Dyed

Because of her one sentence, Ming Chengyou was tossing her so hard that even night.

Fu Ran only hated that she didn't practice Taekwondo, she couldn't get up covered in the pillow, the sporadic jumping sunlight dotted the white jade-like back of her hand, Ming Chengyou lay on her body, as if this was a place softer than a bed, Fu Ran was so overwhelmed that he couldn't stop breathing.

He likes to nibble her white and firm back, from the neck to the tailbone. Fu Ran's eyes are lightly closed, and he hears Ming Chengyou turning over and getting up and the rustling of dressing.

She didn't bother to open her eyes.

A suit was thrown over, "Give it to Butler Xiao for dry cleaning."

Fu Ran casually threw the clothes aside, she turned over and lay on her back, her exposed chest suddenly felt a scorching heat that was different from the temperature in the room, she opened her eyes quickly, and saw a black head with evil intentions.

She pulled up the quilt to cover both shoulders, "Aren't you going to the company yet?"

Ming Chengyou leaned over and kissed her forehead softly, "Kiss the bottom at night, but you can only kiss the top during the day?"

Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise the pillow in Fu Ran's hand would definitely greet his face.

Fu Ran was fine all day today. When Housekeeper Xiao came in to pick up things, she remembered what Ming Chengyou had told her. Fu Ran took the suit and took out the things he had left in his pockets one by one.

He suddenly touched a foreign object, took it out and saw it was a delicate manicure.

"Young grandma?"

"Oh." Fu Ran clenched her hands and handed the clothes to Butler Xiao.

"Young Mistress, just call me if you have any orders."

"Okay." Fu Ran absent-mindedly watched Steward Xiao leave the room. She unknowingly squeezed the manicure tightly. When she unfolded it, she could see a deep crescent moon imprint on her palm.

The lace news about Ming Chengyou from outside has also faded a lot these days, and he comes back on time every day. Fu Ran really thought that he had changed his sex, and restrained his flirtatious bones.

She sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and went to the balcony, but she couldn't escape the chill no matter where she hid.

She instantly felt at a loss, just like every woman feels at a loss when she finds out that her husband is cheating for the first time.

Although Fu Ran knew that she did not belong to this category, she was still trapped in a small besieged city by a strong sense of powerlessness, unable to get out.

She went back to the bedroom and threw the manicure in the trash can.

Ming Chengyou held a meeting all morning and finally dismissed it. He raised his wrist to check the time, and it was 12 o'clock.

He unbuttoned the first button with his right hand, and pulled the tie casually to both sides. He sat down in the leather chair feeling a little tired. Remembering that Fu Ran didn't have to work today, he pressed her with his thumb and index finger while dialing her phone. Eyebrow.

"Hello?" The voice that came through was hoarse.

Ming Chengyou laughed, his body was exhausted, his legs were crossed on the desk, his whole body was as lazy as a dormant leopard, elegant and aggressive. "Why, haven't you slept yet? Your physical strength is really bad."

"Is there something wrong?" Fu Ran asked weakly.

Ming Chengyou frowned, "I can't call you if I have nothing to do?"

He didn't even bother to take a bite for lunch, and subconsciously wanted to hear her voice, but he didn't expect Fu Ran to be so impatient.

"It's okay, I'm hanging up."

direct enough.

"Don't hang up!"

"That's something to talk about."

"What's the matter with you, didn't you feel fine last night?" Ming Chengyou couldn't help but raise his voice, the woman's words were true.

"I'm talking to you right now." Fu Ran replied to him.

The two were pinching each other, when the heavy door of the office was suddenly opened, and the woman squeezed into her head, with a sweet and delicate voice, "Third Young Master, let's eat."

The corner of Ming Chengyou's mouth almost twitched, Fu Ran only dropped two simple words when he heard the words, "Hang up."

No longer an inquiry, but a straightforward cut off.

The woman was newly recruited by the Administration Office. Ming Chengyou had never seen her before. After the meeting today, the secretary didn't know where to go to work, so that such a small fish slipped in.

Ming Chengyou pointed at the unknown little assistant with his mobile phone, "Can you speak well? You're going to choke to death with a weird accent, isn't it? If you really can't speak, crawl back to your mother's womb and learn again!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the little assistant covered her face and went straight out the door.

This man is handsome, how can he poison someone to death?

Fu Ran ate something casually at home and went out for a walk because she felt bored.

She doesn't have a strong desire to shop, and usually buys only when she sees that she likes it.Strolling past a gift shop, I ran into You Yingrui coming out of it.

The first thing that caught Fu Ran's eyes was the red woolen dress on her body, which was a new style from Dior. The LV in her hand was popular a few years ago. Her hair was permed into chestnut brown waves. From head to toe, there was no one Not a name brand.

"Hi, Xiaoran." Seeing her, You Yingrui greeted her first.

Fu Ran tightened her shawl, "Hello."

"So polite." You Yingrui didn't care about her indifference. She raised her hand and brushed the hair on her cheek behind her ear. It was this movement that allowed Fu Ran to clearly see the bracelet on her wrist and the repaired good manicure.

There was a thump in my heart, and my gaze landed on her hand in a daze, and it was difficult to move away.

You Yingrui approached Fu Ran, staring at each other's wrists like her, "You seem to like this bracelet very much. At that time, Young Master San asked me to help you choose it. I thought the simplicity of the style fit your temperament. He If you don't believe it at first, you see, you still have to trust a woman's eyes, right?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, You Yingrui raised her hand again and said, "Oh, don't get me wrong, it was given to me by Third Young Master to thank me for helping me choose a gift, and I borrowed your light."

"You are overthinking," Fu Ran held the bracelet in his hand, "He always treats money as a piece of paper, but it's just a bracelet, and so do I. It's a fresh picture, and I can't say whether I like it or not. I don't know if he wears it for two days. It’s very annoying to have to change something for me.”

Facing You Yingrui, it was always difficult for her to be calm, let alone get along well.

The environment in which she lived as a child told Fu Ran that in everything she did, she had to fight back with fire. If proper forbearance could not solve the problem, it would only explode.

Fu Ran turned and left, ignoring You Yingrui's ugly face at this time.

Ming Chengyou noticed something was wrong with Fu Ran, and returned to Yiyun Capital after finishing the company early in the morning, but Fu Ran came back later than him.

She changed into her slippers and went up to the second floor. Ming Chengyou moved the notebook on his lap, and he reached out to signal Fu Ran to go over.

But she didn't walk towards him, but came to the bedside, Fu Ran took off the bracelet and put it on the bedside table, Ming Chengyou got up and walked towards her, "Where did you go?"

"Go out and stroll around."

He noticed the bracelet, "what's the matter, don't you like it?"

"Ah."

He frowned slightly, she was not in this posture when he put it on for her last night.

"Ming Chengyou, you can have anyone as your woman in the future, but you can't be You Yingrui alone."

"Why can't it be..." Wait!

What do you mean anyone can do it?

What kind of crazy are you smoking?