Dyed

In a blink of an eye, Fu Ran's belly was seven months old.

It happened to be winter again, and she could only open her down jacket openly. She was afraid of catching a cold, so she specially put on snow boots around a scarf.

I have to learn a lot from Ming Chengyou every day. Although I am a little tired, my physical condition can bear it, and my life feels very fulfilling.

The fu studio has been handed over to someone else to take care of it. After all, Fu Ran likes it, and he will go there occasionally.

She would return to Fu's house every other day, and Fan Xian was still the same. Although Fu Songting persevered, he couldn't wait for the miracle they expected.

Fu Ran watched the car passing by the commercial street, and signaled the driver to stop by the side of the road, "I want to go shopping."

The humidifier in Fan Xian's room is broken, and she has long wanted to buy a new one.

Went to the mall to choose a fancy one, paid the payment and went out with the things, while Fu Ran waited for the traffic light on the side of the street.

Suddenly, I saw a battery car rushing over. The people sitting on it could barely see their faces. The front and back were covered with clothes, and their knees were covered with knee pads to avoid the cold. It's annoying to see how many people are on the street."

There was an oncoming battery car driving too fast, and both sides couldn't dodge it in time. After bumping into each other, several bags of clothes could be seen rolling out one after another.

"I'm dying, I'm dying, you don't have eyes when you drive, you're begging for so many things blocking you, I'm dying, my new pants." The middle-aged woman was so angry that she jumped up and down, and her red hair stood on end proudly.

The other person was still lying on the ground, and he got up after a while, wearing a helmet and a gray scarf covering his mouth and nose, "I'm sorry."

"Really, die," the middle-aged woman saw that she didn't look like a rich person, and kicked off the clothes on the ground with her right foot, "move away quickly."

The passing crowd was blocked by several bags of clothes, and they all honked their horns impatiently, "Pull it away, it's annoying."

Fu Ran stood on the curb, carrying her bag of clothes with her.

The man was busy pushing up the fallen battery car, finally pulled the car to the side of the road, and put the clothes on it.

She bent down to pick up the clothes Fu Ran put on the wooden chair, "Thank you."

Raising her head to see the face in front of her clearly, the woman exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao, Xiaoran."

At first, Fu Ran heard the voice familiar, but after a closer look, she found that it was Shen Sufen, who was about to blurt out the word "mother", and changed her address when it came to her mouth, "Auntie."

Shen Sufen took off her helmet, her eyes darkened slightly, "Xiaoran, your belly is so big."

"Ah."

Shen Sufen put the clothes in her hand on the battery car, pulled out a piece from a bundle, and put it on the wooden chair by the street, "Xiaoran, sit down quickly."

She was holding a humidifier and sitting beside Shen Sufen.

"Why are you still doing these things?"

"I can't help it. Living in a new house used to be really boring. Both their father and daughter said that I was too full to eat. Now it's for my livelihood. I can earn 30 yuan a day for overtime work. It's enough to buy a la carte."

"Where do you live now?" Fu Ran noticed the frostbite on the back of Shen Sufen's hand.

"Going back to the alley, I think it's good. After all, I'm used to living in it. I was always worried about being blown away by the wind in such a tall building before."

After walking for a while, Fu Ran felt warm all over her body, and now her complexion was even more rosy.

"Xiaoran, I saw the news that you are married to Chengyou, right? I could tell when he was with Ruirui before that he didn't care about her. We are sorry for you and don't ask you to forgive me for some things. , if you can live happily, I have nothing to think about."

Shen Sufen put the gloves back on again, one of the fingers was torn at the seam, and the fingertips were still exposed.

"You Yingrui, has there been no news?"

"No," Shen Sufen mentioned, her eye circles couldn't help but rosy, "The police have also come to the house a few times, forget it, let's take one step at a time."

"What about him?"

Shen Sufen sighed and shook her head, "Now I'm doing some odd jobs outside, and I'll gamble when I get paid, and continue to do it after losing everything. I don't expect him to take the money home, so let's live like this."

No matter how uncomfortable Fu Ran felt when she heard this, she was also a parent who had raised her for 20 years.

Shen Sufen saw her turning her back to get money in her bag, she stood up quickly, "Xiaoran, I'm going back, these bags of clothes are still waiting to be handed over tomorrow night."

"Wait." Fu Ran took out her wallet.

Shen Sufen has already pushed the battery car and sat on it, "Xiaoran, live your life well, we owe you enough and can't take your things anymore, when you are free, come and sit at home, you know the address. "

Fu Ran took a step forward, and Shen Sufen had already dragged several large bags of clothes and disappeared into her eyes.

She squeezed the wallet in her hand tightly, her arms hanging by her side like a heavy weight.

After Fu Ran went to Fu's house, he asked the driver to drive directly back to Yiyun Capital.

She saw the shoes at the door, and Ming Chengyou didn't go out again today.

After changing into slippers and going upstairs, the sound of TV came from the bedroom. Fu Ranluo unscrewed the door with light steps. Ming Chengyou must read the financial news every day, but his spirit seems to be getting worse day by day. Fu Ran saw the big bed. With the arched human figure in the center, she closed the door and walked slowly.

The man fell asleep.

It has always been like this recently, and her body is getting worse and worse. Fu Ran picked up the quilt that he kicked on the side and covered him up. She put her knees on Ming Chengyou's waist, and leaned over to pay attention to his heart.

Fortunately, at least a slight undulation can be seen.

Fu Ran felt sore, she was used to checking if the man beside her was there every day when she woke up.

As long as he closes his eyes, she will be full of worries, and will wake up in the night with a start, and she can only continue to sleep after feeling the throbbing of his chest.

Fu Ran held down Ming Chengyou's shoulder blade, a handful of bones, obviously.

He was losing weight almost at an unpredictable speed, Fu Ran's nose was sore, and his palms slipped and closed towards Ming Chengyou's arms.

Her eyes were a little blurred, she covered her mouth, stepped back and walked out of the room.

Housekeeper Xiao returned to Evian Capital to help, Fu Ran went to the study to turn on the computer, and she started to take over the company. Now Ming Chengyou is teaching her by the side. At first, she didn't understand at all, and made wrong choices, which led to several big and small losses. .

She stared intently at the computer screen, but housekeeper Xiao came in and called her, saying that dinner was ready.

Fu Ran returned to the bedroom and saw Ming Chengyou was still sleeping.

The central air conditioner in the house was working normally. Fu Ran opened the window. She walked to the bed, put her hand on Ming Chengyou's shoulder and pushed him down, "Chengyou, get up for dinner."

Ming Chengyou was sleepy, his body moved, his eyes narrowed slightly, "What time is it?"

"Get up, aren't you hungry?"

He moved over and put his face between Fu Ran's legs, "I'm tired from sleeping and have a headache."

Fu Ran massaged his temples. After about ten minutes, Ming Chengyou got up and went downstairs with her.

The TV in the living room was on, showing the latest news.