Dyed

You Yingrui vaguely had a bad premonition. In less than two years, she finally approached him step by step. She thought that as long as the two of them were kept far away from each other, she would be able to walk in sooner or later. Ming Chengyou went to his heart.

After returning to Ying'an City, Ming Chengyou drove through the familiar roads and hustle and bustle, the same sky, but the air he breathed was different.

Suddenly the shadow of a red Audi flashed in his eyes, Ming Chengyou took a closer look, he remembered the license plate number in his heart.

Fu Ran followed up by accident, but Fu Ran obviously didn't notice, Ming Chengyou followed Song Zhi's house all the way, and he parked the car in a hidden place.

Fu Ran opened the car door and came down, looking radiant, talking on the phone with someone while walking, Ming Chengyou put one hand out of the car window, it seemed that she had a very good life in the past two years, very good.

Qin Mumu also rushed over, and Fu Ran smiled and hugged her, and they walked towards the corridor hand in hand.

Ming Chengyou smoked a few cigarettes in the car, he hadn't smoked for a long time, his throat was choking badly, he was lying on the steering wheel, his chest heaved violently.

It turned out that he couldn't be as hard-hearted as he thought.

After Fu Ran came out, Ming Chengyou's car followed. He didn't speed up until Fu Ran stopped suddenly.

In the days that followed, he let Fu Ran fall into his net step by step. He watched Fu Ran sink deep into the mud, and at first, he was able to stay out of it.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Ran raised her palm lightly in front of him, and Ming Chengyou took it back after shaking his head.

His mind was still stuck in those two years.

At this time, Fu Ran had already let go of her burden and hesitation. She bit her straw and stared at Ming Chengyou's outstanding handsome face, "Why are you so preoccupied?"

He cut open the steak with a knife and fork, "Miss you."

"Bah." Fu Ran put down the cup without hesitation, but smiled all over her face, "Ming Chengyou, your mouth is sweet enough."

"Really?" The man gracefully forked a piece of steak into his mouth, "I grew up with honey."

Fu Ran couldn't help but laugh. The temperature from the central air conditioner in the restaurant was very warm. She was wearing a low-necked sweater, and her fair neck made her loose hair appear blacker and brighter.

Walking out of the restaurant after eating, Ming Chengyou tightened Fu Ran's collar, and put the coat hat on Fu Ran's hair.

She was wrapped up tightly, regardless of whether she looked good or not, Ming Chengyou walked forward with his arms around her shoulders, the cold night street was cold and windy, but he still couldn't stop the pace of cars passing by.

Fu Ran put his hands in front of his lips and breathed, Ming Chengyou took her hand and wrapped it in his palm, the neon lights at the top of the pedestrian street were gorgeous, Fu Ran stretched out his hands to cover Ming Chengyou's face, a smile adorned the corners of his mouth, "This is the only way to warm your hands."

"Emotions, do you use my face as a handwarmer?"

Fu Ran stood on tiptoe and looked into the man's eyes, "Thick-skinned people can automatically heat up, no, my hands will be hot soon."

Ming Chengyou put his arms around Fu Ran's waist and took her into his arms. She wore a knee-length coat to cover up the man's little movements.

The palm of her hand slapped her buttocks, Fu Ran's eyes were startled, as if she was the one who did the nasty thing, she looked around, her cheeks flushed, "What are you doing?!"

"Yo Yo, look at your face is also hot." Ming Chengyou leaned over, touching her forehead intimately, Fu Ran slapped his hand off without a trace, Ming Chengyou hugged her and continued to move forward after kissing her lightly on the corner of her lips .

The two passed by a bridal shop, and there were all kinds of wedding dresses in the window. Ming Chengyou stopped in front of him. He had a good eye and saw a poster pasted inside.

Fu Ran was led into the store by him.

The waiter had sharp eyes and naturally recognized him.

"Third Young Master."

Ming Chengyou walked up to the poster, and Fu Ran followed his gaze.

