Dyed

"Of course I won't let him go." The man gritted his teeth and said these words without moving his thin lips.

"You also know that it's different now. If you really start a fight, Mom may not know which side you'll be on. Chengyou, according to my opinion, you'd better bear with it."

Ming Chengyou's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, "Even you can see that Mom is different from before?"

Ming Rong raised his right leg, and said in a rambling and sharp voice, "Of course, after all, blood is thicker than water, and that's because of her affection for raising us for more than [-] years, or else she would have helped the boss."

Not far away, Li Yunling was walking with Ming Chengyou's medicine bottle.

Ming Chengyou sighed, "Forget it, I can't care about this kind of thing anymore."

He is living every day now, and every day he lives is one day less, and he really doesn't have much energy to fight again.

Luo Wenying came back from a social gathering outside, flipped through the documents in her hand while walking forward, looked up and saw a lot of people standing at the elevator entrance, who seemed to be watching, Xiao Zhu saw her, and hurried forward to grab her arm, "Boss It doesn't look right!"

"What do you mean?" Luo Wenying looked around, but did not see Mingzheng's figure.

Xiao Zhu led her to the elevator and pointed to the flashing number keys on it. "The boss is inside, but I didn't see him coming out. The elevator stopped on a different floor, but no one dared to go in, so they all changed to other places."

Luo Wenying raised her head and saw that the elevator stopped on the tenth floor. She waved her hands to the crowd watching the excitement, "Go back, no one will be paid overtime if you stay here."

"Eve, then I will go first."

"Let's go."

After everyone dispersed, Luo Wenying raised her hand and pressed the button.

The elevator was quickly opened, and Luo Wenying was stunned when she saw the man standing inside, although she was prepared.

Mingzheng leaned against the elevator wall and looked straight at him. The unique lights in the elevator surrounded him in a lonely and helpless atmosphere. Luo Wenying reached out to block the door that was about to close. She walked heavily. walk in.

Turning around, fingers pressed the number keys on the top floor.

There were only two people in the small space, no wonder the employees dared not come in seeing him like this. Luo Wenying stood beside Ming Zheng, looking at the five swollen fingerprints on his cheek.

I'm afraid there are not many people who can slap him and let him bear it abruptly.

Mingzheng still maintained the original posture, and Luo Wenying didn't ask, until the elevator reached the top floor, when the door opened, she saw Mingzheng was still leaning against the wall.

"The whole company is watching you like this, do you want to go to the internal website tomorrow?"

Ming Zheng raised his eyelids and looked into her eyes.

Luo Wenying walked back to the elevator and turned back, grabbing the man's hand.Ming Zheng didn't refuse, and followed her out.

The two entered Ming Zheng's office, Luo Wenying took ice cubes from the refrigerator in the lounge, wrapped them tightly in plastic wrap and sat beside Ming Zheng.

It would definitely hurt when you press it at first, Mingzheng hissed, then clenched his teeth and stopped moving.

Luo Wenying tentatively said, "The attack is really serious, who did you offend?"

Ming Zheng's eyes darkened, and he said two words directly, "My mother."

Luo Wenying was surprised, in her memory she had never seen Zhao Lan get angry.

He took the ice cube in her hand, and stroked his face with the other hand, "The swelling will subside tomorrow, it's not a big deal."

Luo Wenying heard these words, but felt more and more sad, Mingzheng has always been strong, let alone a slap, no one else can touch his fingers outside.

Ming Zheng threw away the things in his hands, and suddenly he lay down on the sofa, with his head resting on Luo Wenying's legs.

Her whole body was tense, not daring to move.

Since he was only wearing thin stockings and a suit, Mingzheng's face was pillowed on Luo Wenying's leg again.

She could sensitively feel the man's breath burning between her legs, she wanted to push him away in embarrassment, but Ming Zheng reached out to wrap her knees.

Luo Wenying had no choice but to stay still.

Not long after, the sound of the man's breathing approached and became steady. Luo Wenying looked down to see him closing his eyes tiredly, and she stretched out her fingers through the thick hair.

Ming Rong took out a document from the car, and when he entered the living room, Li Yunling came out.

"mom."

"Just now Chengyou chatted with you in the yard for a while, I let him rest, Mingrong, pay attention in the future, don't let him worry about the company because he is not in good health."

"Mom, I know." Ming Rong took the documents and prepared to go upstairs.

"Are you still taking the business home to do it? Don't be too tired." Li Yunling ordered a few words casually, her eyes casually glanced at the information bag in Ming Rong's hand, Ming Rong responded and went upstairs.

Li Yunling looked at the text on the information, she was a little familiar, she thought for a while and then went upstairs.

Ming Rong put the documents on the desk, Li Yunling opened the door and went in but saw no one, the sound of water rustling in the bathroom could be heard.

Li Yunling picked up the document and looked at it. She remembered the name of the project above, which was what Qian Kun was striving for in the near future.

She couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face. It seemed that mr and Qian Kun were still fighting.

Li Yunling took out the documents from the information bag, on which were the detailed plans and quotations made by Qian Kun for this project, etc., she took a sheet casually and stuffed the rest of the documents back.

Uncle Wang drove Li Yunling to the villa where Ming Zheng lived.

Walking into the living room but not seeing Ming Zheng, Zhao Lan greeted him with eyes red from crying, "Have you seen Ming Zheng? Do you know where he is?"

Li Yunling was confused by her question, "What do you mean by that?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lan covered her face and cried again, "I'm sorry for him, but I beat him indiscriminately even though it had nothing to do with him, and now I can't get through to the cell phone, just now I went to Cun Kun, but the guard didn't let me in at all."

"What, you hit him?" Li Yunling's expression changed instantly, the pity and hatred in her eyes couldn't be hidden, "What right do you have to hit him? Why do you hit him?"

She stretched out her hand to push Zhao Lan, and Zhao Lan staggered down. The grievance she had endured for a long time, coupled with the worry about Ming Chengyou these days, made her nerves tense into a tight string, but she never broke out.

Li Yunling's face was livid with anger, "If Mingzheng has something wrong, I won't let you go!"

"When did you let me go?" Zhao Lan looked directly into her eyes.

"What did you say?" Li Yunling frowned.

"Didn't you say that I have the right to beat him? Let me tell you, I got used to beating Mingzheng because he was my son since he was a child. The family wants to keep their own place and can’t move other thoughts. It is already the greatest gift for you to bring him back. I told him not to fight with Cheng You, let alone conflict with you. You told him not to meet me at that time, and I also Push him out according to your wishes. I didn't slap him because he is no longer my own son. It's just a habit I've developed over the past twenty years. It doesn't matter. As long as Chengyou and him are involved, I will Let him bear the burden, Li Yunling, after all, I was forced to be like this too!"

Li Yunling's lips trembled, her face turned blue and pale.

She didn't say anything, turned around and strode out of the living room.