Dyed

Fu Ran couldn't see the scene outside the car window, but she didn't see the two get up for a long time. She pushed the car door anxiously and followed.

At this time, she saw Ming Chengyou stand up slowly, and the man who was bumped appeared in her eyes together.

She felt relieved and was about to speak.

But found that the expressions of the two were very strange.

Ming Chengyou walked slowly to Fu Ran's side, put his arms around her waist, "I can't go back right away."

"Is there something wrong?" Fu Ran's gaze touched the object in the man's hand, and Fu Ran suppressed the shock in her eyes, but her fingertips holding Ming Chengyou's wrist revealed tension.

"Let's take a walk together." The man said, looking at the commercial vehicle parked not far away.

Ming Chengyou handed the car keys to the other party, took Fu Ran's hand and walked forward.

She walked cautiously, her head always wanting to look back.

Ming Chengyou said with a smile, "Be careful that he accidentally shoots the gun."

"You're still in the mood for joking."

He looked as if the sky was falling and someone else was supporting him. When Fu Ran sat in the back seat of the car, his first feeling was that he was kidnapped.

Ming Chengyou was seriously ill, but his eyes were still sharp. He stared at the reflection in the rearview mirror, and after holding Fu Ran's hand tightly, he told her not to worry.

The car drove all the way to an unknown distance, and finally stopped in front of a villa with a red brick wall. Judging by the mottled appearance, it must have been some years.

Fu Ran held Ming Chengyou's arm nervously, several people inside came forward, and one of them signaled Fu Ran not to follow.

Ming Chengyou took her to the corridor in the courtyard, "Wait here for me to come back."

"Chengyou, I'll go in with you."

"Don't worry, if something happens, use it here?" Ming Chengyou looked determined, and even said to the person standing next to him, "Pour her a glass of juice, the freshly squeezed one."

Seeing this, Fu Ran's heart sank.

Ming Chengyou then walked along the corridor to the main room of the villa. Fu Ran sat at the table anxiously. After a while, the servant came over with a glass of juice, which seemed to be freshly squeezed.

Fu Ran felt more and more wrong, but still nodded politely, "Thank you."

"Are you pregnant? I brought a parenting magazine to amuse you." The servant handed the contents to Fu Ran, "If you have orders, you can call me anytime."

At this moment, Fu Ran really couldn't associate the word kidnapping with this kind of treatment.

Suddenly there was something strange at his feet, Fu Ran looked down and almost screamed.

A sturdy Samoyed dog was curled up under the table, its chin almost resting on Fu Ran's lap. She was still in shock and forgot to stand up hastily.

The servant quickly led the Samoyed dog out, "I'm sorry, Haibei usually likes to run around, and it's always scary when it comes out."

"It's called a sea shell?"

"Wang Wang-"

Fu Ran has never been in close contact with such a big pet dog. It is completely white with almost no mottled hair, and it seems to be of noble blood.

The servant poked the Samoyed dog with his foot, "Haibei, get out."

But it clung together like a mangy dog ​​and refused to leave.

"I'm sorry, our young mistress took the young master and young miss out, and Haibei usually likes to cling to them."

"It's okay, let it stay here."

After all, he was a little frightened. When Ming Chengyou came out of the house, he saw Fu Ran sitting motionless at the table, his expression and body tensed, as if he was facing an enemy.

He strode over, and suddenly saw a white Samoyed dog in his eyes.

Hai Bei seemed to want to show her affection to Fu Ran, and squatted beside her chair without moving. She was tall and tall, and Fu Ran sank into the back of the chair, staring at Hai Bei for fear that it would become a beast.

"Chengyou."

Seeing him approaching, she just yelled softly.

"What's wrong with being scared like this by a dog?"

Ming Chengyou walked to Fu Ran's side, only to see Hai Bei standing up abruptly, with snow-white hair standing on end like needlepoint.

"Hmph, you know how to distinguish between men and women."

Fu Ran looked through him and looked at the villa in front of him, "Are you okay? Who brought us here?"

"It's okay." Mingcheng Yura sat down on the chair at the table, bent down to tease the seashells at his feet.

Fu Ran saw that he was not in a hurry and had no intention of leaving, so she followed him and sat back.

The atmosphere fell into a strange atmosphere. Seeing Ming Chengyou's appearance, he was relaxed and natural, but he was no different from ordinary.

He reached out and patted Haibei's head, "Fu Ran, guess how much we are worth?"

Fu Ran's settled heart hung up again, "Did they speak?"

"Ah."

Fu Ran glanced around, and she moved to Ming Chengyou's side, "Then why are you treating us so well?"

"Because we're the cash cow."

Fu Ran's fingers tightly hooked Ming Chengyou's arm, "How much do they want?"

Ming Chengyou thought for a moment, then flipped his palms, "It seems to be this number."

"What?" Fu Ran's eyes widened, "1000 million?"

The man tapped Haibei's head with his foot, "Ask it, if it will go with you for 1000 million yuan."

At the same time, the Ming family had a falling out.

Once the news of Ming Chengyou's kidnapping was confirmed, Li Yunling was so anxious that she called Ming Rong and Li Zeqin to her home in an emergency.

"Kidnapping?" Li Zeqin was shocked, "How could such a thing happen?"

Li Yunling leaned on the sofa with a headache, and pressed two fingers between her eyebrows, "This happened after I went out with Fu Ran, and I really wanted my life."

Ming Rong sat beside Li Yunling, "Mom, don't worry too much, did the other party make a condition?"

"What else can I ask for, I just want money."

"As long as money can solve the problem, it's not troublesome." Ming Rong heaved a sigh of relief, "How much does it cost?"

Li Yunling's face changed slightly, and the number she spit out was stiff, "One billion."

"What?" Ming Rong and Li Zeqin were both shocked.

"If the other party says they don't raise money as soon as possible, one billion will be turned into US dollars." Li Yunling took two sips of water from the tea table, "Ming Rong, hurry up and see how much money is left on mr's account."

"Mom, most of the company's money is under pressure for a while, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get it back." Ming Rong looked distressed, "I'll try my best."

"It's not about trying, it's about having to!"

"Sister," Li Zeqin sat down on the sofa opposite Li Yunling, "One billion is not a small amount, once this money is taken out, how can we rely on it in the future?"

"If no one else is here, what will the company do?" Li Yunling's tone was strong, upset and irritable. She breathed a sigh of relief and said again, "Zeqin, you should also think of a way. You must raise money before sunset tomorrow. , this matter must not be publicized."

"Mom, I'm going to prepare right now, don't worry too much." After Ming Rong finished speaking, he picked up his coat, got up and strode away.

Li Yunling propped her forehead with both hands, "Chengyou is my son whom I have raised for more than twenty years after all, and I did not pretend to love him in the past. I really regard him as my dearest child," she sighed, "Why is he Can he become Zhao Lan's son?"

Li Zeqin didn't take it seriously, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you will regret it later."

Haibei is annoyed to death, it hates others to touch its head, it is not a good thing to look at Ming Chengyou, if you can't provoke it, you can always hide it?

It turned its tail up, ready to leave, no, a running dog.

After several men came out of the house, they went straight to the corridor. Ming Chengyou got up lazily and took Fu Ran's hand, "Let's go."

She tightly intertwined with his five fingers, full of determination to stay with him to the end.