Dyed

The tone is not harsh at all, gentle and moving.

Fu Ran took Ming Chengyou's hand and pulled him out. The original anger in the man's eyes was also extinguished by her actions, and the two walked down the stairs step by step.

"Xiaoran!" Li Linchen's voice came from not far away, appearing erratic and without authenticity.

Fu Ran quickened her pace, and an idea in her heart drove her to hold Ming Chengyou's hand tightly.

The man also held back vigorously, and the two of them walked through the hall and walked out. Their eyes were hazy and they came to the corridor, only to see streams of water mist rushing towards them.

The entraining cool wind also blew away Fu Ran's impulse to heat up his forehead for a while.

She regained her senses and shook Ming Chengyou's hand away.

Suddenly his palms were empty, and Ming Chengyou's hands dropped to his legs.

"What exactly do you want?" Fu Ran opened his mouth, but the voice that came out seemed to be stuck in his throat, and it was soft. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear the content.

But Ming Chengyou listened to these words in his heart, and the drizzle was blowing along with the wind, staining human hair.

Although the rain was not heavy, half of the clothes on his body were still inevitably wet. Fu Ran wiped off the rain stains on his face, "What are you doing here again?"

Ming Chengyou felt powerless all over his body, Fu Ran didn't need to ask this question, he wanted to ask himself.

He is dominated by others like a marionette, and only his heart is his own. He knows better than anyone else that only by ignoring Fu Ran's affairs can he truly push him away.

But the news that is not good for her can be heard in the ears, let alone those pictures can be seen in the eyes.

His heart was already mutilated, but he insisted on holding the knife and stabbing it hard again and again.

Doesn't it hurt?

Maybe it doesn't hurt?

"Fu Ran, did you see that he can't give you his whole heart?"

This kind of problem is nothing in Fu Ran's eyes.

Facing his desolate and cold eyes, Fu Ran knew that Ming Chengyou, if he didn't show up, her life would always be peaceful in her heart no matter how noisy others were or how turbulent it was.

But once she sees him, with just one glance, she is like a small boat floating alone on the sea, unable to withstand the slightest wind and waves, and may fall to pieces at any time.

"Fu Ran, he can't treat you well!"

"I know," Fu Ranyang cut off his words in a high-pitched voice, "I know better than anyone else. I really want to find someone who is good to me wholeheartedly. Can I find it? Ming Chengyou, love is not what I want when I want someone else." Give it to me, how long can you worry about it for me? After all, you still refuse to let yourself go, right?"

Ming Chengyou's back was wet from the tilted rainwater. Fu Ran opened his eyes, and the eyes were so cold that he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rainwater. But stay safe."

But please, her wish can come true.

This sentence made Ming Chengyou more painful, "Don't expect happiness?"

Fu Ran raised the corners of her lips with a wry smile, "Why bother to deceive yourself? Do you really believe that if I marry someone else, I can get happiness? So you appear again and again when you think he treats me badly, Ming Chengyou , what is unbearable in your eyes is nothing in my opinion, so don't make too many demands."

Ming Chengyou took a step back. He was on the edge of a cliff. If he took a step back and took a step forward, the result would not change.

He finally figured out why he persisted so stubbornly.

Life has reached a hurdle that cannot be passed, so he naturally regards the happiness that Fu Ran can have as the last thing he can do for her. Ming Chengyou expects too much from Li Linchen.

The cell phone in Fu Ran's satchel was ringing, and Ming Chengyou looked sideways at the square.

His figure is still tall, but he has lost his former muscularity.

Ming Chengyou obviously lost a lot of weight these days, Fu Ran stared at his sharpened chin in a daze, the two stood very close, and could feel each other's breathing blending into each other's heart.

Ming Chengyou took a step forward, his face suddenly felt cool, and raindrops dripped down his hair.

Fu Ran's feet were pinned down like a nail, and he couldn't move. If he could get rid of the obscurity that was difficult to shake off, his heart would be full of desolation.

Li Linchen leaned out upstairs, "Xiaoran!"

Fu Ran turned a deaf ear to it.

Gong Yuan wrapped his arms around the man's waist from behind him, "Lin Chen, have you really made up your mind?"

Li Linchen pushed Gong Yuan away from behind, "It's irreversible, let's go."

Gong Yuan took two steps back, walked around the edge of the table, and suddenly stepped on a chair and sat on the window sill. He had already leaned out, "Fu Ran, if you don't break the engagement today, I will jump from here?"

Fu Ran raised her head, only to see Gong Yuan clutching one side of the window excitedly, with his right hand stretched out, he said to Li Linchen, "Don't come over!"

Ming Chengyou looked along, he strode forward and took Fu Ran behind him.

Li Linchen's face turned livid, "Gong Yuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Lin Chen, I might as well die without you."

"Let her die." Ming Chengyou said casually, and the death word resounded across the floor. He tightly grasped Fu Ran's hand and dragged her towards the parking lot.

Fu Ran looked back. Li Linchen was talking to Gong Yuan, and it sounded like he was trying to persuade him. Judging by his posture, he couldn't die.

Fu Ran thought as she walked, it wasn't because she was hard-hearted, but in the face of what she had experienced, Gong Yuan could only call it a farce at best.

Li Linchen looked at the direction where the two disappeared, and couldn't care less about Fu Ran, "Are you really going to dance?"

Gong Yuan burst into tears, "Lin Chen, if I hadn't left, would we have our own children again?"

Li Linchen didn't speak. After standing for a long time, his legs felt tired. He leaned against the wall and remained silent.

"I'm sorry." Gong Yuan cried bitterly.

"There are some scars, just like my leg injury." Li Linchen patted his leg, "I'm limping, and I can't get better, Gong Yuan, even if we get together again, we can't be like before , I will always have suspicions about you, and I also believe that you can't share weal and woe with me, so is it necessary to hold hands like this?"

"But Fu Ran, do you love her?"

"If you don't love, there will be no pain." This is what he and Fu Ran pursued together.

Ming Chengyou started the engine, Fu Ran pressed the back of his hand, "Let me drive."

"Don't worry, I'm driving very slowly."

Sure enough, he slowed down the speed of the car, and the rain remained as thin as a fine mist, sprinkled on the windshield a little bit, and the swinging wipers dazzled people's eyes. Ming Chengyou took out a tissue and handed it to Fu Ran, "Wipe your body." .”

"You take me home."

"I'll take you to a place." Ming Chengyou drove by himself. Fu Ran wiped off the rain stains on his face with a tissue. When he looked up, he saw that Ming Chengyou's face and hair were wet. Tight, in the end it still didn't stretch out.

The car drove all the way to the capital of Evian.

Fu Ran looked out of the window. Although it was a bit hazy, she could still recognize this place at a glance.

Ming Chengyou drove the car in, and after it came to a complete stop, Fu Ran sat in the passenger seat and did not move.

Ming Chengyou got out of the car first, took an umbrella and opened the car door for her, protecting her head with one hand.

Fu Ran stood by his side. For several years, Evian Capital really hasn't changed at all.