Dyed

After about half a month, the matter had gradually calmed down.

It was the weekend, Fu Ran deliberately got up very late, not wanting to meet You Yingrui at the same table.

Her room, Fan Xian, is still reserved for her, and You Yingrui usually spends the night here every Saturday night, and then has breakfast with them the next day.

Fu Ran walked out of the room fully dressed, but saw You Yingrui standing at her door with her arms crossed and her left and right legs crossed, as if she was waiting for her to come out.

"Is something wrong?"

"Fu Ran, you are really ruthless." You Yingrui stared at her with a half-smile, and Fu Ran closed the door.

"What does this matter have to do with you? Do you need to guard my door deliberately?"

"You think I like to meddle in your business?" You Yingrui leaned up, "Mom asked me to call you down for breakfast, but I just can't figure out how a smart person like Ming Chengyou still fell into your hands."

There was displeasure in Fu Ran's expression, she naturally didn't like You Yingrui pointing fingers at her affairs, "You are neither me nor him, why bother to follow others' advice?"

You Yingrui looked a little stiff, and she followed behind Fu Ran, "You don't need to put on airs all the time, we are the same in the eyes of parents."

"Then keep your posture," Fu Ran stood at the stairs, "don't say anything wrong when you go downstairs."

You Yingrui's eyes dimmed, she was different from Fu Ran after all.

One word from her can crush her into an army with nowhere to escape. In the final analysis, isn't it because of the disparity in their identities?

She also didn't realize that if it wasn't for her deliberate provocation every time, Fu Ran wouldn't be chasing after her.

After they were exchanged, they all accepted it happily on the surface, but without exception, they had a grudge against each other, and they even deliberately compared.

Fu Ran came back late, and passed by Mixing on the way home. In fact, she didn't go along the way, but turned right at the intersection.

The neon lights in the center of the maze gatehouse sway colorful lights, and everyone who enters and exits here is either rich or noble.

The tip here is also the highest in Ying'an City, so many young women flock to it.

Fu Ran parked the car on the side of the road, and the hustle and bustle was so loud that it only added a touch of sadness.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the confusion quickly, and the other party staggered, but in the blink of an eye, he came under the tree next to Fu Ranche.

The man bent over and vomited while leaning on the tree trunk, and his lean and strong chest broke free of a button due to force.

Fu Ran was about to start the engine, and looked around out of curiosity, just in time to see the man raise his head.

It was Ming Chengyou!

Fu Ran held the steering wheel tightly, Ming Chengyou propped himself up and leaned against the tree trunk, his outstanding face was hidden in the shadow of the tree.

She raised her face, from this angle she could only see the outline of his nose down.Fu Ran didn't know whether to leave or stay here.

She instinctively wanted to start the car.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Ming Chengyou's figure bent down again. His expression was painful and he must have drank a lot of wine.

Fu Ran hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the car door and walked on.

It just so happened that at this time, Kuang Zi and several former playmates of Ming Chengyou were coming out of the fascination. Fu Ran walked over to say hello, "Kuang Zi, he is drunk, please take him back."

"Yo," Kuang Zi shouted exaggeratedly, "Sister-in-law!"

Fu Ran couldn't help being embarrassed.

"Everyone, come and meet my sister-in-law, hahaha——"

"Sister-in-law—" several people around him booed and cooperated.

Fu Ran looked back and saw Ming Chengyou was looking at this side with the discomfort, "He's really drunk."

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing with Third Young Master after you've left? Besides, isn't your car parked on the side of the road? If you want to be clean, why drag us into this muddy water? Brothers, let's go and change the situation." Let's play!"

Kuang Zi told everyone to leave, and didn't even look this way anymore.

The reality is so cruel, it has always been to worship the high and step on the low.

Fu Ranchu stayed where she was, and she saw Ming Chengyou not far away in a desolate body, the brilliance and splendor of the past had long since left him.

Without the blessing of identity, she couldn't live a chic life.

Who in the crowd doesn't know Ming Sanshao?

In the past, the word San Shao represented glamor and supreme authority. If he had looked like this a few months earlier, many people would have come to curry favor with him.

But now others call him the third young master, and it is more of a joke.

Ming Chengyou is no different from the deposed prince in ancient times. What Kuang Zi said is right, he is Wang Hunshui.

He was exhausted from holding on to the tree trunk, his back was pressed against the roughness, and his legs softened and were slowly sliding down.

Seeing ass to sit in the stains.

Fu Ran strode forward, holding his waist with his arms before he collapsed.

She put Ming Chengyou's left arm around her shoulders, and led him to the car parked on the side of the road.

He staggered, and the weight of his whole body made Fu Ran almost lose his breath.

After finally stuffing Ming Chengyou into the passenger seat, he leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt.

The man patted Fu Ran with his palm and fixed it behind her head, as if intending to kiss her.

Fu Ran threw away the seat belt in his hand, and pushed his chest with his hand, "If you can still go, go and take a taxi by yourself."

As expected, Ming Chengyou's hand obediently hangs beside him.

She returned to the cab, Ming Chengyou's head rested on the back of the seat behind him, and his eyes were closed tightly.

The dense and long eyelashes cast a semi-fan-shaped shadow around the eye circles. He was short of breath and seemed to be suffering. Fu Ran opened the car window to let in the air, "Are you all right?"

Did not get a single word answer.

Fu Ran was shocked when a strong light shot towards him.

The steering wheel shifted, and several sports cars passed her car one after another at an astonishing speed, clearly they were racing.

At the same time, there was a banging sound and the man's uncontrollable moaning.

She slowed down, and only then did she see Ming Chengyou covering his forehead with his hands. She forgot that he hadn't fastened his seat belt just now.

Fu Ran parked the car on the side of the road, the wheels were stable, and Ming Chengyou quickly opened the door to go to the side and vomited.

After finally trying to send him back to the capital of Yiyun, Fu Ran rang the doorbell for a long time, but Housekeeper Xiao did not come out.

She had no choice but to reach into Mingcheng Youyi's pocket and take out his key.

With great difficulty, he half-dragged and half-dragged him towards the room.

Just when he was about to push him to bed, the man walked towards the bathroom in disorder, and then Fu Ran heard the sound of the shower.

He was obviously sober, Fu Ran picked up the bag that was left beside him and was about to leave.

After walking to the door, there were several bursts of ping-pong sounds in the bathroom.

She pricked up her ears, and then there was eternal silence except for the pattering of water.

"Ming Chengyou?" She stood at the door and tapped on it.

No answer.

"Ming Chengyou!" Fu Ran slammed on the door, without thinking, she opened the door and walked in quickly.

The bathroom was in a mess, and the clothes and pants were all over the floor.

Even the bath products and all kinds of fragrances were swept to the floor.

Ming Chengyou lay naked and straight on the cold marble, and all the mouthwash and toothpaste from the sink not far away were squeezed out.

The shower spouted cold water. Fu Ran went over and tightened it, and the water splashed half of his upper body.

She took out the bathrobe from the cabinet and put it on Ming Chengyou who was lying on the ground. The man closed his eyes and said nothing, his body smelled strongly of alcohol.

It's hard to pull him up with her strength alone, let alone take Ming Chengyou out of the bathroom.

Fu Ran simply kicked away the bottles and cans on the ground, and after putting a layer of soft towels on Ming Chengyou's back, he grabbed his arms and dragged him out.

Dragging him all the way to the bed, and pushing him onto the bed.