"Third Young Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ming Chengyou turned a deaf ear to it, Fu Ran looked up at him, the man seemed trapped in his own world, he stared at it for a moment, then pointed to the poster on the wall, "I want to see this one."

The waiter showed embarrassment, "Third Young Master, the manager has told you that you can only see the real product if you confirm what you want. This wedding dress has been sealed in our safe. It took the designer a year to find a suitable gem inlay for this one alone." .The most important thing is that it is very selective, only one size, and does not accept changes."

Ming Chengyou's expression had already shown impatience. He reached out and hugged Fu Ran, and unbuttoned her coat, "Did you see? Are you afraid that you won't be able to support a piece of your clothes?"

"Third Young Master," the waiter was a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean that, are you sure you want it?"

"Chengyou," Fu Ran frowned, "Why do you think of trying on a wedding dress, let's go."

Ming Chengyou stayed where he was, took out his wallet, squeezed a gold card and threw it on the counter, "It's up to me, do you still want to open this store?"

"Yes, I'll call the manager right away."

Ming Chengyou led Fu Ran to the rest area, she lowered her voice, "Let's go."

"Why, it doesn't cost money to try."

"Why did you let me try on the wedding dress?"

"You must look good in your clothes."

She refused, so he was soft and tough, and Fu Ran finally saw Ming Chengyou's toughness.

After the manager came over, he was polite and took the waiter to the inner room. Ming Chengyou sat in the rest area and waited.

Fu Dye's hair was randomly braided and tied behind her head, and the gradually layered skirt spread out from the front of the stage, and the curtain around her eyes was also pulled open little by little.

The waiter and the manager couldn't stop praising, Ming Chengyou's eyes were stunned by the sudden appearance of white.

The chest fluctuated violently, and the heart seemed to be overloaded.

Fu Ran turned around in front of the mirror, Ming Chengyou looked at this scene, everyone in his eyes was smiling, but he couldn't touch the smile on Fu Ran's face.

Ming Chengyou felt that he was far away from this so-called happiness, and a momentary emptiness flashed in his eyes.

"Chengyou."

Ming Chengyou suddenly came back to his senses, the wedding dress that Fu Ran wore fit no one's expectations.

He wanted to end it here. He already felt physically and mentally exhausted. It was not difficult to drag Fu Ran to be buried with her and let her experience the heart-wrenching pain.

He just needs to tell her all the truth at this time, saying that the so-called restart is just a premeditated revenge. If he doesn't believe it, Fu Ran can still feel pain.

The words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back because of the smile that rose from the corners of Fu Ran's eyes.

Ming Chengyou suddenly stood up and strode over.

The waiter couldn't help admiring, "Third Young Master, look..."

He grabbed Fu Ran's wrist suddenly and pulled her away. She raised her chin lightly and whispered softly, "What's wrong?"

Ming Chengyou felt pain from suffocation on his chest, and his temples were sweating thinly, not knowing whether it was because the store was too hot or what, his lips moved slightly, "It's not suitable for you, let's go."

Fu Ran didn't ask too much, "Okay, wait until I replace it."

The manager tried to speak, but Ming Chengyou let go of Fu Ran's hand.

She changed her clothes and came out of the dressing room, but she didn't see Ming Chengyou.

Fu Ran walked out of the bridal shop, opened the door and saw Ming Chengyou leaning against the stone pillar, the cigarette in his hand exuded a blur of smoke, the man stood with his back to her, his head raised slightly and stared at the sky.

Fu Ranluo walked with light footsteps, almost touching Ming Chengyou's back. She noticed that the man looked pale, and his side face was full of silence.

"Chengyou."

Ming Chengyou turned sideways, "Come out."

Fu Ran took the remaining half of the cigarette from him, snuffed it out and threw it into the trash can.

Ming Chengyou hugged her to his chest, and the two walked down the stone steps. Fu Ran didn't mention the wedding dress at all, but when he walked into the square, he looked back casually.

Ming Chengyou could only pretend that he didn't see it.

He found a reason for himself, he was just afraid that Fu Ran wasn't trapped deep enough, that's all.