Dyed

Fu Ran was brought down by Ming Chengyou's arm, and she fell on his chest.

Ming Chengyou turned over and pressed her under him, and the wet water dripped down the man's short hair to Fu Ran's neck.

She threw her head up and stretched out her hands to push.

He can blame his mental breakdown to drunkenness, so he can do nonsense with his eyes closed.

Fu Ran felt his hands groping her whole body through the fabric, and the hot temperature like fire invaded her body.

The thin lips that sealed her tasted of cool mouthwash, and she struggled with wide-eyed eyes.

He held the back of Fu Ran's neck with one hand, and his tongue drove straight in, kissing every corner of her lips and teeth with fragrance.

He still knows how to clean up before taking a bath, how can he look like a drunk man?

It's not that Fu Ran has never learned Ming Chengyou's small mind, she struggled in anger.

She was pressed into the middle of the soft bed by him and couldn't get up, her mouth was sealed shut again, like a small animal in a trap, powerless.

It was as if the two were fighting, and someone kicked the neatly stacked quilt to the ground beside them.

Fu Ran's chest was about to suffocate, and the pain, magnified countless times, hit her brain. Finally, Ming Chengyou stopped pushing so hard, and slowly kissed her cheek to her neck.

Fu Ran panted heavily, and when he was about to kiss him again, she glanced to the side.

The words that came out after brewing were hollow, "Ming Chengyou, our first time was like this, do you want to repeat the old trick now?"

The kiss next to her ear stopped, and Ming Chengyou reached out and grabbed Fu Ran's chin, pulling her towards him.

His eyes were psychedelic and deep, and the movement of his fingers holding her forced her to look up at him.

There was no trace of drunkenness in her calm eyes, she couldn't help sneering.

She is the only one who is stupid, she should see him dead drunk on the street and ignore him.

"As I said, doing it once is as good as doing it a hundred times."

His indifferent tone made Fu Ran's nose sour.

The two embraced tightly like hedgehogs in winter, but pushed each other further away all the time, "Then you have to ask me if I agree."

"Your memory is really bad." Ming Chengyou raised his hand to brush away the broken hair on her forehead, "You told me the same way after the first time, I just knew you wouldn't agree, so I didn't bother to ask you."

Fu Ran's skin was tightened by his hand, "What do you want to do? Don't forget, we have broken off the engagement."

"Who stipulates that you have to be engaged before going to bed? Then how many women do I have to be engaged to? Then how many women do I have to be abandoned by?"

"This kind of thing is what you like, and it doesn't matter who abandons whom."

Fu Ran took advantage of his unpreparedness and wanted to push away the chest that was pressing on her, but was forced back again due to lack of strength.

She forced herself to calm down and said, "You are the third young master, don't you bother to use force?"

"At this point, you really don't want to provoke me. You should tell your brother about it."

"My current status, I really have to be strong to be worthy." She realized that the man didn't seem to be joking, "Ming Chengyou!"

"let me go!"

The hair tied at the back of her head was torn apart during the dispute, and Fu Ran was frightened and panicked, "Steward Xiao, Steward Xiao, is there—"

Ming Chengyou covered her mouth, with unspeakable bitterness in his eyes, "Since when did it become so difficult for me to want you?"

Fu Ran opened his mouth to bite his hand, and the moment his sharp teeth pierced through the flesh, the pain failed to awaken Ming Chengyou's mind.

The warm smell of blood diffused into the corner of her mouth, and she felt a thick liquid sliding down her face.

Some things, after all, are lost after sticking to them.

Although he was as gentle as possible, Ming Chengyou found that something in his body was dissipating, and he couldn't hold it back no matter how tightly he clenched his palms.

He let go of Fu Ran's hand holding her waist, and she was buried face down in the pillow, and she didn't move for a long time.

The room is filled with a strong smell that lingers for a long time.

Ming Chengyou lay down beside him, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He was really drunk when he met Fu Ran, but after taking a cold shower, he was unusually sober, and his mind was calmer than ever.

But in such a state, he did the most irrational thing.

Fu Ran got up, without looking at the man next to her, she picked up the clothes thrown on the ground, and put them back on her body one by one.

Ming Chengyou leaned on the head of the bed and looked at Fu Ran. Her naked and white back outlined a seductive picture under the light, but he had no intention of admiring it.

"Fu Ran?"

She put on her pants without looking back, and picked up the hair tie to tie her hair again.

After everything was sorted out, he picked up his bag.

Fu Ran walked around the end of the bed, and her legs stopped in front of the bar not far away, "Ming Chengyou, if you want to spoil yourself in the future, don't do it in front of me. I won't care about your affairs in the future, even if you die. In front of me, I will never pity you again."

"Wait!" Ming Chengyou took a deep sip of his cigarette, "You say you are pitying me?"

Fu Ran didn't want to waste time with him on certain topics, so she opened the door and left quickly.

Hurrying to the ground floor, she could barely find the door with the landscape light coming in from the window and the familiarity with the place.

When she walked to the center of the hall, the light was suddenly turned on. The bright and dazzling light made her invisible, and she subconsciously covered her uncomfortable eyes with her hands.

Housekeeper Xiao came out of the room when he heard the movement, and was surprised to see Fu Ran like this.

Li Yunling was standing at the stairs in her pajamas, her eyes were full of contempt and mockery, Fu Ran didn't expect them to be there.

"Xiaoran, I really underestimated you. I just broke up the engagement, so why don't you want to stay here? Since you sneaked back, why don't you spend the night here?"

Fu Ran moved her palm away, how could she not hear the embarrassment Li Yunling's words gave her.

"I think you misunderstood. Ming Chengyou was drunk and collapsed on the side of the road. No one was willing to send him back. Since you know the world is hot and cold, why go out and ask for trouble?"

After Fu Ran finished speaking, she strode out of Yiyun Capital.

She had always driven steadily, never so fast.

The red Audi drove across the corner like a shooting star, almost colliding with oncoming cars several times.

Fu Ran's knuckles holding the steering wheel are all protruding, and the white veins on the back of his hands are getting deeper and deeper.

The car passed by the door of the house, but she didn't seem to see it. The black luxury car parked not far away saw her driving fast, and hurriedly started the engine to follow.

The man's partner accelerated and finally stopped Fu Ran's car one kilometer away.

She was still in shock and did not let go of the brakes.

The distance between the two cars was less than ten centimeters, and they almost collided with each other.

Ming Zheng got out of the car with serious eyes, opened Fu Ran's car door with one hand and dragged her out of the driver's seat, "Why do you—"

He was still angry, but stared at the corner of Fu Ran's mouth in surprise.

Ming Zheng hurriedly wiped the blood stains around her mouth with his fingers, "What's going on, what happened?"