lips, she hardly thought about it, and before Fan Xian had time to think about it, she reached out and slapped the bowl away from Fu Ran's hand.

Fortunately, the light mung bean soup was cold, and it hung from Fu Ran's chest to her lap. She held the bowl with her hands open, her expression was astonished, and her eyes were full of puzzlement, "Mom?"

Tears welled up in Fan Xian's eyes, half a bowl of mung bean soup spilled on the back of her hand, her right hand hung to her side, and the other supported the edge of the table, "Xiao Ran, if Mom makes the decision for you, will you blame me for the rest of your life? "

When Fu Ran saw Fan Xian's sad and heartbroken face, she could suddenly guess what was going on.

Fu Ran stepped back in a daze, with her back against the solid wood bookshelf next to her, even though she had retreated to a dead end, she still desperately wanted to shrink back.

Fan Xian squatted on the ground, shrugging her shoulders helplessly, her dignified and graceful appearance could not be seen in front of others, "Xiao Ran, I really can't keep this child, he will ruin your whole life, who will accept you who have children out of wedlock?"

Fu Ran stared at the broken bowl, Fu Songting came to the door when he heard the movement, and asked nervously, "What happened?"

He looked at the atmosphere in the room and vaguely guessed why, Fu Songting shook his head and sighed, turned and left.

The bone-chilling chill ran from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. Fu Ran could not understand Fan Xian's painstaking efforts. Everyone was doing her best, and her persistence brought embarrassment and pain to everyone.

At this time, Fu Ran understood more and more clearly that if she wanted to have nothing to do with Ming Chengyou, the child must be removed.

A sense of sadness filled her heart, and she no longer had the strength to resist and persist.

Fu Ran slowly walked back to Fan Xian. She knelt down and put her hands on Fan Xian's shoulders, "Mom, I'm sorry, it's my ignorance that made you worry about me. I know it in my heart. I agree." You, this child, I will not stay."

Fan Xian burst into tears, not feeling any joy at all, she held Fu Ran's hand tightly, "Really?"

She couldn't say a word stuck in her throat, she could only nod her head heavily.

Fan Xian cried harder than her, "It's not that we don't love him, but that we really can't keep him."

Fu Ran held back the tears and fell down, "Mom, he knows."

If she really wanted to stay, no one's words would affect her, but now, she really has figured it out.

Fan Xian carefully cleaned up the mess on the ground, while Fu Ran sat quietly on the edge of the bed watching her busy figure, and she pressed her hand to her abdomen.

The embryo in the stomach is only a little big, and it may not be able to predict the dangers that will be faced.

Fu Ran couldn't help but tighten her palms, raised her head and continued to stare at Fan Xian's movements, the sky hadn't completely darkened yet.

Turning on a light in the room, Fan Xian felt no better than Fu Ran, but this was her inevitable choice, she only had such a daughter, Fu Ran could be confused, but she wanted to stick to her daughter for the rest of her life.

Luo Wenying went directly to work in the company after resting at home for two days, still looking capable and agile, full of energy.

Xiao Zhu circled around her all day long, "Eve, let's take a break, and I'll make up for the missed work some other day."

Luo Wenying buried her head in the document, "Go out and do your work, it dazzles me before my eyes."

"I'm not worried about you yet."

Luo Wenying raised her head, and tapped the signature pen on her head, "I'll just sit here, there's nothing to worry about."

When Mingzheng walked into the office, he happened to pass by Xiao Zhu who was going out, and he closed the door with his backhand, Luo Wenying said without raising her head, "Everyone says I'm fine, if you keep messing around under my nose, be careful and I'll deduct your bonus .”

"You can deduct as much as you want, the more the better." The man came in with a smile.

Luo Wenying raised her head when she heard the voice, her face sank, but her tone was very ordinary, "It's you, what's the matter?"

Mingzheng opened the chair and sat opposite her, "How is your body recovering? I'll give you a few days off, why don't you rest at home?"

"Even if I rest for ten days and a half months, the accumulated work after I come back will still belong to me." Luo Wenying will never force herself to hold on, but she will never shirk when she can hold on.

Ming Zheng caught sight of the documents she was flipping through, "That case was cut off by mr, but in return, Xiao Wang also pried mr a fortune today."

Luo Wenying frowned slightly, "Have you heard the recent rumors about Mr?"

Mingzheng leaned into the back of the chair thoughtfully, "His ultimate goal is still Qiankun."

"Going around in such a big circle, what Ming Chengyou did..." Luo Wenying couldn't say it was weird, she shook the pen in her hand, "Do you think that he is betting with Mr. The words are very apt, he explained that Chengyou is committing suicide!"

Mingzheng raised one leg, and his slender figure was stretched even longer due to the inclination, "If he made such a move because he wanted to pull Qiankun off his horse, it would be like killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred, which would be harmful to him." What good?"

This is also what Luo Wenying couldn't understand. She sank into the chair with a headache, "Anyway, we'd better be careful."

Ming Zheng raised his watch and looked at the time, "Go down and eat."

"I asked Xiao Zhu to bring me food. I don't like the food in the company cafeteria today."

Speak plainly enough.

Ming Zheng leaned forward, "To make up for your stomach, I'll treat you to dinner."

Luo Wenying also happened to be very hungry, plus she had never dared to eat greasy food after washing her stomach, and her soup was too watery all day long, so her stomach had been protesting to her for a long time.

Just when he was about to answer, the phone in Ming Zheng's pocket suddenly rang.

He took it out to look at the eye display, and after making a gesture to Luo Wenying, the chair turned to the other side to connect, "Hello, Xiaoran."

Luo Wenying couldn't help raising her head, and swallowed the words that came to her lips.

Fu Ran stood in front of the window of the studio, the sun was scorching hot, and the double curtains kept blocking it. If it wasn't for the air conditioner in the room, it would have been unbearable early in the morning.

Ming Zheng's voice came from the other end, he was always like this, with a clear and cold temperament, even his tone.

Fu Ran caressed her lower abdomen, but Ming Zheng didn't see her opening, and asked, "Have you considered it?"

Luo Wenying's chair turned to Ming Zheng's direction. He had a handsome face. How could it be said that the three sons of the family were all top-notch in appearance?

Luo Wenying collected her expression, only to feel that the office was so quiet that even the air could no longer circulate, as if suffocating, but Mingzheng's words were delivered clearly to her ears one by one.