Dyed

Housekeeper Xiao wiped away his tears and returned to Li Yunling's side.

Ming Chengyou stepped back and took Fu Ran's hand, "Let's go home."

But she stayed where she was and refused to leave, she turned her face away and looked at the hospital bed.

Tears couldn't be held back, streaming down to his lips line by line.

You can taste the bitterness in your mouth, and the pain in your heart is like suffering.

Ming Chengyou held her hand tightly, and took her forward forcefully, "Let's go!"

Fu Ran staggered behind him. In the corridor, Li Yunling was anxiously dialing the number, repeating, "No matter what, I will try my best to make them nod. It can't be like this, it can't be like this."

No one can bear it, but they are powerless, as if there is no way to recover.

Fu Ran pinched Ming Chengyou's wrist, "I won't leave."

He stopped, put his arms around Fu Ran's shoulders and dragged her out.

Passing by Li Yunling's side, he pressed her palm to press the button, "Mom, it's too late, even if it is possible now, without other people's real consent, it will be difficult for his heart to merge with mine, forget it."

"How can it be counted? We finally waited for the opportunity." Li Yunling refused to listen to the persuasion, and pulled out the cell phone she was holding from Ming Chengyou's palm. Knowing that it was all in vain, after the arm dropped to the side, the mobile phone in the palm fell to the foot.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and walked forward. Butler Xiao looked at the backs of the two of them, and she felt sore in her eyes that she wanted to cry, let alone them.

She walked over and helped Li Yunling sit down on the chair outside.

The light in the corridor leaked down, like mist and drizzle from a water curtain hole.

The struggle in Fu Ran's hands gradually weakened, it was difficult to accept, but she had to accept it.

She turned her head and saw that Li Yunling's face was covered in her palm as if she was crying, she clenched her lips and followed Ming Chengyou out of the hospital.

The oncoming cold wind was bleak and bleak. When I looked up, I suddenly found that it was snowing. Fu Ran was standing outside the outpatient clinic of the hospital, staring sideways at Ming Chengyou's face.

The bottom of the pool was deep, and he could barely see any emotion, but his masseter muscle was tense. Fu Ran's eyes were hazy with tears, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't you feel unwilling?"

"Fu Ran," he called out her name, "you know, it's useless not to be reconciled."

Ming Chengyou walked to the next step, and Fu Ran hugged his neck behind him with both hands, feeling so tired that he didn't have any energy at all.

At the gate of the hospital in the early morning, people occasionally passed by.

Ming Chengyou turned around and held her tightly in his arms, "Fu Ran, that's it, don't cry."

A family member of a patient passed by their side and looked at them strangely.

"Chengyou, I'm so tired, I don't know what else to say and do." Fu Ran intertwined his arms, "I can understand their feelings, but the hope I finally hoped for has been shattered, and I can't blame anyone. "

Ming Chengyou kissed her lightly on the side of the face, "Then don't do anything, I'll take you home."

Fu Ran hugged his neck tightly, her eyes were so sour that she always wanted to cry.

Sporadic snowflakes fell to her shoulders, Ming Chengyou patted her waist, "Let's go."

On the way back, Ming Chengyou took the car key and drove it by himself. The speed of the car was very slow, and it was almost so quiet that he couldn't hear the wind when walking at night.

Fu Ran turned his head slightly, covered his body with a men's overcoat, squinted his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, probably asleep.

Ming Chengyou held her hand, the outside of the car window was as dark as ink, heavy like a boulder stretching into the distance, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line.

The facial features were engraved and tense, and the moment he followed outside the ward and saw Fu Ran kneeling down for the other party, his heart seemed to be broken.

His woman, he should hold it in the palm of his hand and protect it in his heart, instead of letting her kneel down to others.

Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand tightly.

At that time, although there was only one step between the outside of the ward and the inside of the ward, life and death were intertwined. If we talk about despair, no one can understand it more deeply than Ming Chengyou.

He stared forward, and the lights reflected on the side of the road looked like a dragon.

In fact, Fu Ran didn't fall asleep either. The car drove into the garage of Yiyun Capital. Ming Chengyou sat on the seat without moving for a long time. Fu Ran opened his eyes and saw him staring sideways out of the car window, his eyes lost in thought.

Hearing the movement, Ming Chengyou turned to look at her. Neither of them spoke. They got out of the car and walked into the house holding each other's hands.

Changing Fu Ran's shoes at the entrance, Ming Chengyou didn't want to turn on the light at first, but thought that it was inconvenient for Fu Ran to have a big belly, the Yiyun capital was lit up in honey, and the two went upstairs together.

The heating in the room is just right, blowing off the coldness all over her body, Fu Ran's hands and feet are still cold when lying on the bed, Ming Chengyou wraps her hands in his palms, and Fu Ran arches her head towards his chest, "The light is so dazzling, please turn it off."

Ming Chengyou heard her uncontrollable crying, sighed, stood up and turned off the light.

He rubbed Fu Ran's hands, and then covered her feet with his body tightly, "Is it so cold?"

She didn't speak, for fear of letting out the sound of crying, she kept shaking her head.

He brought his hand to his mouth again.

"Don't cry, Fu Ran, we should prepare for the worst after going through so much, these are nothing, you just can't accept it for a while."

"I know." Fu Ran stretched out his arm to hook Ming Chengyou's waist.

The snowflakes outside the window are getting bigger and bigger, and a cool rustling sound can be heard.

Ming Chengyou slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Then the child will be born a crybaby, crying and making noise every day so that you can't sleep."

Fu Ran loosened her arms around him, she turned her back to Ming Chengyou, and he turned his back too, separated by a gap as thick as an arm.

They didn't want each other to see their own wounds, and licking them alone with their backs turned was actually more painful.

Ming Chengyou's cell phone was turned off, and Fu Randi put it on the bedside table. Li Yunling called again and again but no one answered.

Uncle Wang drove Steward Xiao and Li Yunling back to Yiyun Capital in a hurry, and he was relieved when he saw their shoes at the entrance.

Housekeeper Xiao looked worried, "Madam, do you want to go to the second floor to have a look?"

Li Yunling stood at the door, she put her palm on her forehead, "Forget it, let them wait by themselves."

"Okay, are you resting here today?"

"No," Li Yunling was exhausted, "I still have to go and burn incense to Yunfeng to tell him the news, I hope he can bless Chengyou to make it through."

There was the sound of a car starting downstairs, and the two of them lay motionless on the bed. After a long time, Fu Ran turned over and hugged Ming Chengyou tightly behind him with his right hand.

She pressed her face against his neck.

A burst of warmth slipped into Ming Chengyou's collar.