Dyed

Fu Ran buried her head, she hardly moved other dishes and ate a few mouthfuls of rice.

A shadow approached from the opposite side, but she didn't take it seriously, thinking it was the waiter at the next table who was cleaning up.

Fu Ran didn't look up until the sound of the chair being pulled reached his ears.

Her eyes touched the waistband of the man's trousers, and he took his seat. Fu Ran saw the man's cold and determined chin, and she moved her gaze upwards to see Ming Chengyou's entire face clearly.

Holding something in his hand, he tapped the round A4 paper a few times in the palm of his hand. Fu Ran swallowed the stewed egg in her throat. he goes.

Fu Ran took a spoonful of stewed eggs again, and she ate it by herself, completely treating Ming Chengyou as a transparent person.

He propped his chin up with one hand and watched her eat.

Gradually feeling full in her stomach, Fu Ran took out a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth, and Ming Chengyou handed her a glass of water.

Fu Ran pretended not to see, she put the things into the satchel one by one, got up to leave.

"I didn't come here specially to find you," Ming Chengyou finally said, "I have something to show you."

Fu Ran didn't even move her eyelids, but her left leg had already stepped forward.

"Do you want to know how the photos of Youyou were published back then?" Ming Chengyou didn't raise his head, his expression was determined, and Fu Ran really stopped.

"What do you mean?" She frowned and put her palms on the edge of the table.

Ming Chengyou raised the things in his hands, "Sit."

Fu Ran hesitated for a moment, then retreated.

"Those photos were posted on the Internet back then. To be honest, I also thought you did it." Ming Chengyou asked the waiter for two more glasses of cold boiled water. "But I found out later that someone else was there."

Fu Ran's hand hidden under the table could not help but caress her abdomen. She held her breath and waited for Ming Chengyou's next words.

"I touched your computer by accident and deciphered all the records in it. Later, I sent someone to check and confirmed that those photos were circulated in your office."

Fu Ran frowned in hesitation, she had never done it, and the only thing that could explain it was that fu's employees had tampered with it.

She stared at Ming Chengyou coldly, she was not that stupid, she thought he would kindly come over and remind him.

Ming Chengyou met her eyes, his next words were swallowed by him, time seemed to stand still, no one spoke first, as if they were waiting for the other party to compromise.

Fu Ran ran through the employees of fu in her mind, they all got along with each other for a few years, it was hard for her to figure out who they were.

Seeing her erratic gaze, Ming Chengyou took a sip of water from his water glass, "Let's get straight to the point. Do you still remember that time when Ming Zheng and I bet on the 5% stake in Qiankun?"

"What do you mean, this matter has something to do with my brother?" Fu Ran sneered and raised the corners of her mouth, it was obvious that she would not believe him unless he presented evidence.

Ming Chengyou pushed the paper in his hand, "For details, you can read this document."

Fu Ran pressed the palm of her hand, but was not in a hurry to open it to take a look, "The matter is over, what's the point of telling it now?"

He was sure that she would not ignore Youyou's matter, "You don't have to look at it either."

Fu Ran held it down and dragged it to her. She opened the paper, and the whole incident was recalled in detail. There was a signature at the end. She was a teacher in the studio. Fu Ran remembered that she gave her dancing shoes back then. lost.

"When the Youyou incident happened, you should also know that the boss and I were fighting fiercely secretly, and his ambition was clearly revealed. After this incident broke out, he must be the biggest beneficiary." Ming Chengyou seemed to be afraid of her. He couldn't see clearly enough, so he came forward to explain, "The 200 million in your account was indeed deposited by him. He turned our attention to you for the first time, Fu Ran, you were used as a gun by him, do you know? ?”

The teacher should have been disturbed by Ming Chengyou after finding out, so he told everything.

Including how Mingzheng bribed her, when and where, and how much he paid, it was clearly written.

Fu Ran closed the documents in her hand, and the air conditioner in the room seemed to suddenly fail to work, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

"And the pair of dancing shoes have also been tampered with."

"In other words, this matter has nothing to do with me?" Fu Ran interjected.

Ming Chengyou thought about what she meant by saying this, "Yes."

"In that case, tell me what to do?" Fu Ran pushed the information back.

Ming Chengyou looked stern, "I warned you not to have any contact with Ming Zheng."

She really didn't want to listen to his nonsense, "Even if these things are true, they have nothing to do with you. Why do you care?"

Ming Chengyou tapped his fingers on the glass table, his eyes full of searching fell on Fu Ran's face, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a shallow arc, "Fu Ran, it seems that you really don't treat him very well, if it was me This is for you, you can't tell..."

The man's smile pierced Fu Ran's eyes, and became the most direct mockery and compassion. She wanted to forget it, but he pressed on every step of the way.

Fu Ran also knew that Ming Chengyou brought this matter up because he didn't want to make Ming Zheng feel better.

She picked up the document and waved it in front of Ming Chengyou's eyes, "It's best for us to stay away from each other forever. Of course, in a place like Ying'an City, we can always see each other when we go in and out, but you don't know what to do with me." I have no right to interfere, even if my brother really did these things, if you want to settle accounts, please don't come to me, Ming Chengyou, I don't owe you anything!"

For the first time, she said to him, she was a relative stranger.

The last time, she said to him, old age and death do not communicate with each other.

Ming Chengyou was a little dazed thinking about her words.

Unexpectedly, Fu Ran made a move one step ahead of him. She stood up suddenly, and threw a dozen documents in her hand towards Ming Chengyou's face.

"Snapped--"

Crisp, even louder than slaps.

He was caught off guard, and saw a cloud of white flying in his eyes, like the clusters of flying snow seen in Qingshan. Ming Chengyoujun turned his face slightly, and took a firm hit from Fu Ran.

Half of his face hurt like it was on fire, and there were traces of being cut by paper.

Fu Ran picked up her satchel and felt that it was unnecessary to even look at him. She pushed away the chair and strode out of the restaurant.

Fu Ran hit it hard, and Ming Chengyou touched the side of his face with his palm. It hurt not only his face, but his whole heart seemed to be smashed. The A4 papers were scattered around, one by one spread out on the black and white floor tiles. superior.

He saw the back of Fu Ran leaving outside the glass window, and Ming Chengyou patted his face again, his eyes overflowing with embarrassment.