Dyed

"Why can't it be her?" Ming Chengyou lay on the big bed with his upper body, looking at Fu Ran with his arm on his pillow with a half-smile.

She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, her eyes just staring out of the window.

"You have a sworn feud with her, but it doesn't mean that I have the same with her."

Only then did Fu Ran turn her gaze to him, "You are wrong, I have no grudge against her."

"Fu Ran, only you know what kind of life you lived in the first 20 years. After returning to Fu's house, based on your parents' love for You Yingrui, you feel that your father does not love your mother or love you, just like a shadow It seems to be living in You Yingrui's body, if there is one person in this world that you never want to face again, then apart from her, there will be no one else, right?"

Ming Chengyou propped himself up with both hands, and a dark shadow blocked half of Fu Ran's face against the light.

He was absolutely right, if Fu Ran was vicious enough, she would hope that You Yingrui would disappear from her life.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table, and she bumped into the bracelet unexpectedly.

An indescribable sadness grew wantonly in her eyes, Ming Chengyou searched for the fleeting loss in her eyes, and suddenly couldn't bear it in his heart, as if he had hurt her severely with something.

"I promise you."

Fu Ran looked sideways, "You swear."

Sure enough, he raised his hand, "I swear."

Fu Ran looked into his eyes, and saw layers of smiles emerging.

Ming Chengyou stretched out his finger and pointed at her, "A man swears when he says he swears, do you really believe it? If I break it easily, what can I do?"

"Ming Chengyou, just do it, someone will take care of you sooner or later." She thought so, and said it out.

Ming Chengyou laughed loudly in her ear, and stared at her to show how childish she seemed, "My current woman is you, and I won't look for anyone else."

He was half joking, half serious. Fu Ran was used to his usual sloppy appearance, so he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Ming Chengyou put his arm over Fu Ran's chest, and picked up the platinum chain with his fingers, "Do you really not like it?"

"Yeah." She didn't want to have the same thing as You Yingrui again.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you again." As soon as he finished speaking, the bright colored parabola fell into the trash can with precision.

Before Fu Ran could make a sound to stop her, she stretched out her hand subconsciously, but it was still a step too late, and only grabbed Ming Chengyou's wrist.

"Why did you throw it away?" Fu Ran threw away her hands and went to the trash can, and dumped out the scraps of paper inside.

Ming Chengyou sat on the edge of the bed, habitually put up his left leg, "What are you doing, follow me, do you need to dig through the trash to live?"

Fu Ran ignored it, "Even if I don't like it, I can exchange some money, it's a waste!"

He knew she was talking angry, Ming Chengyou got up and walked to Fu Ran, knees slightly squatted down and looked at Fu Ran.

He stretched out his hand to hold her palm holding the chain, with a serious expression he had never had before, "Why force it? If you really don't like it, then you should let it disappear from your eyes, should you keep it and let it go every day?" stab you?"

He opened Fu Ran's hand, took the things from her palm, and threw them into the trash can.

Fu Ran's eyes were fixed, and Ming Chengyou wrapped her hands in his palms, one was warm and the other fingertips were cool.

He looked at Fu Ran only an inch away, but she felt as if she had been burned, and she quickly looked back.

Since when have they been able to sit together so peacefully.

Ming Chengyou poured a glass of wine and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Fu Ran walked over and snatched his undrinked wine glass in his hand, and took a sip with his head up.

He leaned over to take a sip with Fu Ran's hand, and the two quickly finished off half the bottle of wine.

Ming Chengyou put his arms around Fu Ran's shoulders and pulled her into his arms. The mellow wine in his mouth lingered between Fu Ran's nostrils through his hurried voice.

He stretched out his index finger and tapped the corner of her lips, his eyes were ambiguous, "Aren't you afraid of having sex again after drinking?"

Fu Ran recalled the first night, and still wished to slap Ming Chengyou and both of them, "I have very good self-control."

He couldn't help laughing, put the wine glass on the coffee table, and didn't intend to use the power of wine to do anything.

Ming Chengyou took Fu Ran's hand and played with her fingers. He asked casually, "How long has it been since you went back?"

Fu Ran's legs were slightly bent, her chin rested on her knees, "I can't remember."

"It will be Chinese New Year in a few months. I will take you back to Fu's house in Xiaonian, and go to my parents' place on New Year's Eve. It's not good if you insist on not going back."

Fu Ran thought the same, how long can she hide?He turned his head and put half of his face on his knees, "You won't let me go again, will you?"

"No," Ming Chengyou repeated, "not this time."

A month passed quickly, and since she was going back to Fu's house for the New Year, Li Yunling helped Fu Ran prepare all the presents in person early on.

Ming Chengyou left for Italy a week ago, and when he left, he promised to come back on the day of Xiaonian, but Fu Ran waited and looked forward, and he was still missing until noon.

Fan Xian called in the morning and specifically told Fu Ran to come over earlier, she agreed casually, but subconsciously she didn't want to go back to that house alone.

The phone was dialed every three to two minutes, but Ming Chengyou was always turned off.

Fu Ran lay on the railing on the second floor after lunch. She had never waited for someone so anxiously before, and her mood seemed to have changed, not entirely because Ming Chengyou was able to take her back and help her resolve unnecessary embarrassment.

A little worry was slowly growing in the dark in his heart. If he was delayed by something, he should have called back in advance.

As the evening approached, Fan Xian called again.

"Xiao Ran, dinner is ready here, when will you and Cheng You come over?" Fan Xian's tone was cautious, as if she was considering her words.

Fu Ran just didn't want to break the word, "Mom, Chengyou is going back to China today, but the exact time is not sure, I'm still waiting for him to come back."

"Okay, don't worry, don't worry," Fan Xian roughly asked about Fu Ran's recent situation. After a long silence on both sides, she hesitated and spoke again, "Xiao Ran, Ruirui is also here for the New Year's Eve today." "Don't be upset, kid..."

"Mom," Fu Ran was so clever, how could she not guess that there is no shortage of You Yingrui on a day like today, "I know, we will go there as soon as Cheng You comes back."

"Okay, okay!" Fan Xian finally settled on a stone, "I'll go get ready."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Ran touched his forehead, his palms were covered with sweat in the cold weather.

Fu Ran didn't turn on the light, she hugged a pillow and sat on the sofa waiting for Ming Chengyou, before she fell asleep with her knees on her pillow.

While drowsy, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the door. Fu Ran felt that the sofa next to her was sinking. She was startled but did not wake up immediately.

Someone was calling her.

"Affair?"

It's been a long time since I've heard such a title, and I don't know if it's an illusion, but those two words are very sweet to my ears.