Dyed

In fact, the farthest distance in the world is not not loving each other, let alone the distance between the ends of the earth.

It's that loving is more painful than not loving, wanting to love, but not being able to love.

This kind of despair is like Ming Chengyou's heart, which cannot be saved.

Fu Ran raised his face, and the two looked at each other. This glance was to forget each other.

Injured to such an extent, retreated to this extent, Lu Mingchengyou in front and behind were all sealed with one hand.

He didn't think about the future, let alone one day he would be able to save it.

Suddenly footsteps were heard in the dark corridor, Fu Ran didn't look back, Ming Chengyou closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see her again.

Fu Ran stood for a while, then turned around and saw Zhao Lan standing not far away.

She walked over with heavy steps, "Auntie."

"Xiaoran, is Chengyou okay?"

Fu Ran shook her head, she didn't know either.

Zhao Lan turned around and sat down on the chair at the door, with Fu Ran beside her.

"This is a bad relationship, but the retribution is on the child."

Fu Ran felt depressed, "Auntie, please don't do this."

"Xiaoran," Zhao Lan's voice choked up, his throat was already extremely hoarse, "When I was pregnant with Chengyou, I actually wanted to leave. During those days, I was under too much psychological pressure. Although I fell in love with Yunfeng, outsiders saw me after all It's the third party, and the child has become the only bond between us. I, I took medicine without telling Yunfeng, but it didn't work out."

Zhao Lan covered her face and cried, her whole body hidden in grief, "I asked the doctor, the biggest reason may be because of the medicine I took, I really did something wrong, why wasn't I the one who got sick?"

Fu Ran pressed her head against the wall, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. She thought about the life in her belly, and about the medicine that came to her mouth but had no time to swallow it.

"I was lucky, and I didn't mention it to Yunfeng afterwards. I thought that if I couldn't beat him, it meant that I had a destiny with this child. I didn't expect it to become what it is today."

Zhao Lan was in so much pain that she didn't want to give birth, and she felt no better than Li Yunling. Although she was not around to raise her child, she was pregnant and laboriously born in October.

Li Yunling walked up to the two of them, and Fu Ran stared at the bright floor tiles until a pair of legs appeared in his eyes.

She raised her head and saw Li Yunling's haggard and pale face.

She stared at Zhao Lan fiercely, "You and Ming Yunfeng, you two!" Li Yunling's eyes flashed Mingzheng's disgust for her, "One day the retribution will come to you."

Even though she tried her best to conceal it, the sadness and sadness in Li Yunling's eyes could not deceive anyone. The son she loved the most was the illegitimate child she should hate. This change of identity made her unable to resist.

She didn't even want to look at Zhao Lan any more, she turned and entered Ming Chengyou's ward.

The next day.

Ming Zheng felt his shoulders were sore, as if he had been crushed by something, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a head resting in the crook of his arm. Looking closely, it was Luo Wenying.

He wasn't so drunk that he didn't even know what he had done, and there were still some images.

The clothes of the two were thrown on the carpet in a mess, the underwear and panties were entangled, and Mingzheng's belt was hanging on the sofa. In short, it was as messy as possible.

Luo Wenying arched her head lightly, raised her head and looked into Ming Zheng's eyes unexpectedly, the two were shocked for a moment, and it was Luo Wenying who spoke first, "Morning."

Ming Zheng moved his body, the quilt covering his waist slid down, he glanced, Luo Wen Yingchao. The redness spread to the back of his ears, "What time is it?"

"do not know."

Ming Zheng turned over, took the mobile phone from the bedside table and glanced at it.

He didn't get up, put the phone back and lay down again.

After all, Luo Wenying is not as thick-skinned as a man. She was about to turn around when she heard the man say, "We were last night?"

"No." She answered simply and neatly.

"Huh?" Ming Zheng thought he was deaf.

Luo Wenying pulled up the sheet and wrapped it around her body. Does she really have to explain it herself?

She covered everything up to her breasts.

Mingzheng simply stood up naked, and saw that the sheets were clean, as if two people had spent the night hugging each other innocently.

Luo Wenying reached out and stroked her short hair behind her ears.

Mingzheng was embarrassed, "How could this happen?"

Luo Wenying coughed lightly. The man has an excellent figure, bronzed and firm chest muscles, and slender and powerful legs. She turned her eyes away, "Boss, you?"

"What?" Ming Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Luo Wenying raised her hand to cover her forehead, lowered her eyelids slightly, and said something that made Mingzheng almost vomit blood, "Are you a virgin?"

The corners of Ming Zheng's eyes twitched slightly.

Luo Wenying added, "Last night you wanted to have sex after drinking, but it didn't work."

Ming Zheng pulled the sheet off her body, "You doubt my ability?"

"That's not true," Luo Wenying pulled the sheet back again, "Tossed for a long time..."

Well, tossing and tossing means that there is no success.

Ming Zheng stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, "Since we've reached this point, let's try."

What is this called?

Luo Wenying frowned, and glanced at the scattered clothes on the ground, "But you were drunk last night."

"Drunkenness didn't make it." Ming Zheng didn't ask Luo Wenying if she wanted to, anyway, they were all lying on the same bed, and he put his arms around her shoulders and pressed her down.

Luo Wenying pushed his chest with both hands, "Did you never do it before?"

"Is there any relationship between what you have done and what you are about to do?" Ming Zheng pulled the sheet wrapped around her body.

Luo Wenying's face became more and more flushed. Last night at least Mingzheng was in a state of unconsciousness and the lights were turned off. She gritted her teeth and took off her clothes.

But this will not work, his eyes are black and bright, his movements are as fierce as a beast, and the sunlight outside is so bright that every subtle movement is deliberately magnified. It is impossible for Luo Wenying to continue doing it so cheekily.

"I," she stammered, "I'm not looking for a virgin."

Ming Zheng raised his face buried in her neck, his expression was displeased, as if the two words were a great insult, "Why?"

"Both people who are inexperienced are said to be very painful for the first time."

Mingzheng's face was livid, with a sense of tension that had to be fired, "Where did you hear that?"

Luo Wenying pushed him away forcefully, pulled the quilt to wrap him up again, "Go take a shower, I'll get dressed."

Mingzheng stared at her for a while, Luo Wenying turned around and threw her back to him, "Going to bed should be at the right time and place."

There was a rustling sound in his ear, Mingzheng picked up the clothes and slowly put them on, he picked up Luo Wenying's underwear and bra and handed them to her, "What about the two of us?"

"Don't worry, I won't say anything."

To let people know that this cold-faced Shura struggled outside to no avail for the first time, would he be laughed out of his teeth?

Luo Wenying put on her clothes again in front of him.

When he turned around, he saw Mingzheng sitting on the sofa with his face propped up, his brows were clear but full of loneliness.

"Did I talk to you a lot when I was drunk last night?"

Luo Wenying picked up the stockings on the ground, "Yes."

Ming Zheng walked to the wine cabinet and chose a bottle of wine from it.

"Haven't you had enough?"

He turned around and handed Luo Wenying a cup.

"Forget about those things, just treat it as my brain is not clear."

Luo Wenying put the wine glass on the bedside table, stretched out her white legs, and pulled up the rolled stockings little by little, "It's hard to accept, isn't it?"

"No," Ming Zheng replied simply, "There is nothing to accept or not. For me, there is only one mother."