Dyed

Fu Ran could vaguely feel Ming Chengyou's pressure, "Could it be that you don't even believe your mother?"

The man's handsome eyes closed slightly, "It's not that I don't believe it, it's that she doesn't believe it, maybe she believes in me, but she can't trust you enough."

Fu Ran heard Ming Chengyou's meaning, sourness welled up in her eyes, and she rested her head on his shoulder, "Look, we are together, but you have to worry about me twice as much."

Ming Chengyou wrapped his arms around her body tightly, "I'm just worried about the future."

"Don't worry," Fu Ran couldn't help the warmth in his eyes dripping onto his face, "Have you forgotten? I'm not a vegetarian either. I won't let myself suffer if anyone bullies me. Besides, I still have Child, whoever dares to hit me, I will bite back."

She really didn't want Ming Chengyou to be too tired, as long as his life was simple, as long as he could live it, but he always worried too much about her.

The man smiled, a little tired, and rested his face on Fu Ran's head.

"Chengyou."

He felt that his eyelids were heavy, "Yeah."

"Stop fighting with your brother, okay? In the end, he is the most innocent. The past twenty years have been like a nightmare. Even if I found out the truth later, I couldn't tell him. You can let me be with anyone. It's just that I can't be with him. Even if you don't say this, it's impossible for me to be with him. "

Guilt and uneasiness always weighed on Fu Ran's heart, lingering.

Ming Chengyou's tone was cold, and he rubbed his cheek against the top of Fu Ran's head, "No more fighting, after all, there's nothing to fight about."

In the past, he always held his breath, but later found out that he didn't even have the right to pull people as a backing. Mingzheng had given him the status of an illegitimate child for more than twenty years, and everything was enough.

On the day Ming Chengyou was discharged from the hospital, Zhao Lan also came to help pack things in the ward, and Li Yunling asked Housekeeper Xiao to go through the discharge procedures.

Ming Chengyou was sitting on the sofa, looking at the busy figures of several people, a sentence escaped from his thin lips, "Fu Ran and I are already married."

Li Yunling came back to her senses, there were only these few people in the ward, she and Fu Ran knew it, so these words were naturally meant for Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan stopped cleaning her hands, she raised her head with joy, "Xiaoran, is this true?"

Fu Ran nodded with a smile.

"Great," Zhao Lan walked over and held Fu Ran's hand, "You can finally get together again."

Li Yunling put down the things in her hands without changing her expression, "Uncle Wang is still waiting at the door, hurry up and clean up."

Zhao Lan couldn't help being overjoyed, "Did you have a drink? When did it happen?"

Ming Chengyou looked away from the window, he had already stood up.

Li Yunling picked up the bag on the hospital bed, "Xiao Ran, you and Cheng You go out first, there are still things left for Housekeeper Xiao to clean up later."

She walked over and stopped Zhao Lan, "Don't talk about Chengyou and Xiaoran, he still needs to be clean."

"Okay." Zhao Lan nodded hastily, and Ming Chengyou's words just now made her happy till now.

Uncle Wang's car was parked at the door. Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran sat in the back seat of the car. The car drove all the way back to Yiyun Capital. He took Fu Ran's hand and walked into the yard, "Uncle Wang, go back."

"Yes, three young masters."

Ming Chengyou handed over the key of Yiyun's capital to Fu Ran, she turned around and looked at the courtyard full of scorching sun, going around, Fu Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, as if seeing the night when she and Ming Chengyou got engaged .

Time flies, but after passing through the fingers, it can never be found again.

Fu Ran opened the door of the living room and went in. The first thing he saw was a three-story cake. The living room was filled with festive lanterns and ribbons.

At the corner of the stairs, goblets are piled up, the floor is covered with a red carpet, and various meals are placed on the table. Ming Chengyou hugs Fu Ran behind himself, "This belongs to the two of us, two of us." wedding."

Fu Ran looked around, "How did you think of it?"

"I asked Kuangzi to come and arrange it."

Fu Ran raised the corner of her mouth, "What about others?"

Ming Chengyou wrapped his arms around her, "He dare not see you."

"I dare not see him yet."

The man smiled and kissed her gently on the cheek, and hugged Fu Ran's swollen belly with both hands, "Today is our wedding day."

Fu Ran broke away with a smile, "It shouldn't be today, the marriage agreement has been signed for several days."

Ming Chengyou smiled but said nothing. Before Fu Ran had time to visit, she dragged him out of the living room. He drove the car. Fu Ran asked while wearing his seat belt, "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

The car drove all the way to the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Ming Chengyou got out of the car first and took a document bag from the back seat. Fu Ran looked up, "Married? Divorced?"

Ming Chengyou pulled her out, and greeted her head with the file bag in his hand, "Marry!"

"Didn't Lawyer Li know how to do it?"

"I used this trick to deceive You Yingrui at the beginning," Ming Chengyou pulled her into the big strides, "From now on, you can choose to believe half of what my mother says."

The two lined up inside to take pictures. Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand and pressed down hard. The red book was stamped with a stamp. The staff handed the book to them with both hands, "Congratulations."

Fu Ran held it in her hand and felt heavy. Ming Chengyou gave her both red books, "Put them away, don't tell anyone about our registration, and don't show the marriage certificate."

Fu Ran looked at the group photo of the two of them, and caressed her fingers. She put the notebook in her satchel, "Where did you get your fake certificate?"

Ming Chengyou put his arms around Fu Ran's shoulders, "The world is against the sky, and it is more expensive to obtain a false certificate than the real one."

The two walked out of the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and there were newcomers who went in together beside them. Perhaps they were happy, and Ming Chengyou's complexion improved a lot.

Fu Ran's steps became more cheerful, and Ming Chengyou blocked his arms, "Be careful of your steps."

The sun shines through the lush sycamore leaves, Ming Chengyou suddenly stopped, and Fu Ran turned around when he went out, "What's wrong?"

"Shall we make a cliché?"

"How cheesy?"

She saw Ming Chengyou's thin lips parted slightly, and her eyes seemed to be dotted with the color of glass, "Mrs. Ming."

Fu Ran shuddered at the bottom of the pool, and smiled, but her eyes were blurred by tears. She softened her voice, and said in an incomparably tender tone, "Mr. Ming."